Category Archives: Poetry

Asleep She Lays On Sacred Field

Asleep she lays on sacred field,

Angelic glow about her beams,

Draped in white my heart doth yield,

Far beyond my mortal dreams.

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I fathom not why me she chose,

Undeserving, I most surely be,

Heavenly creature beyond paling rose,

This fool adrift on earthly sea.

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I kneel before thy silken throne,

In prayer to one, the God most high,

For kindness that he hath shown,

This gift of you– without I’d die.

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I know not where this path might lead,

Or when my love we forever part,

Cherishing time, its waste doth bleed,

Forever alive within my heart.

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Sleep well my love in tender dream,

Assured through faith that I lie by your side,

To hold you forever in highest esteem,

This sacred promise by which I abide.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Let Not Your Passing Be A Bitter End (A Villanelle)

Let not your passing be a bitter end,

Longevity and richness of spirit be the gift;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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This to God his glory send,

Raising hands up to Heaven lift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

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Destiny demands of life defend,

Yours–the command to ford the rift;;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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Nay, claims to be simple had ne’er descend,

Through pain and suffering we all must sift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

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On judgement day God’s peace must lend,

To Heavenly treasures of joy doth shift;

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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Trust in the Lord your soul to mend,

In this the love in your heart uplift;

Let not your passing be a bitter end.

Fight to the death and ne’er bend.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Deep Is Thy Love – A Tanka

How deep is thy love

How strongly doth thy heart beat

Is thy soul consumed

Like flares of a thousand suns

Smitten by passions fire

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Looking Back (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Looking  back upon the boy of youth,

The world seemed such a hopeful place;

So full of promise and full of truth,

Enough for all the human race.

Government a partner and a friend,

One we did not need to fear.

Alway there with a helping hand,

Their mission statement was oh so clear.

Protect and nurture and not infringe;

The mandate since the fathers founded.

Avoid at all cost a spending binge;

Ideals of old were firmly grounded.

Now this world once so full of hope

Is sliding down corruptions slippery slope.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a sonnet, I know it isn’t quite as Shakespearean as Shakespeare would have liked it, but it seemed to work for the topic.

To Speak One’s Mind

To speak one’s mind, though respectfully is our right

Not to belittle, degrade or to fight

Civilized discourse is the much desired path

As opposed to yelling, screaming and fiery wrath

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Little is solved through righteous indignation

Ushered on through prideful inflation

To say one’s piece then give another a chance

Its likely the opinion imparted will enhance

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To disagree is common in life I propose

But civility is preferred, surely can’t be opposed

Our differences shared spice up this world

While insults cause more harm than good when hurled

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Opinions I’ve spoke change from day to day

Its odd how that works the minds funny that way

While I try to follow the advice offered above

Sometimes I go over the edge showing anything but love

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I try to give heed to another’s personal views

At times I fail miserable, though not what I would choose

This is human nature, be conscious of the fact

Because once its put out there you can never take it back.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Vociferous Me – A Tanka

Vociferous me

Religion and politics

Destined to divide

Still answers are illusive

Therefore I must question on

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Its Hard to Believe

Its hard to believe that it is but a short dozen years

A dozen years since this world changed

Changed a nation and its ideals

The ideals founded on a promise gave way to extremism

An extremism not so unlike that of the terrorist

The terrorist has taken away our freedoms

Our freedom to assemble, our right to privacy

Privacy is a thing of the past taken away by our government

Our government says they must take it to protect us

Protect us from whom, who will protect us from them is the question

Questioning however, is taken as unpatriotic

Unpatriotic! This is our right and our duty as citizens

Citizens who have become nothing but pawns

Pawns to governmental corruption and big business

Business’ who are now treated as citizens by the Supreme Court

The Supreme Court who was supposed to keep the executive and legislative in check have let us down

Down are path I fear is collapsing

Collapsing with each step we take down the road

A road, one way, on which their is no return

Oh…to return our moral compass to true

Truly that would be our greatest strength

Strength of character, morals, of humanity that we so long ago lost

Lost to our greed, selfishness and intolerance

Intolerance for ourselves, other nations, other ideals

Ideals that were long deceased before September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001 was just another nail

A nail in a coffin already occupied

Occupied but not inescapable if we would try

Try to resurrect the intentions of our founding fathers

Fathers far wiser than the lot of thieves currently in office

Offices held by both parties

Parties that no longer represent the people

A people that deserve better

Better than to live without freedom, in oppression and under tyranny

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Out of Fear

Worshiped out of fear,

Afraid of divine retribution.

One which allowed murderers,

One which allowed adulterers,

With an apology,

To be King.

You toyed with creation,

Becoming angry as a child

Throwing tantrums

When deprived of your will.

Does death and destruction,

To all but the chosen

Sound reasonable and sane?

With Lucifer as a playmate perhaps.

“Here take my servant,

Do what you will with him,

But do not touch.”

Inflicted with relentless torment,

Sores, anxiety, persecution,

Fear of death,

The game is permitted to continue,

All with your blessing,

To see if he can be broken.

Is this how mercy is shown,

Torturing those that love you?

Finding sport in war and death

Both are waged eternally,

Some with your blessing

Some without,

Either way, surely with a smile.

Sending those in your image to their end

As pawns for your amusement,

This seems to be your sadistic way.

As a final act of brutality,

You offered your son up to despots,

Torturing and degrading him until death,

All to uphold your way of life

And save the monsters which you created.

Would a kind and merciful parent do this to his child,

Instilling them with fear,

Instead of promoting goodness and love?

This question must be answered!

Faith alone does not absolve you of responsibility

For the adulterated state of our being.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Each Look – A Tanka

Each look as the first

Bringing us ever closer

We are destiny

You…the reason I was born

I…yours ’til the end of time

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Chill of Night

Chill of night unfolds

Like that of a thread-bare sheet

Holding little warmth

Providing meager comfort

Allowing the mind to roam

Wherever it wills in dead of night

No barriers does it hold

Despite desire

Left to shiver in the cold

Until numbness takes control

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~