Author Archives: Dom DiFrancesco

The Tender Shiver (Tanka)

The tender shiver
From an early snows caress
Like first kiss passion
Stoked with anxious excitement
Culminates in inner peace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It Grows Dark in a Firestorm of Tumultuous Passion (Sonnet)

It grows dark in a firestorm of tumultuous passion

Thoughts of you under another’s caress

Fighting to keep you in any fashion

Its you, by any means I must possess

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You promised eternal love before family and friends

I do, sealed with a kiss we were wed

Our vows for you clearly were a means to an end

By the folly you’ve made of our bed

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Is not the sanctity of marriage to be held sacred

Clearly not by your monogamous charade

You’ve done nothing more than fertilize a hatred

Flaunting your sins as if on parade

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With this to my senses I have finally arrived

At the realization–what I thought was love was really contrived

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sea of Haze (Haiku)

Bathed in sea of haze
The moon begs for attention
~ A storm approaches
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Such Excitement (Sonnet)

Such excitement, congratulations, the smiles

A journey into the unknown, so exciting

We were naive to a future of so many trials

Until reality became enlightening

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Not all were bad–in fact most were a joy

So much so we gave it another go

We prayed for a girl since we were blessed with a boy

Leaving it up to God to see which would show

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Gift number two, with a girl we were graced

One more try we thought we would make

And last but not least, in our trust she was placed

A daughter–our youngest in whose life we partake

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In spite of imperfections of which there are more than a few

With a heart full of pride, I am honored through and through

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Jem Farmer The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 19 Nov Writing Prompt

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 ~~