Always with a drink
Not to sustain the body
But to numb the soul
Cowardice in a bottle
Shows weakness of character
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Liquid adrenaline
Black and hot
Steaming like a freight train
Running the gauntlet thrown before it
Breaking through
At once there is clarity
Dawn’s fog is lifted revealing the beauty of day
Sights, the smell opens like an obsidian rose
Delightful and powerful
Bold and aromatic
Temporary, yet easily repeatable
In bountiful varieties
Mine–deep, dark and strong
Undiluted by flavors
Coffee–crack in my cup
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Jem Farmer – The Boipoet -Tuesday Thinking Prompt – 24 September 2013
Prompt Word: Coffee
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WDBWP Monday Poetry Prompt #22: What Would You Say to You?
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I
Don’t you ever learn
You spent our childhood always trying to please others
But where did that get you
What about pleasing us
What about it
II
Our teen years weren’t much different
Still trying to please the same people
Ignoring what we wanted
You acted like some kind of martyr
I don’t remember anyone asking for it
III
We had things we wanted to do
Sports, career, dreams that should have been a reality
And what did we do
We didn’t follow through
We ignored our own desires
IV
Whose fault was this
It was nobodies but ours
To blame anyone else would be a lie
We didn’t stand up for what we wanted
So shut up and deal with it
V
Its nice though that we finally wised up
At least a little…maybe
We didn’t turn out half bad
We got smart and realized we missed her
And did something about it before she got away for good
VI
She’s put up with us now for over 24 years
And hasn’t killed us yet
Although we probably deserved it
A long time ago
We can be high maintenance you know
VII
And our children
What can we say
Thank God, the stars, dumb luck that they are great kids
The greatest treasure we could have asked for
A blessing if there ever was one
VIII
I’m thankful that they didn’t turn out like us
Well–At least not entirely
They did get some of their mother’s traits
Mostly the good ones…quiet she might be listening
Really, they don’t know how lucky they are
IX
After all is said-and-done
We should be happy with how things turned out
Family is what is important
In spite of us we are doing pretty darn well in that area
A loving wife, wonderful children and a comfortable life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Cracks in this decrepit sidewalk,
Jagged…from narrow to wide to narrow again,
Desolate except for the weeds that call them home.
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I tread carefully, almost gingerly,
To avoid bridging the divide,
To avoid crushing the resilient squatters.
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Fragile are their tender shoots,
Breaking at the slightest tug,
Recoiling back into the safety of the crevasse.
Wounded they wait for confidence to return,
Only then rearing their heads above the horizon,
This act plays out continuously until the final stand.
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The final stand when ripped out by the root,
Poisoned ‘til they shrivel up and die,
Or trampled to oblivion.
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Stunted and savaged,
We will never know for sure
Whether they be weeds
…Or perhaps the most beautiful of wildflowers.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Sleep evades I toss and turn
Begging for good nights rest
This is all for which I yearn
Searching for slumber in jest
Plague as a Vampire to obambulate
Passing hour after hour on end
Striving on my sanity confiscate
Of this my foe will not bend
Try as I might absolute I am sure
My struggle most nights will go on
An insomniacs fate for eternity endure
Lasting until I am gone
Maybe its time for Ambien’s magic
To sleep before body and mind go tragic
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Word: Obambulate
Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend – 21-22 September 2013 Poetry Prompt
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Does the Summer cry
Mourning for it’s own demise
As its spirit falls
Buried under Autumn’s reign
It awaits solstice rebirth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Cool air on warm skin
The visceral mood of fall
Summer has been slain
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
