Category Archives: Poetry

What Was His Worth

Nelson Mandela July 18, 1918 - December 5, 2013

Nelson Mandela July 18, 1918 – December 5, 2013

What was his worth?

To many–he was priceless,

No pearl, no diamond could compare.

Behind bars…

Or taking in the breaths of freedom

He was unshakable.

Even in the face of all that was stolen from him

He shone with the light of forgiveness.

All of this done with a burning hope,

A hope for progress,

For justice,

For equality,

For the death of apartheid.

Fighting with the weapons of peace

His was not just a fight for his people,

But a fight against all the wrongs plaguing humanity.

Noble, to be honored, cherished, thanked, missed…

What was his worth?

Far more than these words could possibly speak.

Farewell Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,

…You will not, you must not be forgotten.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Proponent of the Poor (Acrostic)

Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,

Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.

Practicing that which has for so long been preached,

Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.

Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,

Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.

Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;

Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.

Could his motives be this solemn and pure

Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;

Saving of souls through teaching assured,

                            …this as our God has demanded.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Call Me Rocket Man (SciFaiku)

Call me rocket man

Searching remote galaxies

A supernova

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~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~

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The SciFaiku was introduced to me by Jen over at blogitorloseit.com.  Check out her blog it is fantastic and I find that I learn something new there almost every day.  Enjoy.

All I Need I Have (Haiku)

All I need I have

Any more would be selfish

~ Heartfelt gratitude ~

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

My Past Calls My Name (Tanka)

My past calls my name

Like an enemy taunting

Craving reaction

But the words fade to silence

On the reinvented me

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

So Much Tragedy (Sonnet)

So much tragedy in words withheld

Than to words we are beholden.

Silence cuts deeper than forest trees felled

To those held more precious and golden.

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We wait for tomorrow as if plenty of time

Assuming the other must know.

What lies in our hearts, our feelings sublime

Saying one day that surely we’ll show.

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Until such a time that love grows apart

Blinded by such a surprise.

Mending of passion, where do we start

With tears welling up in our eyes.

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Speak your true mind and follow hearts lead,

Ne’er to be lead astray if it’s guidance you heed.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Tears (Haiku)

Tears–warm on your cheek

Leave a stinging stream of pain

~ Caused by my failures ~

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Huddled Masses

Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale - Monday's Masterpiece 2 December Prompt - Jem Farmer The Boi Poet

Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale – Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet

Huddled masses dirty and cold

Tossed in darkness to the foul smelling street.

Has nothing changed since the days of old;

The scuffing and shuffling of leather-worn feet.

Scarcely enough light from streetlamps glow,

They’re hungry with nothing to eat.

The single flame does not any safety show

Any end to this parade they repeat.

Fear thee not for thy faithful friend

Stands by with nary a cry.

His loyalty true never waivers or bends

With allegiance ‘til the day that he dies.

Regardless how hard the hearts turn of man

Take comfort that rewards surely await,

For its all just a part of creations masterplan

And the key through the Pearly Gates.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet 

Winters Chill Fast Approaching

Winters chill fast approaching,

Trees barren of supple leaves

Stand cold and hard–unfeeling.

Still my heart beats–

Pulsing warm and full of life;

Though invisible to the naked eye

Like the tree…I live,

Waiting to usher forth that which I hold close.

My passions roil inside begging release,

But this runs contrary to my grain.

Struggling as that of the springtime bud

To escape from their dormancy.

Perhaps this cocoon is of my own making,

Protecting me from imagined fears.

I push…push with all my might

Against my ivy covered shell

Long shuttered to keep the frost at bay;

Exposure to the cold starkness of life too much to bear.

This is not what it is to live

Instead it is simply existing,

Void of true joy, void of heartfelt bliss

I will hibernate no longer.

This will be my spring, my season of renewal,

Buds of my inner self will burst forth

Freeing me of my self-imposed bondage,

Allowing me to thrive

In the sunlight of the everlasting day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

With Passing of Thanks (Tanka)

With passing of thanks

My spirit has been renewed

Like I’ve been reborn

Along with the coming year

Each one gives me greater hope

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~