Daybreak–breath rising
Frost, icy cold to the touch
Fall is in the air
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Heart And Mind Collide (Tanka)
Heart and mind collide
The mind questions intentions
The heart loves blindly
Seldom does logic surmount
Leaving love victorious
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Brothel Of Sorts (A Dirty Little Poem)
A brothel of sorts–
This cesspool of words
Each a whore waiting for its next trick.
Johns–
Sentences,
Paragraphs,
Stories,
Poems,
Cheap and dirty,
Looking for a little love and affection.
Through the two-way mirror
Voyeurs read the filthy act;
Drooling over each thrust of the pen,
Until the climax
When the page collapses
In its ink soaked ecstasy,
Ah…such a sweet release.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How Fragile The Body Is
How fragile the body is,
Abused in youth…
Cigarettes, whiskey and lust.
No worries,
It will last forever…
Agile and strong.
Foolish we are in our early years
Believing we are invincible.
Then suddenly we awaken,
Backs ache,
Knees crack,
Eyesight weakens;
Who is this elder in the mirror?
Perhaps the best we can do is to live well,
Saving a piece of this body for old age.
The day the first pains arrive
Is the day we finally realize
…We aren’t immortal.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is Pain A Trial
Is pain a trial
Testing the mortal resolve
Of mind and body
This vessel is of the world
While we’re beings of spirit
We must rise above
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Am Daily Blessed
I am daily blessed
Wanting nothing more of life
Than that which I have
My wife and children comfort
These are all I need
Perhaps I’m simple
Unmotivated to some
But I am happy
One day I will pass smiling
While they wallow in regret
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Innocence Murdered (Tanka)
Innocence murdered
Answer…get another gun
Thinking it deters
There is no logic to this
It’s a Mexican standoff
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Claim Our Culture (Tanka)
We claim our culture
The cause of bad behavior
This is no excuse
Still we refuse to let go
Because it’s how it’s always been
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It Is Ironic
It is ironic
Considered a democracy–
Republic really
We treasure our vote
Though in many ways a farce
Given candidates
By parties that are corrupt
These are our choices
Pick from the best of the worst
Either way they always win
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mountains Majesty (Tanka)
Mountains majesty
Purple in the setting sun
A glorious sight
Like the work of a master
Touched by the steadiest hand
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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