Can you hear the cries
Echoing out in the night
Hunger their captor
Resigned to a third world
Right hear in our own backyard
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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When writing of you
Perplexed am I to the form.
No mold can contain you.
So much of life is a Parody,
Laughing at your ingrained silliness,
The mischievousness of your smile,
Twinkling eyes with a smoldering fire.
Haiku’s genteel nature is far too small,
Sister Tanka tries to express,
But her attention is much too short.
Perhaps an Ode would suffice
For flattery is your just due,
Ensued by inevitable embarrassment.
I could venture to sum your essence
Through the singularity of an Acrostic
Though this would scarcely scratch the surface.
Perhaps Triolet would be more fitting,
For none too often can I express the depth of my love;
Repetition surely would serve as reminder.
Even with all these
None can capture your unrestrained spirit,
The flow of you through space and time.
I will not try to confine you, that would be unfair.
Instead I will let you spread your wings
Writing your own verse
In the form of…
Free.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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More than life itself
‘Tis you I love most deeply
That I would give all
My heart and my soul are yours
In this world and beyond
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Embers waft skyward
Like a million tiny suns.
Free to travel ,
Going where the wind takes them,
Caring not where they land
Nor what the future holds.
Their time is now,
Today is all there is
As spark turns to ash.
.
Wolf, drinks and hunts
Taking only what he needs.
Caring for the survival of the pack;
Not one bit more does he consume.
Living for today,
Feeding their future,
As it has always been,
As it will always be,
Until flesh turns to bone.
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Man the hoarder,
Eats and drinks to excess.
Gorging himself,
Engaged to the point of gluttony,
Feasting on food and goods
As if life were an eternity.
Living for today,
Collecting for tomorrow,
Denying his mortal end.
.
Simple ember,
Lowly wolf,
Live by their design
Within the boundary of nature.
Man exploits all that he’s been given,
Accepting what he needs
Then grabbing what he wants,
Leaving nothing
For the ember and the wolf.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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His calloused hands, soft
Caressing her loving cheek
She– his pot of gold
Greeting his broken body
With an understanding smile
~
His reason to live
Waits for him at long days end
Asking nothing more
Than to be loved as she loves
This he could never deny
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Promises,
Freely given,
With best of Intentions.
.
Things change,
Promises broken,
Never to happen.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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I stand up then fall
Like a toddler past his prime
Every step my first
I suppose life works this way
Until the day of our death
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Pride
A sin
So deadly
Corrupting heart
And corrupting soul
Showing ones arrogance
The father of all others
Giving birth to six progeny
In spite of being self-absorbed
Plaguing this world for eternity
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Sumatran wafts through silent home
Gently caressing the olfactory.
Warm rays of gold wash across rested faces,
Coaxing them to greet the day.
Is this the making of perfection,
What Heaven on earth must be like?
~
Morning stings the unaccustomed eyes;
Only temporary as adrenaline trickles
Leading us back to life.
So miraculous, so mundane,
Routine in its simplicity, this art of waking,
Rising from slumber.
~
Taking in the new day
Like breath Into lungs, body, soul,
Thankful for all that I have,
All that I will give.
With cup…steaming…
I am ready to meet the day.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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This song in my heart
Each stanza sung just for you
A passionate tune
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
