The tenderest touch
Kissed by the first rays of dawn
Your skin against mine
Wrapped in Egyptian cotton
Cool in the rapture
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: September 2014
O’ How Man Grasps For A Higher Power
O’ how man grasps for a Higher Power
Looking for answers to someone unseen
Praying for knowledge before the final hour
Asking recognition for all that we’ve been
Nay–seldom does the Divine ever respond
Rather resting squarely on the faith of man
Free-will determining what we will become
No one there to take us by the hand
Responsible are we for making our way
Following the path that we choose
Easy it is, surely no one will say
This life is ours to live or to lose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Greatest Friends Were We
Greatest friends were we
Long before we were lovers
Our bond has been strong
No more could I have ever asked
My companion, my beloved
Spoken from the heart–
Never have I loved you more
Than I do this day
Twenty five years espoused
Once two, we’ve lived long as one
One heart and one soul
Through time, traveling this path
Winding and rocky
We comfort each others pain
‘Til we taste our final kiss
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feel Anothers Pain
Feel anothers pain
Before you too harshly judge
Called being human
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Rains Cascade From The Mountaintop
Rains cascade from the mountaintop
So fluid in its dance of desperation
Tumbling over granite shards
Impregnating the seed of the dormant bride
Soon she will welcome her offspring
Colorful and joyous
Springing from crack and crevice
To play amongst the warmth of the winds
Her groom–
Disappearing ever downward
Seeks slumber in the bed below
Having succumbed to destiny
Coyote and cacti feed from his humble remains
Quenching their arid thirst
Until at once
…He is no more
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thoughts Are Provoking
Thoughts are provoking
When voiced in arrogant tones
A putrid venom
Raising the ire of foes
Stinging the hearts allies
A higher standard
We aspire to be held
This has always been
Yet we bully and coerce
We push, shove and we degrade
They aren’t our children
We are not their guardians
Ego says elseways
Sometimes it’s best to step back
Letting cooler heads prevail
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Perhaps I’m Poisoned (Tanka)
Perhaps I’m poisoned
Believing that man is good
In spite of himself
If only ego would sleep
We might be able to love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What Lies On Distant Shores
What lies on distant shores,
Buckets, pigeon holes, troughs for segregation.
Language, dress, birthplace do not an enemy make.
Where came this bitter misdirection?
Religion, culture, song, dance,
These are things of man’s creation.
Strip naked man and woman–
Lay them bare of their mortal inventions.
Confiscate their language, dress, birthplace,
Expropriate their religion, culture, song, dance,
Take all they have of this world;
What have they left?
Blood and skin and bone;
That which crumbles with inevitable death.
Hopes and dreams, emotions;
intangibles that define humanness.
Air, food, water, shelter;
That which sustains us.
Boundaries of man hold no sway over these.
We are but one species,
Born and consumed in life,
Until the day we return home
To the dust from whence we came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In Love There Is Peace (Tanka)
In love there is peace
No religion disputes that
Only man does this
Bastardizing all that’s good
For his own twisted purpose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Mirror Never Lies
The mirror never lies
Or so you believe.
Unequal to those on celluloid
Causing you to grieve.
Airbrushed and painted on
None of it is real.
Remove a layer, then you’ll see
What was hidden now revealed.
Ads they target girls so young
Ruining self-esteem.
All to lure those most naive
Into their their dirty scheme.
Makeup, jeans, the latest heels
Superficial to say the least.
None of this makes the girl
Instead a material beast.
Capitalist Devils take our young
And throw them in the fire.
Taking innocence and melting it down
On their greed kindled pyre.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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