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  • Offer of Love

    September 22, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Can you hear my beating heart?
    An echo in nights quiet,
    A subliminal sound that you can’t ignore.

    Can you feel my gentle caress?
    Tender on your skin,
    A chill up your spine that beckons you on.

    Can you taste my loving kiss?
    Soft and sweet on your longing lips,
    A confection born out of passions throes.

    Can you sense my warm embrace?
    Enveloping your soul in romances glow,
    A fire that burns white hot in an intimate affair.

    All that I am I give to you,
    A heart that beats for you,
    A touch that longs for you,
    A kiss thats deep for you,
    An embrace that waits for you,
    These are my gifts to you my love,
    Now and forever.

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  • 47th and Madison

    September 21, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Wind blows icy and sharp,

    Sidewalks caked in gum and grime,

    Could pass for Art Deco,

    If not for their hearts of stone.

    A biting chill rising,

    Stinging the prone soul,

    The corner she calls home,

    Talking and motioning to her alter-ego.

    Wrapped in a windbreaker of plastic,

    Once for someones rubbish,

    Black and torn,

    This, her life fortune.

    Passers-by avoid her gaze,

    The unseen don’t exist in their convenient world ,

    While scorn cast its ugly breath upon her,

    Disguised as laughter and whispers.

    She’s gone now,

    Passed away, put away, moved on,

    Her home, white washed and sterile,

    Did you even know who she was, did she ever exist?

    She could have been your mother,

    Possibly a sister or a family friend,

    Someone you could have loved,

    She could have even been you.

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  • A Grand Journey

    September 21, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    A quite stream,

    Meandering its way over sand and stone,

    Shows no beginning,

    Leaves no end.

    Slowly changing its destiny,

    Evolving over eons into something much grander,

    Languid yet constant,

    Magnificent in its determination.

    Housed under an awning of green,

    Running a marathon clear and cool,

    While aiding stowaways on their epic journey,

    Its own destination is uncertain.

    It is life giving and life taking,

    Giving vitality to both predator and prey,

    Survival of the fittest,

    Its beauty begets complacency.

    Soothing sounds,

    Bubbling and lapping as it follows its path ,

    Serene and solemn,

    Behold!…Natures finest hour.

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  • Insecurity

    September 19, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    If only you could hear my thoughts

    The aspirations I have for you

    The love I feel for you

    Would you be surprised

    I have always been an idealist

    For myself and those I cherish

    Only yearning for the best for you

    Taking pride in your little accomplishments

    Offering up praise when you interrogate yourself

    Anxiety and self-doubt were carefully sheltered from view

    Constantly scratching and clawing,

    Tearing up your insides in an attempt to escape

    You kept them so well hidden

    Your inner child cried for approval

    I could not help but answer

    I’ve always been susceptible to your tears

    Drawing you close

    Imbibing your insecurities

    Reassuring your soul that you are worthy

    This is not who you are

    Looking in the mirror

    You don’t see what I see

    You are beautiful

    You are unique

    You are you

    *Image from confident1.com

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  • Success – Haiku

    September 17, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    Hiding in shadows,

    Scared of seeing the real you,

    For fear of failure.

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    Draw on your beauty,

    The lighthouse that will guide you,

    To a brighter day.

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    Be strong little one,

    Your essence makes you unique,

    In all the world.

    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

    To strive for greatness,

    Means sometimes you will stumble,

    Rising to the top.

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  • A Not So American Dream

    September 17, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Not so very long ago

    I dreamed of a utopia

    Beautiful and green

    Full of promise and hope

    Then man got in the way

    Swelled with pride,

    Consumed with self-importance

    Greedy, prejudice and hateful

    He ravaged the land

    Taking what he wanted and leaving it in ruins

    Polluting our water

    Poisoning the ground

    Making it a malignant wasteland

    Seeing fit to keep this to himself

    We planted

    We built

    We raised our families upon this cursed soil

    Ignorant to the damage being done

    Chronic illness plaguing our children

    They say it’s all in the name of progress

    Complain and you are Anti-American

    Speak out and you are unpatriotic

    Protest and you are a Communist

    Who will be held accountable

    The autocrats claims a divine right,

    All in the name of capitalism

    But they don’t plant, build or raise their children on this putrid land

    They cry fowl from their ivory castles

    Waving their jeweled scepters

    Hiding behind their detestable walls

    Looking down upon those of us less fortunate

    They watch us wither under the toil of our labor

    Building for them what they could not build for themselves

    Drawing every last breath from us

    All for the sake of another dollar

    When will they have enough

    When will we be more than just expendable

    If they have their way

    Never

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  • Spinning

    September 14, 2012

    Orbs,

    Large,

    Small,

    Knobby,

    Slick,

    Fat,

    Thin,

    Two or three,

    Resisting macadam,

    Revolting against pavement,

    Carbon,

    Steel,

    Aluminum,

    Combinations in between,

    Sleek and beautiful,

    Hard, but flexible,

    Cool between my knees,

    Blue,

    Red,

    Green,

    Black,

    Yellow,

    White,

    All the colors of the rainbow and more,

    Pushing,

    Up and down in rhythm,

    Pumping,

    And Pumping,

    Carefree and fun,

    Wind blowing through my hair,

    Sun on my face,

    I’m a kid again,

    Riding…riding…riding my bike.

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  • An Incoherent Mind

    September 13, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Being pulled from side-to-side,

    My mind,

    A menagerie of disjointed thought.

    Attempts at composure,

    An act of self-deprecation,

    Leading me further into disarray.

    What do I do?

    Emotions have no focus,

    Every path a winding dead end.

    Holding me back,

    Racked between chaos and cognition,

    Drowning in confusion.

    I urge myself to take a breath,

    Empty my tortured mind,

    If only for a night.

    Hoping for thoughts to regain composure,

    I know this too shall pass,

    It always does.

    In the meantime,

    Wallowing in this mire, that is my mind,

    I will wait.

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  • Frailty of Man

    September 12, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Another day,

    Awoken by the news,

    Another tragedy,

    More death and destruction.

    Insensitivity on one side,

    Intolerance on the other,

    Differing views,

    All of the same event.

    Flags burned,

    Flags torn to shreds,

    Blamed on a celluloid debacle,

    This is just a ruse.

    Eleven September mere coincidence,

    I think not,

    Another excuse for bad behavior,

    Another claim of insult to God.

    We are different,

    Although we are the same,

    We are born, we love,

    We live, we die.

    We hurt, we bleed,

    We suffer, we cry,

    We strive for answers in this chaotic world,

    Only to realize the more we know the less we know.

    There is evil among us,

    Tainting the good with the same broad brush,

    Distilling us down to one common meld,

    Can we not see past the hate!

    Self-perpetuating and self-destructive,

    A merry-go-round since time began,

    Punch my ticket,

    I want to get off.

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  • In Remembrance – Haiku

    September 11, 2012

    By D. R. DiFrancesco

    Bow your heads and pray,

    Those lost on that tragic day,

    Live on in our hearts.

    *************************************

    The scattered debris,

    Charred and lifeless in that field,

    Breaking the silence.

    *************************************

    The two titans fall,

    Waking a sleeping giant,

    From it’s lethargy.

    *************************************

    A symbol of might,

    Flame and confusion consume,

    Still bravery shone.

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