Monthly Archives: June 2013

Siesta – A Tanka

Wind through cottonwoods

Rustling on summers breeze

Green against blue sky

Giving shade from noonday sun

Time for a long siesta

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Molten Pavement – A Tanka

Black molten pavement

Heat waves rising toward heaven

Obscuring vision

A long road trip to nowhere

Destination has no name

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Flowers By The Road – A Tanka

Flowers by the road

White crosses a reminder

Someones tragedy

Anonymous to strangers

Loved by family and friends

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shuffle Of Footsteps – A Tanka

Shuffle of footsteps

Outside a closed bedroom door

Nighttime playing tricks

Monsters and demons lurking

Waiting to pounce in your dreams

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Demon’s Pawn – A Dark Poem

Echos cascade off these grey stony walls,

Eerie howls toll down shadow darkened halls.

What is the source I would not venture a guess,

Haunting the days into night as it falls.

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Hearing their cries during every waking hour,

Crimson eyes glare from medieval watch tower.

Diverting away, surely this mustn’t be real,

With cape drawn up tight beneath I do cower.

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Dashing from the castle to my cottage I must run,

Hoping for arrival before the setting of the sun.

Horrors await those found wandering after dark,

Til vengeance be exacted once the terror has begun.

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Legend doth tell of the rising of the dead,

Of innocent and guilty who lost their heads.

By creature or demon no one can be sure,

Hide we all did behind locked doors and under beds.

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Obscured by shadow and cover of the night,

The beast waged it’s terror hidden from sight.

Unsuspecting victims their lives it did take,

Expressions on their faces was one of pure fright.

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How to defend against one you can’t see,

Nowhere is safe were the cries with mercies plea.

Huddled, crouched and muffled in pure fear,

Imaginations run wild, dear God what can it be.

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Screams in the distance carried under darkened moon,

Praying for sunrise it can’t come too soon.

As quick as the screams rose they came to an end,

Silence was broken by the song of the oon.

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The new day awoke no more need to hide,

Slowly, cautiously door unbolted we went outside.

Blood splattered drag marks we were led on our way,

At the horrible sight women fainted, men cried.

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Hanging from a tree bow with nearly severed head,

Hung the body of a stranger mangled, bloodied and dead.

The demon he had struck in a most savage way,

Stringing up the innocent into thin air he then fled.

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No footprints nor trace of which way he did leave,

Lowering to the ground for the poor man we did grieve.

Time had passed so quickly as nighttime fast approached,

Picking up the victim for burial we did heave.

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Laying him to rest for darkness we prepared,

No one spoke a word of the terror that we shared.

Another night of evil behind bolt and hardened doors,

Hoping to survive proving the Lord our God had cared.

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Have mercy on the traveler that knows not what goes on,

The devil lurking in the woods we’re praying that he’s gone.

For centuries we’ve done the same with always the same answer,

In this land of demon’s folly we are nothing but his pawns.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Idle Hands

Idle hands do not an idle mind make,

For sitting in silence much effort does it take.

With unflappable thought the body grows more tired,

It is no easy feat to control synaptic fire.

When treated as sloth brain-work is mistaken,

Laziness it’s not, your logic is misshapen.

Without the strain of thought no greatness would exist,

No literature, no art, no inventions could persist.

So lest contemplation be treated as a waste,

You’re best to just say thank you with a smile on your face.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Best Friend

A look, a pant, a gentle nudge,

Awake, excited to start the day.

It takes no more than a subtle budge,

To coax them on to run and play.

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From birth to passing their childlike heart,

Endears them to the soul of man.

Its been this way from the very start,

Proud and loving at our side they stand.

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Loyal ‘til their final day,

They’ll leave us not until our end.

Ne’re a doubt at our feet they’ll stay,

A heartfelt thanks to man’s best friend.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Stories – A Tanka

Stories fill my mind

Plot and character consume

Writing is a drug

No less addictive than crack

and no less of a life changer

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~~ Dominic R  DiFrancesco ~~

Miles Apart

Living miles apart,

Acting like casual friends

Instead of siblings.

Visits far too infrequent

And our calls are far too few.

We have grown distant.

Not because of difference,

We are not that kind,

But because our life journey,

Leads us down different roads.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

With The Coming Of Summer

With the coming of summer

The years midlife begins in earnest.

Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,

The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,

No more is there the barrenness of winter.

Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,

Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,

Rebirth is complete…for a time.

Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty

Feeding in gluttonous fervor,

Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,

With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.

What a wondrous gift is nature;

Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,

Stages of life revealed since time began.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~