Anthony Di'anno

Bronze Star - 2,554 Points (Yorkshire)

Anthony Di'anno Poems

1. Sheepgoat's Cheesedream 2/11/2014
2. Celebrity Brand 5/16/2014
3. Buried Treasure 4/8/2015
4. Man To Man 4/16/2015
5. Speck 4/19/2015
6. Dabs -new- 5/22/2015
7. Siren -new- 5/21/2015
8. Wet Feet And Half Eaten Kippers -new- 5/23/2015
9. Contact -new- 5/19/2015
10. Arid-Zephyr 3/1/2013
11. Angie 6/1/2014
12. To The Rattle 3/2/2013
13. Hollow Graphic Hope -new- 5/20/2015
14. Can I Smell Your Nether Regions 5/19/2014
15. Nina 5/1/2014
16. Tousled 3/18/2015
17. Lost And Found 8/22/2014
18. Supper 10/10/2014
19. Angel Wing 10/25/2014
20. Just For The Heart 5/18/2014
21. Anchored 4/2/2013
22. Sparing The Rod 4/19/2013
23. Dear John 2/8/2014
24. Summer Winds 6/12/2014
25. Eve Of Destruction (2014) 9/30/2014
26. Homeless 5/23/2014
27. Awakening 3/15/2015
28. Sonnet#1 - Prelude To Freedom. 6/27/2013
29. Evp 3/22/2015
30. Yes I Did Call You Thing 2/13/2015
31. Hail! The Coming Year 12/27/2014
32. Raindrops 7/18/2014
33. I Belong 8/20/2014
34. England Twenty Twelve 2/21/2013
35. Unsinkable 5/3/2014
36. Sisters And Brothers 2/7/2014
37. Back In The Eighties 7/13/2014
38. When The Dark Voices Come 8/17/2014
39. The Art Of Creation 10/30/2014
40. Whispering Paper 4/24/2013
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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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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