Monthly Archives: November 2013

Will I…

Were I cast out to sea, adrift…in a small boat,

Floating…gliding up and down over diamond-head swells;

Bathing under a star soaked sky,

Will I be seen by God?

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Were I crawling, dirty…clothes worn ragged,

Parched…flesh burning, blistered and bleeding;

Boiled under a hellish sun,

Will I be saved by God?

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Were I bedridden, covered in sores…begging for death,

Terminal…no hope, living in utter despair;

A slave to this mortal body,

Will I be spared by God?

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Were I to pass…peacefully or in torment,

Eyes closed…draped in white as I was at birth;

No more a victim to my earthly form,

Will I be welcomed by God?

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For all the wrongs I’ve done, all the sins I have notched,

The list is long, written in stone, my autobiography;

My claim on humanity not unlike others,

Will I be forgiven by God?

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Will I be seen…

Will I be saved…

Will I be spared…

Will I be welcomed…

Will I be forgiven…

By God?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Alone I Sit

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King – We Drink Inspiration Poetry Prompt #001 – First Impressions

Alone I sit,

Nothing but a shadow and an empty chair.

Where have we gone,

I can not fathom?

Was it me?

Was it you?

Did we just evaporate;

Melting in the blinding light of day?

I cover myself in the hopes of saving us,

But nay, I am too late.

You are gone,

I am alone,

Left to fade into the future…

Without you.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Drink Because We’re Poets – We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #001: First Impressions

Worry Not My Love (Tanka)

Worry not my love
I’m made whole wrapped in your arms
And warmed by your kiss
I desire nothing more
Than to be cherished by you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Could This Be Hades (Haiku)

Could this be Hades

With all the evil on earth

~ Believe in the good ~

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Elegant Lady (Tanka)

Elegant lady

Adorned with a crown of gold

Caped in morning fog

Oh the sights you must have seen

Monarch of the Golden Gate

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

I Ask For Nothing (Sonnet)

I ask for nothing yet you give me all I need

Could this be what the sages meant when they spoke of love

Perhaps like the roses thorny prick doth bleed

Nary tainting the snow white of the purest dove

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Were I ever to beg my darling, of you my pardon

I doubt you not that forgiveness would be mine

Assured that your heart would not surely harden

This–I take to my heart as a sign

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The gift you offer out of nothing but passion

I hold close, clutching it tightly to my still heaving breast

Through these long centuries it has never left fashion

On my knees before God to you my love I confessed

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All this–I pray that I have not taken for granted

For your love I cherish that may ne’er be supplanted

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Is Life a Vision

Is life a vision–

A dream of our creation

Like a childs game

Lived in a homemade costume

Pulled from our minds own toy box

I really don’t know

Would it be so terrible

Living a charade

So long as it makes us happy

During this finite voyage

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~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

My Predicament (Tanka)

My predicament

Funny unless you live it

Then it is just sad

Be cautious with ridicule

As it just might bite you back

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Toil of the Day (Haiku)

Toil of the day
Drains every ounce of my strength
Cover me with dirt
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~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Curmudgeonly

Curmudgeonly, that is me I fear

I swore I would not become my parents loud and clear

I would not criticize the music I hear

Clothes, the hair, nor all they hold dear

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But I lied or failed does it really matter much

I don’t understand rap, hip hop, electronic dance and such

Pants low with boxers high held up by belt buckle clutch

Publicly grabbing crotch with not the gentlest of touch

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More critical of the guys than the girls I have found

Cars with whiny mufflers, where’s the glass-pack rumbling sound

Trucks that can’t pick-up cause they’re lowered to the ground

I guess its finally happened what goes around comes around

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I’m trying my best to break out of this mold

Being more accepting as I so adamantly told

Judging by appearance is a form of profiling bold

Isn’t it bizarre how we transform as we grow old

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: These are just a few observations about myself that honestly, I find embarrassing since I promised myself from an early age that I would not succumb to this type of thinking, but to one degree or another I have.  I am working hard to change my mindset so we will have to see where that goes, but I’m sure that at least some of you can relate.