Anthony Di'anno

Bronze Star - 2,285 Points (Yorkshire)

Anthony Di'anno Poems

1. Ode To A Blade Of Grass 3/10/2014
2. Her 10/5/2013
3. It Haunts Me Still 2/26/2014
4. A Day At The Coast (Painted) 10/23/2013
5. One Simple Question. 8/8/2013
6. People Come 9/23/2013
7. Absent Friend 12/6/2013
8. Sunrise Sunset (Painted) 10/4/2013
9. Growing Light 6/21/2013
10. Now That I Am Dead 2/7/2015
11. Darling 1/30/2015
12. Dragonfly 7/12/2013
13. Four Letter Words (Adult Language) 7/25/2013
14. Midnight Wishes 6/26/2014
15. Dear Robin 2/20/2013
16. Evp 3/22/2015
17. Emerald Waters (Circle Complete) 8/24/2014
18. Should You Chance Upon This Heavy Heart 3/19/2014
19. Growing Myself 2/21/2013
20. I Am Going To Be A Poet 3/18/2014
21. Blown 12/3/2014
22. Whispering Paper 4/24/2013
23. Where Are You? 3/24/2013
24. Back In The Eighties 7/13/2014
25. Unsinkable 5/3/2014
26. England Twenty Twelve 2/21/2013
27. Sisters And Brothers 2/7/2014
28. Raindrops 7/18/2014
29. I Belong 8/20/2014
30. Tousled 3/18/2015
31. Hail! The Coming Year 12/27/2014
32. Yes I Did Call You Thing 2/13/2015
33. The Art Of Creation 10/30/2014
34. Sonnet#1 - Prelude To Freedom. 6/27/2013
35. Awakening 3/15/2015
36. Homeless 5/23/2014
37. Eve Of Destruction (2014) 9/30/2014
38. Summer Winds 6/12/2014
39. Dear John 2/8/2014
40. Anchored 4/2/2013
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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England Twenty Twelve

In this England twenty twelve.

We shuffle in hypnotic hachures.

Spiraling eternally in winding, woven wistful debt.

We hurt from blinkered splintered fractures,

never to forget to drink to forget.

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