Category Archives: Poetry

Does the Summer Cry (Tanka)

Does the Summer cry

Mourning for it’s own demise

As its spirit falls

Buried under Autumn’s reign

It awaits solstice rebirth

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Trance

Rain fell torrential and strong

Thunder clapped and lightning struck

Reminiscent of Stoker won’t be long

Unless God grants us a little luck

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Lightning flashed ‘cross blackened sky

Through gothic windows cast shadows eerie

I hope and pray I do not die

In castle dark on this night so dreary

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Surely my mind must be playing tricks

These things I see must not be real

A touch of flu, I must be sick

For if I’m wrong then my fate is sealed

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As shutters bang in wind and rain

A winged creature I thought I saw

With eyes glowing red am I insane

Rush I must, the curtains draw

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A bang, a scratch on windows glass

I hide my face in fear a dream

A few long seconds the sound did pass

Minutes though it surely seemed

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Then silence befell the musty room

A nightmare dream it must have been

Escape this place, this horrid tomb

Uncovering my eyes I turned a grin

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Lo’ I find I am not alone

In shock I stumbled and couldn’t speak

Fear on my face I must have shown

Evidenced by wrinkle of widows peak

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Eerie white and dressed in black

This fiend of fiction now stood before

I must admit I was taken back

Turning to run for bedroom door

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Faster than a blink he blocked my way

In fear I trembled where I stood

Not a sound or word did he say

Under his cloak and silken hood

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Then he scoffed deep and dark

The room took on a ghastly chill

Deadly silence no cricket or bark

A scream did emanate cold and schrill

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Frightened I fell on bended knee

His putrid breath upon my neck

The room went dark I could not see

On whole of my life did I reflect

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Grasping tightly with claw-like fingers

Hoisting me like a childs toy

Growing intensity my terror lingers

My heart and soul he seeks destroy

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In a moments notice warmth I feel

A peace then fire runs through my veins

The slightest pinch in fog concealed

Monsters fangs they cloud my brain

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I feel and smell the blood-soaked cotton

A trickle down my trembling arm

My wound it reeks of flesh gone rotten

Life is held in mortal harm

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Again a laugh born of Satan’s Hell

Rings as unreal in dreary dream

My will to live dissolved in his spell

Nothing exists but him it would seem

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This oddest of feeling from head to toe

My body and soul no longer of this world

Allegiance to him now must I show

Though why or how my thoughts he unfurled

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He spoke in a tongue unlike my own

Though strangely understood by chance

You’ll never escape, I’ve returned you home

To eternity lived under Dracula’s trance

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Staring Blindly Into The Great Beyond (Sonnet)

Staring blindly into the great beyond

Feet broken and blistered at life’s crossroad

Scarcely knowing how to respond

From bearing these trials, a heavy load

This burden great, when might it end

Providing the bounty the Lord inspired

My back is weary with painful bend

Longing for rest, I’m oh so tired

Fate has dealt a sour hand

One which beats this soul far down

A wish to stand on solid land

Is swallowed up and surely drowned

In the end where doth fault lie

Somewhere unknown when this body dies

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cool Air (Haiku)

Cool air on warm skin

The visceral mood of fall

Summer has been slain

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sunrise Vicissitude (Tanka)

Sunrise vicissitude

Orange to yellow to blue

A cheerful painting

By the stroke of the master

A blank canvas comes to life

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Speak To You

I speak to you as though fragile.

Raised this way,

Its at times taken in offense

Though this is not my intention.

It is only done out of concern,

Not out of malice.

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I know your strength,

Your ability to handle adversity,

You are so much stronger than I

Truth be told.

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I stand in awe of your fortitude

For mine is but a facade,

Painted in watercolors,

Easily stormed if its weakness be known.

Yours, though transparent is ironclad,

Able to withstand any assault.

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I am envious of you,

I am proud of you,

I am spellbound by you

And I am deeply in love with you.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Reinvention (Tanka)

A reinvention

What exactly does that mean

Imaginary

The lies we tell to ourselves

We can’t be something we’re not

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Awake Before Dawn

Awake before dawn,

The air still clinging to summer’s end.

I breath deeply,

Lungs fill with warm moist morning.

Alone to see a new sun rising,

Nothing more glorious could I see

As dark turns to dawn.

Should not Saturdays be for sleep,

Renewal of the body and soul;

I could never fit this mold.

My renewal lies in peace,

Peace in new day’s birth,

Coo of the morning dove,

Dance of the gecko,

Sky vast as the oceans

And just as blue.

With its birth I am reborn;

Starting anew as if my first day,

Nothing could be more glorious.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

 

 

She Blew In Raging (Shakespearean Sonnet)

She blew in raging and tearing at the soul;

A wake of rubble, blood, sweat and tears,

The nation gave to again make it whole,

To still their brothers and sisters fears

Crane and hoe and muscle revived

What Sandy smashed and to the sea let go,

But yet through the horror, hope survived,

Resilience and courage of spirit showed.

Seaside Heights and Park unknown

For an instant became a boardwalk show;

Notoriety and fame unwanted have grown,

Little seashore hamlets we’ve come to know.

The Devil’s flame of hell has retorn,

Again from tragedy it shall be reborn.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Biblical Floods Came – A Tanka

Biblical floods came

Washing away towns and lives

Cut off from the world

And still it won’t be over

Even after the rains end

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~