Anthony Di'anno

Silver Star - 3,245 Points (Yorkshire)

Anthony Di'anno Poems

1. Sheepgoat's Cheesedream 2/11/2014
2. Celebrity Brand 5/16/2014
3. Speck 4/19/2015
4. Siren 5/21/2015
5. Dabs 5/22/2015
6. Wet Feet And Half Eaten Kippers 5/23/2015
7. Reunion 8/18/2015
8. Chris Spivey 11/24/2015
9. Eternal 1/9/2016
10. I Guitar 1/9/2016
11. Autumn 1/12/2016
12. Love Is A Migrating Bird 1/13/2016
13. Should You Chance Upon This Heart 1/13/2016
14. Mulgrave Woods 1/21/2016
15. A Beast Called Love 1/24/2016
16. Buried Treasure 4/8/2015
17. Kindling 1/13/2016
18. Fractal Universe 1/9/2016
19. Sillybills 1/9/2016
20. Arid-Zephyr 3/1/2013
21. Angie 6/1/2014
22. To The Rattle 3/2/2013
23. Emerald Waters 1/13/2016
24. Contact 5/19/2015
25. Nina 5/1/2014
26. Tousled 3/18/2015
27. Lost And Found 8/22/2014
28. Supper 10/10/2014
29. Can I Smell Your Nether Regions 5/19/2014
30. Angel Wing 10/25/2014
31. Just For The Heart 5/18/2014
32. Anchored 4/2/2013
33. Sparing The Rod 4/19/2013
34. Dear John 2/8/2014
35. Eve Of Destruction (2014) 9/30/2014
36. When The Dark Voices Come 8/17/2014
37. Homeless 5/23/2014
38. Awakening 3/15/2015
39. Sonnet#1 - Prelude To Freedom. 6/27/2013
40. Evp 3/22/2015
Best Poem of Anthony Di'anno

Ode To A Blade Of Grass

Oh! whispering blade, ever hath your kin,
Swung and danced over grabbled graves of mine,
Where nightingales are oft enticed to sing,
To those mown down in regimented line,
Who once as barefoot lovers trod you well,
Then swore allegiance to a sovereign lie,
To fall in foreign fields where poppies swell,
Coffers in answer to a bankers cry,
'Tis true the sons of man can ill afford,
The blood they spill upon your verdant sword,

Still you embrace them all both friend and foe,
Line the verges that mark their pathways home,
From mist strewn glens ...

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Growing Myself

It is not easy just wishing it so.
Yet quite simple believing it be.
This mighty oak I am trying to grow,
Must be nurtured through the essence of me.

Planted deep in faith's definitive clay.
Resolute against the mightiest storm.
Those winds of shame that blew childhood away,
Can't change my desire never to conform.

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