Entrenched Madness

Darkness is very blackwith eyes open or closed.100 years after an attackwhere dead men marching wearily dozed. You’re going to have to take that backor else there’ll be hell to pay!You’re going to have to take that back!It misfires and could blow your head off one day! Ah, sod this for a game of soldiers. …

‘A Pretty Kettle of Poetry’ by John Di Girolamo in Top 100 poetry blogs

My blog with original poems, illustrations and songs was put in at number 16 of Top 100 Poetry Blogs at https://blog.feedspot.com/poetry_blogs/ in December 2019. Why? Feedspot explain; “Feedspot editorial team extensively searched on Google and social media websites to find the best Poetry blogs and ranked them based on several factors such as.  Blog content …

Flighty

Buoying up what should only be anchored on a seabed,launching horizon thoughts from a beachy head,polishing off planks running red in gallons on bloody Mary galleons,mutinying off bilious dream decks into wavy waters off Albion;a pirate seagull takes a selfie from a cliff ledge. Out-of-breath knee-rug centenarians in their Sunday bestblowing out as many candles …

Star

And the people clapped.And the people applauded.And the people cheered.And the people lauded. And the people kissed.And the people flocked.And the people laughed.And the people rocked. And the people cried.And the people called.And the people chanted.And the people bawled. And the people mourned.And the people stopped.And the people thought.And the people dropped.

The Juggler’s Arms

In The Juggler’s Armsthe circus family catch up with their latest acts.The tight-rope walkers walk a thin linewith their boyfriend/girlfriend acrobats. A Sunday roaston a seaside coastthe big-top landlord likes to trumpet and boast‘bout his horn-blowing seal. In The Juggler’s Armstipsy knife-throwers stain their costumes with their thrills’n’spillsas Houdini descendants, disappearing weeklyget out of paying …