Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Sky of mandarin
Welcome sight after darkness
~ The moon waves goodbye
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In mornings quiet
Nighttime chill bows to the sun
~ Dawn of a new day
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The charm and the grace of this medieval town,
This village on the hill from fairy tales I’ve found.
My imagination consumes me actively running wild,
I make-believe this is my world, dreaming like a child.
A coffee in the square at a quaint little cafe’,
Shopping and bartering, children at school and play.
The smell of bread baking from the house on the right,
The sound of babies crying as they go to sleep at night.
The hustle and bustle of commuters heading home,
Reuniting with loved ones who’ve spent all day alone.
A kiss on the cheek and a warm and loving embrace,
They sit down to dinner in their pleasant usual place.
Perhaps a night in or an evening on the town,
Spreading out a blanket over the cool and grassy ground.
Staring at the stars in the moonlit summer sky,
The young fall in love as shooting stars go by.
These things that I see in this village on the hill,
Are just my imagination, my mind with pleasure fill.
It sounds so charming, this town from time of old,
With beauty much more precious than diamonds or of gold.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt by Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 13 January
Simply being kind
So incredibly easy
Yet hard for so many
Its easier to be cruel
Than to see good in others
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Little thought do we give at time of conception,
Isolated in our cocoon of lust and love.
Feeling as one, our sensual obsession,
Embraced in our skins like hand in a glove.
Another’s life we send on its wondrous journey,
No consideration given to responsibility taken.
Despite their affect on our futures, so blurry,
Doned in false wisdom we vow to ne’er be shaken.
Even in this arrogance the question must arise,
After time to ponder has settled our voice.
The seriousness of our action lay right before our eyes,
Having created something of beauty with or without choice.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Looking to others
Many go seeking their joy
Never finding it
Because it was never lost
It was in them all along
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I grow weary of this eternal fight,
Shackled to the rack of banker and coin.
Neither watch out for societies rights,
Instead every turn–a kick to the groin.
Warned of their evil for centuries past,
We heeded their warning ’til memories fade.
Enslave us they must, right on down to the last,
By our sweat and blood until death we have paid.
It stops not here for the cycle goes on,
Our children continue to pay on our debts.
We and our progeny are nothing but pawns,
On whose lives without conscience they’ve all placed their bets.
The greed of our system we claim best in the world,
Quite possibly it would be if the bankers we had hurled.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reborn every day
My latest chance to right wrongs
~ A superhero
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
