Monthly Archives: December 2013

It Occurred to Me (Sonnet)

It occurred to me–a mystery of sorts,

How inward and outward my image became.

I think through others witty retorts,

They’ve morphed the person they know by name.

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Is this not how we all evolved,

Our identities molded by family and friends?

Who we were born is not who we’ve resolved;

Veering off our path for one that bends.

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Rules of life, though they often change

Undeniably forming our moral core

Relations with others and loves they arrange

Knowing right from wrong they ensure

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Perhaps it would have been easier to leave me to fate

Than to manufacture a me into this limbotic state.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Little More Time (Tanka)

“A little more time”

The prayer with each passing day…

With every second

Until it runs out

Watching hopes–dreams fade away

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Found Myself Staring

I found myself staring,

Looking into a forest of festive lights;

Twinkling–red, green, blue, white.

The cold was forgotten,

Replaced by warmth and peace.

When I awoke…

Standing as a statue

Dusk seemed brighter,

It’s colors more vibrant,

A sense of joy filled my heart.

I was bathed in the spirit,

A renewed man.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Everything is New (Haiku)

Newness of the world

Simple things eyed with wonder

Childs innocence

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Taste of Blame (Sonnet)

Bitter and nauseating is the taste of blame

Often stirred by our misguided spirit–ego.

Detesting others with fortune and fame

Until ones jealousy doth flourishing, grows.

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Little good does it serve to another accuse;

Rotting heart and soul to the core.

Resulting in pain and the minds terrible abuse,

Living in darkness ‘til every fiber doth abhor.

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Does harboring this envy, one deadly sin

Heal what you view as improper nay unjust?

This frailty so human caused all ills begin

Diminishing our ability to trust.

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What profit can be gained from hatred ingrained,

But to torture our souls until loves power doth refrain.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

December Seventh (Tanka)

December Seventh
Pearl Harbor was attacked
Do they still teach this
Or has it been lost to years
And the holiday season
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Heartfelt Forgiveness (Tanka)

Heartfelt forgiveness
Should be our aspiration
Not just empty words
The lesson passed before us
I hope we weren’t distracted
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

What Was His Worth

Nelson Mandela July 18, 1918 - December 5, 2013

Nelson Mandela July 18, 1918 – December 5, 2013

What was his worth?

To many–he was priceless,

No pearl, no diamond could compare.

Behind bars…

Or taking in the breaths of freedom

He was unshakable.

Even in the face of all that was stolen from him

He shone with the light of forgiveness.

All of this done with a burning hope,

A hope for progress,

For justice,

For equality,

For the death of apartheid.

Fighting with the weapons of peace

His was not just a fight for his people,

But a fight against all the wrongs plaguing humanity.

Noble, to be honored, cherished, thanked, missed…

What was his worth?

Far more than these words could possibly speak.

Farewell Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,

…You will not, you must not be forgotten.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Proponent of the Poor (Acrostic)

Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,

Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.

Practicing that which has for so long been preached,

Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.

Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,

Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.

Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;

Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.

Could his motives be this solemn and pure

Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;

Saving of souls through teaching assured,

                            …this as our God has demanded.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~