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  • War (Nested Landays)

    September 7, 2013

    Each stanza within this poem is an individual landays which I nested with other individual landays to make a longer poem focusing on a single topic.

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    I am drawn to your crystal clear eyes

    For its there I find truth, peace and love in abundance

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    Were it not for you I would perish

    Swallowed up by the worlds lack of humanity

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    Your tender touch is a reminder

    That goodness surely does exist in spite of our faults

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    My hope is for better days ahead

    Where man finally faces the error of his ways

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    Would not a lasting peace serve us all

    Ending our torrential thirst for never ending war

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    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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    Authors Note: A landays is form of folk poetry from Afghanistan. Meant to be recited or sung aloud, and frequently anonymous, the form is a couplet comprised of 22 syllables. The first line has 9 syllables and the second line 13 syllables. Landays end on “ma” or “na” sounds and treat themes such as love, grief, homeland, war, and separation. See Eliza Griswold’s extensive reporting on the form in the June 2013 issue of Poetry, in which she explains how the form was created by and for the more than 20 million Pashtun women who span the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan.

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    The ending on “ma” or “na” sounds applies to the Pashtun language and was disregarded in English.  Each stanza within this poem is an individual landays which I nested with other individual landays to make a longer poem focusing on a single topic.

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  • Another Dawn

    September 7, 2013

    Another dawn,

    Sun breaching the adjacent apartment building.

    This window open to the vibrant street below.

    Oh, were I strong enough to step out,

    To join the masses in the frivolity of the day,

    But lo!  I am not so bold.

    Day after day, Mitty-like I sit,

    Alone with my thoughts

    Dreaming of what could be,

    What could have been,

    The chivalrous me,

    Rescuing damsels in distress,

    Storming the castle,

    Slaying the dragon,

    Saving the day,

    Or simply stepping foot on the sidewalk below,

    Is that too much to ask?

    I don’t know,

    But one can dream can’t they?

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    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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    Word: Mitty –  Meaning: noun: An ordinary, timid person who indulges in daydreams involving great adventures and triumphs.

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    Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend Poetry Prompt – 7-8 September 2013

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  • Bougainvillea

    September 7, 2013
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    Beautiful, succulent and fragrant

    Petals of hot pink

    Hiding angers scorn

    Not so unlike a woman wronged

    Fighting back with female wiles

    Resisting with all her might

    Bondage of natures torture

    Scarred and gnarled by fires storm

    Starved and thirsted she lingers on

    Reaching, reaching ever higher

    Limbs reaching for heavens gate

    ‘Til chopped low to arid ground

    Faking death only to rise from the ashes

    Returning to her noble stance

    Blooming in summer solstice

    Bathed in perfumed flowers sweet

    Leaves of green hide thorns to bleed

    Arms reaching ever skyward

    Praying for peace amongst hellish fury

    Born to a life most undeserving

    Troubled mistress Bougainvillea

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • History (An Acrostic)

    September 6, 2013

    How is it that mankind never learns

    Images of the past are destined to repeat themselves

    Since the beginning of time this has been true

    The great, seemingly invincible, eventually fall

    Obsessed with their own self-importance

    Rarely realize they are collapsing under their own weight

    Yielding the inevitable return to the dust from which they were created

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    ~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

    Phrase: Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history – Abraham Lincoln

     Jem Farmer – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 06 September 2013

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  • Gentle Hands Caress – A Tanka

    September 6, 2013

    Gentle hands caress

    Sign of passion without words

    The warmest silence

    Sharing a love unspoken

    With my predestined soul-mate

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    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Will We Never Learn

    September 6, 2013

    My face,

    A dark reflection rippling in the deep, black of the water.

    My soul,

    Tainted by the depth of corruption this our world.

    My heart,

    Cold and pained from the lack of humanity and love.

    My mind,

    Tormented by the illogic that man inflicts on man.

    My body,

    Ravaged and aged beyond its years from stress and pain.

    My faith,

    Broken by the intolerance and hatred shown toward our fellow man.

    My life,

    Stunted by feelings of helplessness.

    My wish,

    That all these agonies can be healed

    Then, like a cold stone wall, reality hits me,

    Breaking my spirit and my will.

    As I watch the demons of history

    Resurrected time and time again.

    Will we never learn?

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Drop Of Water – A Haiku

    September 6, 2013

    A drop of water

    Ripples emanate outward

    Vastness of my love

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    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • The Answer

    September 5, 2013

    The answer…easy!

    Truth in a four letter word,

    That’s what love is.

    Dissolving hate and conflict

    Were it not for our innate flaws.

    There never was any other key

    To pick our lock of despotism.

    We held it all along,

    But are either too afraid

    Or too self-absorbed to us it.

    This is the root of our evil,

    Leading to our ultimate demise

    Unless we insert key in lock

    And turn it to the right.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • I Pray For Restraint

    September 4, 2013

    I pray for restraint.

    I pray that pride will not turn us blind,

    This can only result in death.

    Drawing all sides to the brink

    On what road will there be peace?

    .

    Yes, perhaps lines have been crossed,

    But lines can be distorted by wind,

    Blurred by anger, smothered with oil,

    Causing harried decisions…

    This is the time for wisdom not greed.

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    Let not egotism ignite Armageddon,

    The stakes are far too great.

    Have we learned nothing from our past,

    Nothing from our present,

    Nothing from the farewells to our sons and daughters?

    .

    Tell us almighty, what is victory!

    Show us what victory looks like,

    We have not seen one in so long!

    You ask again for our trust

    Yet your truths ring as hollow as ever.

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    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Blood Pools – A Tanka

    September 3, 2013

    Blood pools on doorstep

    Watered down by mothers tears

    Limited air strikes

    In the end it matters not

    A child’s death is permanent

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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