Category Archives: Poetry

Dandelion Bends – A Haiku

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Image Credit: wildmanstevebrill.com

Dandelion bends

Submitting to the winds will

Perennial life

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Monsters And Demons – A Tanka

Monsters and demons

Hide inside each one of us

Life of denial

Scared to face our deepest selves

Afraid of what we might see

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Dark Closet

Its a dark closet,

Door shut,

Bolt fixed,

Lock turned.

Reaching above the door frame,

Skeleton key missing.

Clanging of metal tells the tale.

You’ve locked yourself inside,

Stolen the key.

Don’t you want rescue,

To be saved,

Freed from this dungeon?

In an instant

Lights go out.

No sign of life beneath locked door.

All is quite,

Retreating to the recesses of your mind.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cloudless Sky – A Shadorma

Cloudless sky,

Granite peaks part blue

Bright canvas.

This painting,

Brushed from an artists palette,

A true masterpiece.

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Perfection,

Born of natures hand

Is flawless.

To compare

With the mortal works of man

Would be an insult.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Author’s Note: The Shadorma is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables. A poem may consist of one stanza, or an unlimited number of stanzas (a series of shadormas).  The information above was from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadorma.

Can You Hear The Cries – A Tanka

Can you hear the cries

Echoing out in the night

Hunger their captor

Resigned to a third world

Right hear in our own backyard

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You

When writing of you

Perplexed am I to the form.

No mold can contain you.

So much of life is a Parody,

Laughing at your ingrained silliness,

The mischievousness of your smile,

Twinkling eyes with a smoldering fire.

Haiku’s genteel nature is far too small,

Sister Tanka tries to express,

But her attention is much too short.

Perhaps an Ode would suffice

For flattery is your just due,

Ensued by inevitable embarrassment.

I could venture to sum your essence

Through the singularity of an Acrostic

Though this would scarcely scratch the surface.

Perhaps Triolet would be more fitting,

For none too often can I express the depth of my love;

Repetition surely would serve as reminder.

Even with all these

None can capture your unrestrained spirit,

The flow of you through space and time.

I will not try to confine you, that would be unfair.

Instead I will let you spread your wings

Writing your own verse

In the form of…

Free.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

More Than Life – A Tanka

More than life itself

‘Tis you I love most deeply

That I would give all

My heart and my soul are yours

In this world and beyond

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Ember And Wolf

Embers waft skyward

Like a million tiny suns.

Free to travel ,

Going where the wind takes them,

Caring not where they land

Nor what the future holds.

Their time is now,

Today is all there is

As spark turns to ash.

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Wolf, drinks and hunts

Taking only what he needs.

Caring for the survival of the pack;

Not one bit more does he consume.

Living for today,

Feeding their future,

As it has always been,

As it will always be,

Until flesh turns to bone.

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Man the hoarder,

Eats and drinks to excess.

Gorging himself,

Engaged to the point of gluttony,

Feasting on food and goods

As if life were an eternity.

Living for today,

Collecting for tomorrow,

Denying his mortal end.

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Simple ember,

Lowly wolf,

Live by their design

Within the boundary of nature.

Man exploits all that he’s been given,

Accepting what he needs

Then grabbing what he wants,

Leaving nothing

For the ember and the wolf.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

His Treasure

His calloused hands, soft

Caressing her loving cheek

She– his pot of gold

Greeting his broken body

With an understanding smile

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His reason to live

Waits for him at long days end

Asking nothing more

Than to be loved as she loves

This he could never deny

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Promises

Promises,

Freely given,

With best of Intentions.

.

Things change,

Promises broken,

Never to happen.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~