Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
My heart cries for you
Helplessly twisted in knots
But what can I do
Comfort is all I can give
While you are curled in grief
Wiping tears away
Embracing you as lover
And as dearest friend
You are my reason to live
My love and my everything
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
These flag draped coffins
Returning from distant wars
We must not forget
Whether cause be right or wrong
They’re our brothers and sisters
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This poem at The Danforth Anchor is absolutely terrific. I thought I would share it with all of you. Enjoy!
A woman’s body
was built to bring forth life. . .
but it may not always be
of the usual type. . .
she’s also shaped
to allow for
nurture
and raise some ones
to build a future. . .
but this isn’t always
just the issue
of womb-filled hips
or milk duct tissue. . .
the love radiating
from her heart,
then maybe
through her head. . .
her silver tongue
or golden pen
or sweetly singing lungs
or shoulders strong
that can carry many burdens
to let others
move more swift along. . .
No one can say–
not even she,
before it’s done–
how all of this will written be–
her whole life-that-brought-forth-life
story.
Glean what truth you can
From this haggard earthly soul
Worn by life’s torment
For mortal time is finite
By natures perfect design
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Opportunity
Who are the fortunate ones
Who will be left out
No question more pertinent
In this most troubled of times
Was this the promise
Is this all we should expect
For all the effort
To be let down by country
When it’s help is needed most
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I bask in sunlight
Seeing hope where others fail
Timeless optimist
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~~ Dominic R DiFrancesco ~~
Foster only truth
As you travel this lifetime
Like the gift of love
It is free for the giving
To those who venture the search
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Walking away,
Withdrawing into my conscience as my conscience dictates.
~
This water-cooler talk, here say, utter nonsense,
Tearing down the fabric that binds us;
Serving agendas of personal gain or revenge
Humiliation or mistrust.
What purpose does this serve?
Certainly none to better our kind.
~
I neither want nor take any part in these juvenile games,
As I have been victim myself on more than one occasion.
Few can pronounce they have not I propose.
~
Harken back to the embarrassment, the anger, the trauma;
Was this pleasurable—most surely it wasn’t.
What pleasure can be derived by such caterwauling?
None I submit, but momentary satisfaction
followed by regret and sorrow if your heart yet beats.
~
Would not your energies better serve kindness and generosity
than the degradation of our comrades?
~
Would it not be better to think before we speak?
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shadows loom larger
As an unsteady peace wanes.
One side posturing,
Flexing behind high fences,
Extorting the world with fear.
Brothers and sisters,
Born of the same lineage
Cry from the sidelines
Over a 60 year old feud,
Asking…Will it ever end?
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
