By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Cool ocean breezes
Pinã Colada in hand
Love in the tropics
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Coconut oil
Kettle drums and bongos play
This is the good life
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Warm sand between toes
Caribbean blue waters
Heaven here on earth
Author Archives: Dom DiFrancesco
River’s Run
By D. R. DiFrancesco
The river wails in excitement as it reaches the precipice
Morphing into an effervescent shower of God’s tears
Crashing helplessly on the rocks below
The river never trembles
Never hesitates
Never endeavors to postpone it’s end
Instead it marches headlong into the unrevealed
On to a destiny known only to the maker
What a wonderous life it must lead
Concerned not with it’s fate
Content that it has traveled the determined path
Only to be reborn as a bountiful gift from Heaven
The Cruelest Loss
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Words can be kind but you prefered cruel
Thrown like a javelin
Piercing my still beating heart
What angry motives you display
Spewed like a child pouting and juvenile
But you are not a child
Those years are long past
Yet you refused to show restraint
Did I wound you
If so, I beg your pardon, for this was not my intention
Malice is not in my nature
You know this better than anyone
Can you ever forgive me my ignorance
For I know not where I erred
Clairvoyance has always eluded me
As does the cause of our rift
I’ve tried repeatedly to make amends
But my cries go unanswered
We have been confidants for a lifetime
Oh how it pains me that we cannot ford this divide
Yet my hope blossoms
That the hurt can be soothed
Reuniting us once more
Mind Games
Sorrowing Old Man – Vincent Van Gogh – 1890
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Drifting away,
Drowning in a sea of desperation,
Grasping for a life ring of sanity,
Just out of my reach.
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I look within,
A swirling cyclonic mess embodies me,
Unrefined shapes and forms,
Seeking to undermine me at every turn.
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This Impenetrable darkness,
That neither sun nor joy can imbue,
Why have I been cursed with this plague,
Delivering pain to the four winds of my soul.
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Overwhelming sadness clutches me to her bosom,
Offering me nothing but anguish,
Have I not been tormented enough,
Stripped and laid bare to the elements.
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God and science offer no comfort,
For the troubled mind worships it’s own demons,
I have prayed to exercise them,
Yet found the only panacea is time.
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With night, slumber offers me respite,
Time for healing,
Calm for the erratic mind,
Hope for a clearer perspective at dawn.
A Friend in Need
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Squatting down in ragged jeans,
Trembling hands counting out small change,
Pennies, nickels and dimes his life’s savings,
Mumbling to himself,
Wondering if he had enough for a drink.
Scorching sun on the molten sidewalk,
His weathered face toughened to leather,
Aged far beyond his years,
What is his story,
People pass by ignoring his existence.
Cold water,
Sweat dripping from my fingertips,
Waiting to pay for my pleasure,
Mind drifting back to the poor man on the sidewalk,
What fate lies ahead for him.
He asked for nothing,
He should not have to ask for anything,
Should we not care without request,
Tears welled up in my eyes,
This could be me.
Food and drink,
Such a small price for a brother in need,
This could never be enough, still it was all I could do,
“Here you go friend”, as the pittance was offered,
“Thank you kindly”, his humble reply.
The Optimist – Haiku
Glass half full
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In trust we find peace,
Rushing in optimism,
So to bathe in joy.
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A song in the heart,
Shared with those longing for love,
Betters our world.
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Be not critical,
For it suites the pessimist,
Leaving them sour.
*image from ctya.org
Making of a Man
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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You embody courage,
Something I never truly had,
Setting foot into uncharted waters,
Leaving the familiar behind,
Jumping headlong into another world.
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You embody honor,
Something that I couldn’t teach you,
Living by a code,
One that must have been etched in your soul,
Immortalizing those that came before you,
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You embody faith,
Something I should have instilled in you,
But I was not strong enough,
Yet you epitomize it in spite of me,
By entrusting your life to those around you.
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You embody integrity,
Something I never knew how to give,
Still it was born into you,
A birthright gifted to those most deserving,
To be shared with those most in need.
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You embody love,
Something I was never good at showing,
Your compassion and sensitivity,
Given freely to those in want,
From a heart that’s kind.
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You embody all of these things,
Something I could never do,
Courage, honor, faith, integrity and love,
They made you the man you are,
And readies you for the man you will become.
Road to a Perfect Union
By D. R. DiFrancesco
A casual glance,
Sending whispers of love and lust,
Eyes averting eyes,
Embarrassed at the thought of capture.
An innocent smile,
Sunlights glimmer off ivory mirror,
Seductive and sensual,
Beckoning an invitation.
A brush of skin,
Accidental yet intentional,
Goosebumps cascading,
Erupting hot and lascivious.
A pounding heart,
Rhythmically offering itself,
Longing to be cradled,
In the impetuous throes of passion.
A tender kiss,
Long and warm on silky lips,
Without so much as a word,
Two become one.
A Delusional Vision
By D. R. DiFrancesco
You say it’s for our own good,
You know better than us,
Claiming to be erudite,
But displaying nothing but contempt..
The mold you had cast,
Lies cracked and crumbling,
Still you try to force us to conform,
Assuming we are incompetent.
Hiding behind evangelical fervor,
You treat us as children,
Too naive and simple to surmise what is right,
Sinful beings needing your protection from ourselves.
When did we become so helpless,
You angry old men,
Surrounded by your white marble walls,
Casting retribution over your fiefdom.
Showing little veneration for the gentler sex,
You rule over them with feign compassion,
While valuing them as nothing more than objects,
What despots you are.
Under whose authority is love within your purview,
You look down upon those who do not believe as you do,
Regarding them as broken and immoral,
You vile creatures.
Do they not bleed as you do,
Are born innocent, live and die,
Crave love and acceptance as you do,
What makes you so self-righteous?
You despise those less fortunate,
Consistently questioning their ethics,
You claim they are lazy and felonious by nature,
Begging for alms at every turn.
Do not pretend to know them,
You have never visited their neighborhoods,
Struggled for your next meal,
You would not survive a day in their shoes.
“Pull yourself up by your bootstraps”, says you,
Your totalitarian battle cry,
Toil and sweat, and you can be like me,
Easily said from the pillowed comfort of your penthouse.
We are not like you,
Neither fate nor inheritance have looked favorably upon us,
Our labors scarcely provide for the bare necessities,
Still we have hope in our childrens futures..
Your greed and cold-heartedness have blinded you,
Morally corrupt,
Like the gluttonous tick you bleed society dry,
To build your delusional visions of utopia.
To Dream – Haiku
By D. R. DiFrancesco
I drift amongst clouds
A dreamer from my birth
Always seeking truth
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The hourglass turned
Sand falls slowly in rhythm
Imagine times pass
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What lies in the mind
Mysterious and joyful
A wonder of life
Dom DiFrancesco 