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    December 24, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    What passes for art, for art’s sake

    Be it brush or pen or pottery, the medium, no difference does it make

    Neither beauty nor disgust for the creation dissuade

    From the quest to enrich, enlighten and persuade

    Its been said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

    This truth I envelop even more as I’ve grown older

    What is crude or refined who’s to say what’s in taste

    Rash judgements have been made at first glance and in haste

    Powerful words and the mastery of the artists broad stroke

    Portend to convey what the mind’s eye can invoke

    Whether abstract or classical, our views may be divergent

    Feelings resurrected and emotions rise most urgent

    Thought provocation is the design of the muse

    Masterfully manipulating all the senses that we use

    To see and to hear things in a different light

    Molded in a way that we hadn’t thought right

    For better or for worse this is the artists intent

    To affect you deep down though its this you strive to prevent

    Whether its the beauty of a flower or sensations of unbridled love

    What we hope to instill are the images and feelings gifted from above

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  • Christmas Past

    December 20, 2012

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    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    Tree lined streets draped in white lights

    Shine like so many stars in the heavens

    Shop windows with edges frosted

    Frame the season in all it’s glory

    ~~

    Boys, with their noses pressed to the glass

    Breath leaving an innocent fog obscuring their vision

    Electric trains guarded by toy soldiers

    Smiling wide eyed observers left speechless with anticipation

    ~~

    Little girls drawn to sparkling blue eyes of dolls that cry Mama

    Bathing them in hugs and kisses

    Joy of the holiday blushing their cheeks

    The sweet innocence of the child

    ~~

    Santa Clause greets his loyal believers with a knowing grin

    Rosy red cheeks and a beard of snow his calling card

    Ho Ho Ho echos above the noise of the crowd

    Signaling the approach of Christmas day.

    ~~

    Sidewalks filled with holiday shoppers

    The joyous sound of carolers fills the frosty air

    Good cheer is the calling of the day

    Were it only that these feelings would last throughout the year

    ~~

    Reminiscing on past Christmas’ brings such happiness

    With simpler times came fewer expectations

    The latest toy or game was less important

    Instead family, friends and the true meaning of Christmas became the greatest gifts of all

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  • Cherish the Time

    December 15, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    Treasure the time had with those you have lost

    For we can never know when it will end

    Will we be here tomorrow

    Will we see the sunrise

    Will we see the sunset

    Only God in Heaven knows our fate

    Draw close, those you hold so dear

    Hug them and kiss them and tell them that you love them

    For regrets are most damaging to the soul

    The past is in the past

    Time gone, is gone never to return

    Let good memories be of comfort to you

    We pray that sadness will not be your constant companion

    Live on for them

    Thrive for them

    Keep their spirit alive through you

    Know that they are with you, watching over you

    Smiling upon you in everything that you do

    Take solace in knowing that they love you

    For one day your spirits will reunite in the heavens

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  • A Senseless Loss (Sandy Hook Elementary School Tragedy)

    December 14, 2012

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    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    To rationalize this cycle of unfettered hate

    Would only lend credence to the insane

    The innocence of children left to a horrible fate

    Snuffed out by a killer’s reasons arcane

    ~~

    We weep for them, for what we have lost

    A future taken in an instant never to grow up

    Never to have know them, an insurmountable cost

    Terrible and tragic their loss we never can make up

    ~~

    We light our candles and say a prayer

    Hoping their Maker greets them with open arms

    For all we can do is stand united and show them that we care

    While trying to figure out how to protect others from Satan’s harm

    ~~

    Who could have known or perhaps have foretold

    What tragedy would await these children so pure

    Our own  we’ll pull close and tightly hold

    To be confident they safe I am sure

    ~~

    Thou shalt not kill a commandment most true

    May this murderer burn in eternal hell

    For you’ve taken from us so much more than you knew

    In a moment of silence we toll the bell

    ~~

    We stand with the mothers and fathers who weep

    Tears that cannot bring their babies home

    Never again to lay them down to sleep

    Their hearts laid bare, broken and alone

    ~~

    What more can I do but say sorry and grieve

    For a loss no one can ever justify

    I drop to my knees and beg their souls to take leave

    And with mourning and sadness say goodbye

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  • The Love of Fear

    December 14, 2012
    Credit - denverlibrary.org
    Credit – denverlibrary.org

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    Fading light settles in

    A prelude to the eerie silence of night

    Shadows cast their nets over daylights reign

    Capturing the throne under cover of darkness

    What games are in play

    When evil lurks in the minds eye

    Clear as sight, solid and treacherous

    We fear that which we can imagine

    Imagination resurrects the childhood stories and legends told

    By Shelly and Stoker and the Brothers Grimm

    Feeding the monsters and demons they preach

    What odd fellows we are

    Envisioning the worst in man and nature

    Vividly foretold in ancient myth

    In recesses deep and subconscious

    We live to love what terrorizes the soul

    Extracting joy from what scares us most

    A strange conundrum of human nature is this

    Void of logic and common sense

    That what frightens us should serve to entertainment us

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  • Inner Peace

    December 13, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    The dust settles like a blanket on the troubles of the day

