Monthly Archives: September 2013

Sunrise Vicissitude (Tanka)

Sunrise vicissitude

Orange to yellow to blue

A cheerful painting

By the stroke of the master

A blank canvas comes to life

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Speak To You

I speak to you as though fragile.

Raised this way,

Its at times taken in offense

Though this is not my intention.

It is only done out of concern,

Not out of malice.

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I know your strength,

Your ability to handle adversity,

You are so much stronger than I

Truth be told.

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I stand in awe of your fortitude

For mine is but a facade,

Painted in watercolors,

Easily stormed if its weakness be known.

Yours, though transparent is ironclad,

Able to withstand any assault.

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I am envious of you,

I am proud of you,

I am spellbound by you

And I am deeply in love with you.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Reinvention (Tanka)

A reinvention

What exactly does that mean

Imaginary

The lies we tell to ourselves

We can’t be something we’re not

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Awake Before Dawn

Awake before dawn,

The air still clinging to summer’s end.

I breath deeply,

Lungs fill with warm moist morning.

Alone to see a new sun rising,

Nothing more glorious could I see

As dark turns to dawn.

Should not Saturdays be for sleep,

Renewal of the body and soul;

I could never fit this mold.

My renewal lies in peace,

Peace in new day’s birth,

Coo of the morning dove,

Dance of the gecko,

Sky vast as the oceans

And just as blue.

With its birth I am reborn;

Starting anew as if my first day,

Nothing could be more glorious.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

 

 

She Blew In Raging (Shakespearean Sonnet)

She blew in raging and tearing at the soul;

A wake of rubble, blood, sweat and tears,

The nation gave to again make it whole,

To still their brothers and sisters fears

Crane and hoe and muscle revived

What Sandy smashed and to the sea let go,

But yet through the horror, hope survived,

Resilience and courage of spirit showed.

Seaside Heights and Park unknown

For an instant became a boardwalk show;

Notoriety and fame unwanted have grown,

Little seashore hamlets we’ve come to know.

The Devil’s flame of hell has retorn,

Again from tragedy it shall be reborn.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Biblical Floods Came – A Tanka

Biblical floods came

Washing away towns and lives

Cut off from the world

And still it won’t be over

Even after the rains end

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Asleep She Lays On Sacred Field

Asleep she lays on sacred field,

Angelic glow about her beams,

Draped in white my heart doth yield,

Far beyond my mortal dreams.

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I fathom not why me she chose,

Undeserving, I most surely be,

Heavenly creature beyond paling rose,

This fool adrift on earthly sea.

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I kneel before thy silken throne,

In prayer to one, the God most high,

For kindness that he hath shown,

This gift of you– without I’d die.

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I know not where this path might lead,

Or when my love we forever part,

Cherishing time, its waste doth bleed,

Forever alive within my heart.

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Sleep well my love in tender dream,

Assured through faith that I lie by your side,

To hold you forever in highest esteem,

This sacred promise by which I abide.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Let Not Your Passing Be A Bitter End (A Villanelle)

Let not your passing be a bitter end,

Longevity and richness of spirit be the gift;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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This to God his glory send,

Raising hands up to Heaven lift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

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Destiny demands of life defend,

Yours–the command to ford the rift;;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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Nay, claims to be simple had ne’er descend,

Through pain and suffering we all must sift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

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On judgement day God’s peace must lend,

To Heavenly treasures of joy doth shift;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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Trust in the Lord your soul to mend,

In this the love in your heart uplift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Deep Is Thy Love – A Tanka

How deep is thy love

How strongly doth thy heart beat

Is thy soul consumed

Like flares of a thousand suns

Smitten by passions fire

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Looking Back (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Looking  back upon the boy of youth,

The world seemed such a hopeful place;

So full of promise and full of truth,

Enough for all the human race.

Government a partner and a friend,

One we did not need to fear.

Alway there with a helping hand,

Their mission statement was oh so clear.

Protect and nurture and not infringe;

The mandate since the fathers founded.

Avoid at all cost a spending binge;

Ideals of old were firmly grounded.

Now this world once so full of hope

Is sliding down corruptions slippery slope.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a sonnet, I know it isn’t quite as Shakespearean as Shakespeare would have liked it, but it seemed to work for the topic.