When, as an offspring,You watched Zebedee bounce in,Your Adam’s apple used to be a yo-yoLaughing along to The Basil Brush Show. Now, there’s a generation gap betweenWhat you are and what you’ve been.Although, as an adult,You still take aim with your child’s catapult; When, for example, office bullies in their company tiesPick on you, having …
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The Peasant’s Tale
The chrisom is placed around my head.The midwife to charm me. The pastor to bless our family bed.Has the wheel turned in my favour?Is happiness foretold by the fortune-teller?My Catholic fingers in font-water.Ale in the alehouse makes better my humours.Poachers and apothecaries rest in the tavern.Drinking, adversities are briefly forgotten.Move the moon towards my sad …
The Ship Inn
“Next to mine own shippe I do most loveThat old “shippe” in Exon, a tavern in St. Martin’s Lane.” (Francis Drake, 1587) Sir Francis Drake suppedWith sixteenth century swankAs his naval ship-mates tottered with rum-totsOn oaken floor-boards, walking the plank. I wonder whether he boozed harderAs his Elizabethan world view blurred;Head spinning, he spun the …
Gargoyles and Gubbio
Hunchbacks give hunchback ridesround la fontana dei mattias round the cloisters st francis goes battytalking to birds of the feathered variety. You can easily vanish off the face of the earthwhere you’re lucky to be born with your date of birth;godfearers in umbria in unforeseen troubleget gobbled up by earthquake rubble. Gargoyles at the churchsidecome …
Undelivered
tomorrow morning you’ll get;an e-mail in your mail-box a pigeon at your silla letter through your letter-box a fax on your faxa memo on your desk an arrow to your treean SMS on your mobile a brick through your windowflowers at your door as overhead you’ll seea private plane with a banner trailingall with the …
Eighties Absinthesizer
Cheeriness and depths of doom cavortIn the same tavern.Brains distil any thoughtThat heads might turn.
A Minute’s Silence
If I really have to live my life aloneI’d rather not see anyone.They can all come out to pay their respectsJust seconds before the referee blows another 90 minutes.
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 …
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A Pretty Kettle of Poetry
Illustrated poems by John Di Girolamo
A Pretty Kettle of Poetry 