    As evening sets, stress and worry dissolve into nothingness

    Prodding a smile to softens the creases in my face

    ~~~

    With eyes closed I can see a new me, reborn in spirit

    Negativity gives way to bliss as I fill myself with abundant joy

    Are not love and happiness the keys to a full life

    ~~~

    What love can be given from a saddened heart

    It would be insincere or at the least passive

    Not what one needing to be cherished deserves

    ~~~

    Sharing happiness is inconceivable out of misery

    While living in distress, jubilance lies repressed corrupting the essence

    This most surely is undeniable

    ~~~

    As heart and mind refocus on what’s good in this world

    I find myself in soulful contemplation of who I am

    Questioning who I’m supposed to be

    ~~~

    Through enlightenment I have come to love myself

    Not selfishly, but sufficiently to project onto others

    Filling me with joy and a sense of inner peace making me a better man

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  • Jeweled Desert

    December 11, 2012
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    Credit – gorp.com

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    ~~~~~

    The late fall sky

    Bathed in tangerine and magenta

    Fragrance of Palo Verde and Cottonwood fills the air

    Serenity cloaks the towering granite peaks

    Wrapping them in shades of purple and gold

    Exalting their millennial majesty

    The coyote’s bay

    Floating effortlessly through the canyons

    They share their lonesome longing song

    Adorned as if otherworldly

    Cacti and the gnarled Joshua tree dot the desolate Sonoran desert

    Prickly and unpretentious in their beauty

    The landscape ruled by snake and scorpion

    Rattle of the tail and venomous sting, relics of the deadly precipice

    The destiny awaiting the oblivious visitor

    Rain devoid xeriscape

    Designed by the marvelous hand of nature

    Wondrous in it’s simplicity and complexity

    Man could not have created such a miraculous wonder

    For our nature is to destroy

    Still the creator left flawed beings as the keepers

    To cherish and protect his prized ecru jewel.

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  • A Question of Eternity

    December 6, 2012
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    Credit – window2universe.org

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    Who am I

    Did not my spirit exist be for me

    Perhaps not in this form,

    Though most surely it did exist.

    ~~

    The things I am are not new to me

    My essence existed at the beginning

    Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it

    So who was I before.

    ~~

    Maybe a river running through Africa

    A blue whale navigating the seas

    Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high

    Could not part of me have existed in all of these.

    ~~

    In this I find comfort

    The body being merely a vessel

    Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth

    To be gladly returned upon passing.

    ~~

    The energy that is me remains

    Free of this vessel

    Free to become whatever the universe deems fit

    Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.

    ~~

    There is peace in thoughts of this

    Knowing I have always been and will always be

    Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion

    Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.

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  • The Gift

    December 5, 2012
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    credit – fanpop.com

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    In this most festive time of year,

    Let us not forget amongst our Christmas cheer,

    In whom the honor of this day be blessed,

    Exalted on High above all the rest.

    ~~

    Every year at this time we tend to get lost,

    Spending more than we have at almost any cost,

    For fear we’ll disappoint the ones that we love,

    Most surely we wouldn’t, petty things they’re above.

    ~~

    This is not why the Lord brought his Son to this earth,

    He is the gift in Christmas that was given at birth,

    Nothing in this world to Him could compare,

    With the sacrifice of Christ that God wholly did share.

    ~~

    Our boxes and bows are mere trinkets to Him,

    Valueless in comparison might I go out on a limb,

    Tinsel and garland are beautiful it is true,

    Lights of white, yellow, red, green orange and blue.

    ~~

    These are not what Christmas time is about,

    Not the trees, decorations, or the gifts that you tout,

    Its about love and charity done all the year through,

    Kindness shown unto others in all that we do.

    ~~

    Its being thankful for Christ as we live out His word,

    For benevolence though silent can still be powerfully heard,

    This may be the greatest gift that as mortals we can give,

    A gift we may freely offer for as long as we live.

    ~~

    So enjoy your Christmas trees and your twinkling lights,

    Just remember our Lord and His Bethlehem night,

    For His gift that He gave so many years ago,

    Is the only one we need through joyful song we do show.

    ~~

    Draw nearer to you all your family and friends,

    Shouting praises and prayer up to heaven you send,

    We celebrate your birth baby Jesus whom we hold oh so dear,

    May we embody the Christmas spirit all through the year.

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  • Secrets Better Left Spoken

    December 3, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

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    Secrets clutched tightly to our breast

    Scared to show vulnerability

    Hiding those things which make us cry, make us bleed

    From a world we don’t think could understand.

    ~~

    Are we untrue to ourselves

    The lies we hide deep within our hearts

    Beat rhythmically to escape the fleshy prison

    Only to be pushed back into the darkest recesses of our souls.

    ~~

    No one is immune

    Deceitful is he who denies his susceptibility

    Who has breathed that has not hidden his weakness

    Protection from our humanity.

    ~~

    Our society prides strength

    Scoffing at compassion and emotion as if a sign of frailty

    This is absurd, yet it resonates loudly among us

    So we shelter that which makes us mortal.

    ~~

    Maleness dictates the subjugation of feelings

    One cannot be strong and show emotion

    So we masquerade them in anger and violence

    Unleashing rage through pestilence and war.

    ~~

    Our progeny suffers

    Families torn asunder in fits of acrimony

    Childhoods left in tatters by pent up defiance

    Fallen to the tragedy of shame.

    ~~

    Depression festers, virulent and deadly

    A secret best left unmentioned in polite circles

    An illness of the mind cannot be real

    You are a man, you must act like one.

    ~~

    The imposition of this philosophy is for fools

    Harmful and destructive to the mind, body and soul

    Anxiety, depression, suicide the unwelcome victor

    Do these secrets make you proud.

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    credit – carroll.edu

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