Last rays of day fade
Ushering in moon and stars
As the nights backdrop
Children long for beds comfort
Warm milk and the sweetest dreams
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
The Ocean Deep
O’ what wonders lay beneath these tepid seas;
Of crystalline blue feathered with aquamarine.
Taunting a resplendent imagination,
With tales of Ishmael and the whale.
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Blinding stares into reflected sun hold no clue,
As the ships bow carves through diamond seas.
Cephalopods appear in trance wielding their terminal octet,
Surely Verne pondered like thoughts in his day.
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What fear instills man as he peers into the abyss;
Seemingly bottomless in it’s obsidian depths.
Trembling in rampant rhythm with the ships sway,
O’ the woes that lay at the foot of Davy Jones locker.
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Tropical breezes nor Gulf Stream offer even seminal relief,
As dizzying trepidation mixes with the sting of salty spray.
Ah! Land ho would be a welcome idiom,
For desolate seas hold little respite for the sickened soul.
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What fires are stoked by the likes of Melville and Verne,
With monsters of the deep once deemed mirage.
O’ the tortuous tales we conceive and do weave,
Threaded with the most sparse of truths.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Determined Love
Kindred spirit
This love was born of the stars
Others would not hear of it
This destiny was ours
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Our two souls conjoined
By Heaven’s sacred bond
Through vows to be coined
In this world and beyond
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My treasured love
In sickness and in health
You’ve stood beside and above
Though my life eluded wealth
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Surely this love must be true
Were it not you wouldn’t have stayed
Illness put a stain, the cause we never knew
My trust you never betrayed
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Love does not abide
In passions fair weather alone
Nor does it strive to hide
From life’s pain and strife when shown
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Our love, my love
Is etched in stone to last the ages
Through all the push and shove
We’ve show the fallibility of sages
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Divergence
I do not forsake my opinions
Nor do I feel need to come to their defense
I will not erect ramparts to protect them
I will take your barbs
Take the sting of your venom
Take the cuts and bruises
From your razor-sharp sarcasm
This I do with a smile
Biting my tongue
For fear of regrettable retort
Absorbing in silence
Your contrary views
Out of respect for you
Out of a right to form your thesis
As I would expect be offered me
Shocked and dismayed
It was not
This I will shoulder with grace
Never to diminish my love for you
Regardless of our divergence
These are merely words
At times fiery and inflammatory
Still…only words
That will never divide
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
I though I would share this poem. Not only is it a beautiful poem, but I love the way it reads.
“She walks in beauty,”
so said the poet-Lord.
Yet, beauty thus beheld
is painted by external eyes,
and with those lashes,
hopes and lies.
“She walks in truth,”
replied philosophy.
Ideals of truth oft lead
to broken paths of pain
and loneliness.
She is guaranteed to stumble
on the blocks of reality.
“She walks in fear,”
so said the villainous.
Fear in pain and darkness call,
following sorrowing to evil’s fall.
“I walk in love,” said she.
“Love guides most truthfully
past fears that would beset
life’s stroll through joyousness.
And if the love I share should fumble,
I throw that love to others double.
My love will cast
the perfect beauty
to a pavement queen
of homeliness.”
“Fear my love,
it is my truth
and beauty.”
No Longer A Child – A Tanka
You talk down to me
Treating me as a child
But you’re mistaken
Sprouting many years ago
I have long been in full bloom
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Are You Really?
Often said,
Seldom meant.
A hair trigger response,
Blanketing indiscretions small and large,
Nearly meaningless,
Just another five letter word,
‘Til trapped in your web of lies.
Only then is it given weight,
Not because you mean it,
But because you’ve been caught!
…Sorry.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Battle Scarred – A Tanka
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Names long forgotten
Came screaming back to haunt me
As if yesterday
Friends lost on the battlefield
Turn dreams to guilty nightmares
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Veiled Moon – A Haiku
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Veiled moon shines brightly
Behind a virgin snowfall
Painting the landscape
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Curiosity, Friend or Foe
At times a troublemaker,
Like the kid up the street,
Always wanting to pick a fight.
Not for any reason really…
Just curious.
Curiosity–
Is it friend or foe?
Yes!
On both counts. Yes!
What discoveries might have been lost?
What cures for disease,
Missions to the moon,
Lost civilizations,
Were it not for man’s insatiable appetite?
But at times our hunger kills the cat.
With chemical warfare,
Nuclear bombs,
And crime.
All because,
We were just…
Curious.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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