Orange Grove

Auspicious stars meeting on Orange Grove
prove a self-fulfilling prophesy mum right.
Everything falls into place shattering and unearthing a treasure trove
as records soar and lovers string each along with relationship kites.

If they steal it from you, it must have been worth stealing.
On Orange Grove, your bells are peeling.
How many times did you play dumb
and wake up wrecked to good Sunday morning weekend wisdom?

So, there you go again saying you want your freedom
plays on your turntable tongue.
Get the words wrong as much as you like as you rove
but make sure they make sense back on Orange Grove.

Published by aprettykettleofpoetry

John Di Girolamo was born during the swinging middle ages as the Battle of Hastings raged outside on a cold, miserable Saturday evening just outside 'The Juggler's Arms' in Oxford, Torquay and Exeter at the same time. Born to a family, he spent most of his early years learning how to open umbrellas for a rainy day, and the runnings of horses and sword swallowers and the costs they incurred. Having graduated in 'Circus Management', he took to spinning plates for a living and persuaded his father to buy a restaurant to fund what he believed would be a lucrative career move. However, in the the days leading to The Age of Post Punk', he quit and would embark upon what was to go down in history doodles as a notebook. Few knew it then but he had already started copying poetry, and often written by other people. As the minutes passed by, and Sardinia loomed, the idea of collages and drawings suddenly hit him as a way of filling up what had become a kind of book with pages and all. One day while storming off in a huff because his mum told him to, he struck upon the idea of putting it all together over a long-playing record (later a CD) and during a commercial break in the digital age, decided a blog would end Cromwell's ill-fated republic. Sent off by recorded post, it would be by chance that his poems would get to their ultimate destination as, meanwhile, his pigeon who had queued so loyally for so long, sadly died the day before it was sacked.

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