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  • I’d Forgotten The Serenity Of the Vicious Sea

    September 30, 2014

    I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;

    Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore

    Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.

    To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;

    Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,

    I am captivated by her beauty.

    The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,

    They are no match for her diamond soul,

    Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.

    In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse

    The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave

    Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven

    Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.

    I smile as if one with the earth and sea

    Flowing effortlessly from here to there.

    O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,

    How beautiful the soul,

    How beautiful and how temporary this life;

    Until she reminded me of what I am.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Mandarin Sun Sets (Tanka)

    September 28, 2014

    Mandarin sun sets

    Sinking perilously slow

    As it always does

    The coming day begs it rise

    Bringing light and life to earth

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Faces Look Around (Tanka)

    September 24, 2014

    Faces look around
    Each with varied histories
    Searching for answers
    This is what makes us human
    Regardless of appearance

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Spoken For

    September 23, 2014

    Here is a piece of writing worth reading. I love how down to earth it is…very impressive. Great job Trey.

    treyzguy's avatarLongHaul LDS

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    What will I do when God answers me?

    Will I believe it is actually him?

    I don’t see how I couldn’t…
    I’m sure I’ll know, don’t y’all think…
    Him being God and all…

    I would like to hear his voice, I think; although the prophets say I couldn’t handle it; yet, they all heard him, didn’t they?

    I know he’s a really great listener but I don’t get much feedback from him other than that still small voice I can’t seem to hear over the noise of my complex little world.

    What if he cuts into one of my prayers and asks “What now, Trey?”

    All pissed off, like…

    What if he says that he’s heard all this from me before; over and over and over again; blah blah blah

    What if he says “I love you, but you disappoint me and you make me crazy!”

    Or “I am done…

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  • Segregating Ourselves

    September 23, 2014

    Republican, democrat,

    Black, white,

    Feminist, chauvinist,

    Gay, straight,

    Religious, atheist,

    Liberal, conservative,

    Pacifist, warmonger,

    Proletariat, capitalist,

    Pro-life, pro-choice,

    Rich, poor,

    Extremist, moderate,

    Old, young,

    Patriotic, unpatriotic,

    Native, immigrant,

    We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,

    That we forget we are all the same.

    We are born, we live and then we die,

    This is non-negotiable.

    Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes

    We would be less hurried to take vengeance

    And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Templar Knight (Shadorma) / Knight (Acrostic)

    September 23, 2014

    Templar Knight (Shadorma)

    Templar knight

    Prepares to face death

    Enemies

    Heed God’s call

    Convert before it’s too late

    Or prepare to die


    Knight (Acrostic)

    Know and feared by all

    None dare stand in their way

    Invoking their wrath

    God has so ordained

    Heathens and heretics bow before them

    To meet their maker

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma (and Acrostic) Prompt – September 20, 2014

    Armor - By G.S.K.
    Armor – By G.S.K.

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  • From Dusk Until Dawn

    September 23, 2014

    From dusk until dawn

    I live in dreamless torment

    Cold–black is my night

    Where do I go in slumber

    When I am invisible

    I can’t remember

    My travels have been wiped clean

    This terrifies me

    Is this what death will be like

    A blackboard erased from time

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Breathing Heavily (Haiku)

    September 22, 2014

    Breathing heavily

    Heartbeat rapid–heart attack

    The symptoms of love


    ~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Though Fall Has Returned Home

    September 22, 2014

    Though fall has returned home

    The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.

    The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;

    Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,

    This has always been her way.

    Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,

    Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.

    Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,

    His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.

    Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will

    Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,

    Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • I Cannot Think

    September 22, 2014

    I cannot think

    My mind is scattered

    Bleeding, filling my cranial sink

    Thoughts are shredded, left in tatters

    Puzzle pieces, pieces missing

    Torn away from stem

    Cold then hot my fires hissing

    In hopes of penning another gem

    Inspired–no

    My brain’s a scramble

    It’s best I go

    To end this ramble

    ‘Til the time we meet anew

    I hope to have my thoughts arranged

    Who knows what my mind will brew

    From words right now that are so estranged

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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