I thought you all might be interested in this poetry anthology featuring 19 great WordPress poets, some of whom you may know and others you don’t. In fairness, I am honored to be included amongst the 19. Emily Sturgill did a wonderful job in coming up with the idea, coordinating the group of poets and publishing this book. Why not check it out.
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Erasure (Acrostic)
Erased–blood stains and voices
Roadway washed clean by rain
Anger and outrage quelled
Silenced by media’s waning interest
Under the ground in which he’s buried roots still grow
Racism–spreading like crabgrass
Eviscerating the people of justice.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Theater Of Life
Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.
Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.
Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.
Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.
Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.
Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.
Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: This was the very first poem that I posted on WordPress back on June 30, 2012. I haven’t read this poem in a very long time and fortunately I still like it. I thought it might be nice to sprinkle a few pieces into the mix that many of you may not have seen. I hope that you like them. Thank you all for the long time support that you have shown me, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.
Wouldst Thou Love Me Were I A Peasant (Sonnet)
Wouldst thou love me were I a peasant,
Owning little but what hangs upon my back.
I thinkest thou would not find this so pleasant,
Discarding me for all of this world that I lack.
Wouldst thou speaketh to me were I a leper,
Or ignore me whilst turning a blind eye.
I thinkest thou would prefer me fettered,
In shackles where none could see me cry.
Wouldst thou hold me if I were a poor wretch dying,
Alone and filthy on thy city thoroughfare.
I thinkest thou would leaveth me bloody and lying,
‘Til the ravens come to taketh their share.
Is compassion so hard for thee to perceive, casting feeling aside with nary a care.
Giveth from the heart and thou shalt conceive, a life full of blessing worthy to share.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It Comes Not In A Jar
It comes not in a jar,
Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.
There is no recipe,
No cookbook, no formula to concoct.
There is no raffle,
No lottery, no auction to crave.
It’s no magic potion,
No spell, no wand you can wave.
Very often there’s pain
It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.
Frequently it’s blind,
It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.
But more often than not it results in true bliss,
It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do Spirits Exist (Tanka)
Do spirits exist
Walking the earth after dark
Or are we alone
It can’t be coincidence
That things go bump in the night
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hidden Amongst Ash
Hidden amongst ash
Bones and memories still thrive;
Haunting the living,
Choosing not to let them go
They are invited to stay.
We welcome them in
Sharing with them–our futures,
Our hopes and our dreams,
Only to be left in chains
Imprisoned by our dark past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky Clears, Brilliant Blue (Haiku)
Sky clears, brilliant blue
No more violent storms loom
It’s raining sunshine
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Travel Forth In Life (Tanka)
Travel forth in life
Entranced with this wondrous world
Indeed it’s awe filled
If only you live eyes open
To the beauty around you
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Long For Silent Sleep
I long for silent sleep
Where dreams take holiday
And nightmares cower in their tombs.
Oh how I have prayed for the abolition of my demons
Banishing them back to Hell,
But I am weak and afraid.
They claw at me in my waking hours
And draw blood in my slumber.
I am but a frightened child
Bowing to their every whim.
To fight them can only encourage pain,
A pain suffered more than once o’er’ these many years.
So I deny the monsters that haunt me;
Pretending that all is well
While I await their next onslaught.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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