Monthly Archives: February 2013

Forgotten

Little one,

You never asked to be brought into this world.

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Cold and cruel,

Born on the wrong side of the tracks.

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A mother’s love,

Can feed the soul, but the body still craves.

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Too young to speak,

Still your cries speak louder than any words.

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Sustenance is your right,

Denial would only draw covenant with your demise.

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Dying is inevitable,

A fact of life, but a fate undeserved to one so young.

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Blamed for your station,

You live in the shadows,

Cursed by the sins of your father,

Left to scavenge at the fringes,

Only to be forgotten,

Or treated as a pariah,

By defect of conscience.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Age of Statesmen – A Tanka

Age of statesmen gone

Left with only empty suits

Like their promises

A wealth of material

But nothing of true substance

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Winter’s Day

Shafts of golden beam

Carry dust and dreams

Through panes stained

From winds and rain

Warming on a cold winter’s day

Secured from dhill, inside I will stay

A cup of tea in one hand

Envisioning holiday in a warmer land

Comfort in a good book I will read

In these I find all the solace I need

Nothings better on a cold winter day

Than a good book, hot tea and…

                       A mind allowed to stray

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Gift – A Tanka

What we forge in life

Only lives on when we share

Like gifts at Christmas

The joy is in the giving

Expecting naught in return

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Unfaithful Lover – A Haiku

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Nerves, raw and exposed

Torn asunder by deceit

Unfaithful lover

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Left Out

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Left out in the cold

Fingerless gloves beg for change

For food and shelter

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Remembrance

Ye stand erect or lay supine,

Worldly barrier to Heaven or Hell.

In hopes a life you lived sublime,

“Til the gates of pearl cannot we tell.

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Simple truth or solemn quote,

With chisel and hammer etched in stone.

A life as full and wholesome promote,

In passing ye set the living tone.

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In years to come when pall has passed,

A testament be left to remain.

Symbol of a life lived to outlast,

What flesh and bone cannot sustain.

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Though grass may grow to overgrown ,

And the marble be weathered and worn.

For a time to come the living will know,

When you died and when you were born.

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In this, ev’n the humble may gain solace,

Great riches nor fame are of import.

Most human of rituals must surely befall us,

Whence this stone stands in tribute and retort.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Parental Anxiety – A Haiku

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The birth of a child

Brings turbulent emotions

For fear of failure

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Bid Farewell

Blasphemous lies spewed

Like daggers thrust, filleting us

Cowardice revealed as your forte’

I knew you not as well as I thought

Your blackened heart splayed

Expelling hatred, thick and vile

Engulfing what once I treasured

Swallowing it whole

With nary a trace to be had

Why? Is the question

For I know not what baited this provocation

Friendship at length counts for naught

Preferring to wrench away

Every miniscule crumb of what bound us

With sorrow I begged explanation

But none was offered

Receiving only silence in response

With sadness I must bid adieu

Wishing you only the best

I harbor no ill will

Hoping one day for reconciliation

Until then my friend

Farewell

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Of Lust – A Tanka

A tantric passion

Born of wanton desire

Is likely short lived

When forged of the physical

But void mutual love

~~ D, R, DiFrancesco ~~