Author Archives: Dom DiFrancesco

Wake To Tender Touch (Tanka)

Wake…to tender touch

Offered free in lovers glow

Gently from my soul

In the kindness of your smile

I find sweet serenity

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Consciously Adrift

Consciously adrift in melancholia today

A strange feeling of sorts, almost out-of-body.

Praying this awareness isn’t here to stay,

It has been some time since I have felt this oddly.

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Perhaps its the conclusion of a season so merry

Punctuating my customary schedule of labor,

Or the calming of life that for a time was so hurried

Returning to the normalcy of my common behavior.

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More like the drying of the druggy or drunkard,

The heart becomes heavy with worry and sadness.

These feelings have since grown increasingly absurd,

Leading me down this pathway toward madness.

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Pray tell–to what end does this folly intend,

In driving my soul to the brink of destruction?

Try as I might to bandage and mend

And pull myself out of this pit of compunction.

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On knees that are bent in prayer for reprieve

All one can hope for is its swiftness to pass.

Lifting up spirits and hasten sorrows to leave

Like sand as it trickles through narrow of the hourglass.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Is Being “Father” Enough

Is being “Father” enough?

Looking into the face of the son, I’m not sure who I see;

Some of me, some of his mother,

But these are just physical traits.

He has lived a life far different from my own,

Seen and done things that I have never seen or done

Lived the horrors of war,

Witnessed the worst of mankind,

Traveled through the world with a bullseye on his back.

How could this not demand change,

A change that I will never understand?

Me…I’ve sat in my easy chair;

Warm, dry, safe,

Worrying for his safety,

Praying for him to come home.

I read the ticker at the bottom of the screen

Announcing without emotion those that would not return;

Thankful for the call that never came.

Is being “Father” enough?

I cannot alter what was,

Cannot erase what he has seen,

Cannot live his life.

We seem to have less in common these days,

Though I am certain that this is more my problem than his.

Is being “Father” enough?

I suppose that it will have to be.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

How Glorious The Year As It Comes To An End (Pantoum)

How glorious the year as it comes to an end,

Thankful for all that I have received,

Complaints I have few, no regrets do I send,

Dismissing what should never be grieved.

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Thankful for all that I have received,

A fool would I be to complain,

Dismissing what should never be grieved,

Cherishing that which remains.

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A fool would I be to complain,

Perceived as nothing but a whiner,

Cherishing that which remains,

Leaving only the good which is finer.

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Perceived as nothing but a whiner,

Is something which should never be attained,

Leaving only the good which is finer,

To those that will follow unconstrained.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Description taken from : http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pantoum.html

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

The design is simple:

Line 1

Line 2

Line 3

Line 4

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Line 5 (repeat of line 2)

Line 6

Line 7 (repeat of line 4)

Line 8

Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanza then repeats the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.

Last stanza:

Line 2 of previous stanza

Line 3 of first stanza

Line 4 of previous stanza

Line 1 of first stanza

This Modern Day (Sonnet)

This modern day doth promote looseness of lips

Easily speaking with nary a thought,

Then later in regret we come to grips

With what is proper as we had been taught.

A click of send with no recall,

Forever unleashed upon our world,

Try as we might we can never stall

The insults and hurt that we have hurled.

Nay, neither you nor I are immune;

We’re feeble and frail in our judgement moral.

Apologizing and vowing a different tune,

We beg forgiveness both written and oral.

Would it not have been best to have bitten our tongue

Forgoing the backlash that has now begun.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Winter Wind Blows (Haiku)

A winter wind blows
Across the barren landscape
~ Victim to the cold
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Another Christmas

Another Christmas

Filled with anticipation

It comes then its gone

Will spirit leave as quickly

Resulting in depression

The gifts are opened

Dinner and dessert are done

Family–friends gone

What have we left of Christmas

When all excitement passes on

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Youth Breeds Fearlessness (Tanka)

Youth breeds fearlessness

Something traded for wisdom

Or lost to aging

Only by progenies birth

Is their error realized

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

O’ Heavenly Star (Haiku)

O’ Heavenly Star

Two millennia guiding

~ Path to Bethlehem ~

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~