Anthony Di'anno was born in Bradford, West Yorkshire into a run down one up one down terraced house with an outside toilet, two impoverished parents, a shivering sister and a bucket already waiting. He lived and played there among bright multicultured cobblestones through the sixties.
Through the seventies he lived in a three bedroomed semi detached council house on an estate that backed onto woods and a working quarry. His parents were hard working and his sister had stopped shivering. By the end of that decade another sister and brother had been added to the mix. Not only did Anthony have a garden, streets, woods and a quarry to explore there were also girls, two paper rounds, a... more »
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Anthony Di'anno Poems
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,
I stand naked though I am fully dressed, Her bright searchlight eyes can see right through me, Each burning need is lit by her, possessed, Each captured breath scorched by fiery beauty,
It Haunts Me Still
Many years have passed yet diminished not, The youth that skipped upon your smiling face, The memory burns ever unforgot, As though branded into permanent place,
A Day At The Coast (Painted)
A golden orb floats up from the ocean. Frost on a branch expires in a spiky wet motion.
One Simple Question.
Where are your indignant and outraged words, That condem chemtrailed skies and toxic seeds, That point out the decline in wild songbirds,
People come people go, every one, Trespassing flowers with breezes that blow,
Teardrop beads curve along a cold wet cheek, Molten wax trickles from a vibrant flame, A candle lit through dark mid winter bleak, Lights your reflection in it's picture frame,
Sunrise Sunset (Painted)
Scarlet painted maple trees, Bleed into a crimson dawn.
Growing light, may thy being ever shine, Not be cloaked in grey falsely conjured cloud, But unabashed across the reach of thine, Through lilted wood where bird and insect crowd.
Now That I Am Dead
Please try to love your new life even more, Having been so loved in the one we shared, When soft memories knock upon your door, Invite them in, tell them how much you cared,
You are a witch, a miserable hag, Vicious and nasty, a bloated old bag,
I live where shimmering white tangled waves, Sweep sparkle strewn, bright glitter sprinkled shores, Where pure fresh fallen summer rain engraves, life onto purple heathered, peat streamed moors.
Four Letter Words (Adult Language)
Four letter words are part of common life, Utilitarian in their own way. Crucial when describing edges of strife, Kenspeckled scratches wherever they lay.
Oh! Shining grains of airborne purity, Sparkle blown through black silver peppered night, May all trees live beyond maturity, Gossamer webs adorn green hedgerows tight,
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Humans are odd,Building in National Parks
some of us destroy nature, we kill all the flora and fauna then we cover it with tarmac and concrete so that we can live in the countryside.''
Humans are odd,Sunday walks
Some of us walk in the woods and fields cooing at the beauty of nature then go home to feast upon the sliced breasts and severed limbs of slaughtered animals.
Humans are odd,
we are curious tactile often lonely beings flowing from anxiety to contentment,
thanking strangers for pressing images of buttons labeled 'like'.
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 ...