Beautiful silence–
A sweet song so seldom heard
Drowned by modern life
Our zeal for technology
Is making us numb
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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How Terrible To Be Separated From One’s Love (Acrostic)
How terrible to be separated from one’s love,
Oceans mocking with their insurmountable gauntlet;
Praying on the tender heart as if expendable.
Elicit my wrath you vile beast!
Love conquers all or so the saying goes,
End your repeated assaults on star-crossed lovers
So that those destined to be united might consume.
Save your sour vengeance for hell,
Releasing us to our burning desires.
Over your objections we shall conquer.
My steel shall slaughter your thirst
And leave us to our own destiny.
Neither man nor beast shall stand in our path,
This I vow until my last breath.
I love you, shall be written in the stars
Completing our journey destined by the Creator.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This poem was inspired by Julian Froment and the poem he posted today to his love, Ionia Martin. I have found it very sad that these two people have to live separate lives when they are obviously destined to be together. I hope that whatever is keeping them apart is resolved very soon.
Unusual For Its Heavenly Glory
Unusual for its heavenly glory,
A simple yet wondrous beam of light;
All colors of the spectrum shining bright.
I would have thought it a rainbow,
But for my own eyes.
Sun outlined in a thin veil of clouds–
It could not be restrained
Spilling its multicolored hues upon the earth;
A perfect column leading straight to heaven.
Mesmerized, I gazed open mouthed,
Would I have perceived this prior,
In my haste would I have been as if blind?
Beauties claim is not staked by the material alone,
This I’ve come to realize.
I’ve opened my eyes,
I’ve opened my ears,
I’ve opened my mind,
And was astonished by the effervescent world…
That surrounds me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune Cover Reveal!
Do you like action? Do you like adventure? Do you like magic? Why not catch up on the Legends of Windemere series in preparation for the debut of Charles Yallowitz’s latest book in the series, Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune set to be released on Sunday, March 16th. You won’t be sorry.
Cover Art by Jason Pedersen
Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune is set to debut on Sunday, March 16th!!!
The magical adventure continues after Luke Callindor and his friends recover from their battles in Haven.
Nyx still has nightmares about casting the genocide spell in Hero’s Gate. Every night her heart is gripped by the sensation of hundreds of goblins dying by her magic. By the request of Lord Highrider and Duke Solomon, she is returning to fix the damage she caused. With Luke Callindor and Sari by her side, Nyx is ready to face the vengeful goblins and opportunistic thieves that plague Hero’s Gate. Yet, there is a darker threat that was born from her violated magic: The Krypters.
It is another action-packed, character driven story that will reveal one of our heroes has been lied to for their entire life.
About the Author:
Charles Yallowitz was born…
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The Gathering Storm (Tanka)
The gathering storm
Perfect bout–Heaven and Hell
There are no victors
Yet we remain undeterred
Fighting ‘til our final day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Feel Different These Past Few Days
I feel different these past few days, wrapped in joy
Tolerance I found where before there was none.
At first I thought, perhaps this was a ploy,
That is until the other changes had begun.
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Anxiety and jealousy seem much more subdued,
A struggle I’ve struggled with all of my years.
These issues I’d gnash on as if they were food,
Were simply alternatives to facing my fears.
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Patiences I lost as I grew out of my youth,
Seem to be returning and rearing their heads.
All because I found what I believe is the truth,
Trepidations settle as my old skin is shed.
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I think what I’ve found is the beginning of peace,
Not the kind that we show towards our fellow men.
No–the kind that’s achieved as our inner turmoils fleeced,
May I never return to that troubled place again.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Looking Through Boxes
Looking through boxes,
Rummaging through bags,
Scouring cupboards,
Searching for my treasure of youth.
No, it holds no great monetary worth,
Really its nothing but a novelty.
Red and White soup can labels exchanged for it,
Cherub-faced little boy stamped at the bottom.
That was me back then,
Before time changed things.
Like me, its glaze has weathered,
Whiteness has turned yellow with age.
Its smooth skin is showing cracks,
The pristine edge flawed and jagged
Still it serves its purpose as designed.
My Campbell’s Soup bowl–chipped,
Would be trash to many,
But to me it is a priceless treasure.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Tuesdays Conundrum 11 March by Jez Farmer at The Boi Poet blog
Joy in the Melody of the Sparrow’s Song (Sonnet)
Joy in the melody of the sparrow’s song,
I sit in wonderment at the skies varied palette.
As though an observer, I feel I don’t belong,
Second fiddle in this heavenly ballad.
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Yet my premise is false, I am part the story,
Woven into the fabric of our universe.
Sharing in its pain and relishing in its glory,
Though my time is for certain most terse.
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Revealing in it’s beauty, I’m astonished by the day,
How perfection could have happen by chance.
A Universal Spirit must surely have had it’s way,
In this earthly and spiritual fire dance.
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With each passing day, O’ how little I know,
Though I wouldn’t miss the chance to see the show.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Anxieties Hold (Tanka)
Anxieties hold
Plunging headlong in darkness
Of my own doing
Tending to over-think things
Can only bring me trouble
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Voracity for Change
In the darkened halls etched with golden finery,
Do you admit the secrets they hold,
Shrouded in the shrouds of your jeweled cassocks?
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For how many centuries has this debauchery been veiled?
How many unchaste Satans lay in your webbed catacombs,
Venerated by the ignorant and blind?
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This is not an indictment of the faithful, the many tended sheep in your flock,
They are the innocent men and women…and child victims,
Venerated as martyrs before the universal mother.
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Have you forgotten your roots, roots steeped in love and in service?
Not service to yourselves for its benefit, but service to the thirsty progeny
Who you’ve nourished with scandal and dust.
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Knowingly, the devils amongst you receive shelter…You are evil as they!
You can not hide your sins from God Almighty, you immoral men!
Utter hypocrisy flows through your narrowed veins as sacramental wine.
Your restitution rings hollow…what of the innocence you’ve so ravaged?
Your treasures buy not your redemption– for the trustful can ne’er be whole again.
You vipers!…The solemnity of your vows lay thrashed by the Reaper.
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Heads bowed on bended knee– tears for transformation fall with no retort.
They ask not for scriptural emendation, only boundness before the Lord.
In consumptive fashion, pomp preempts substance from this Cardinal clan.
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What mold anewed will you lay before the disconsolate altar of the faithful?
Would it not be fair to portend that there will be nothing of substance to behold?
Only time will avow your voracity for change.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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