Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
A wise man I’m not
I’m foolish and foolhardy
When least opportune
This is my mortal nature
That even booksmarts can’t cure
It isn’t so bad–
Really what else do I have
I am who I am
Perfect in spite of the faults
Endowed by my Creator
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lightning tears the sky
Shattering heaven’s crystal
God’s fragile canvas
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You were happy–I saw it in your eyes
Dreams at your fingertips–unstoppable
Then I saw the flame flicker–extinguished
Snuffed out like a candle by judgement
You never rose again from the ashes
Your hopes and dreams cremated
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Intemperate mood greets the day,
An avalanche of negativity,
Red carpet for angry outbursts.
Circumstances–weakness of the mind
Blossoms into crimson rage;
Control unattainable.
Justifying actions, so mortal
Refusing to admit humanness, so flawed.
This cannot go on,
This must not go on for sanity’s sake.
Composure must be restored,
Blood pressure, headaches put in check
Anger tamped down.
Knowing this does not diminish the effects
Detrimental and painful.
Deep breaths, soothing mantras serve to calm
Restoring semblance of normalcy.
Considering what could have been done better,
Injecting positivity into aura
Brightening an otherwise dismal day.
Finding balance within
Returns the soul to peace
From the precipice of spiritual disaster.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With rage filled falsetto,
The sword they did swing.
Exuding pure hatred,
As the metal blade did ring.
Their gesture surely proved,
Cruel motives not of God.
Over all the legions of bodies,
Their evil boots do trod.
How meaningless their killings,
Of brothers of the Quran.
All others considered infidels,
In this–God’s promised land.
While radiation bleaches,
The dead down to their bones.
Plaster’s painted red,
By blood spilled in their homes.
ISIS claims their quest,
God commanded of their troops.
While really it’s about power,
And the subjugating of groups.
Capturing the palaces,
The baroque and gaudy estates.
Feasting on the finest,
On gold and silver plates.
They pledge that no longer,
Will dormancy exist.
The caliphate will rise,
And rule with an iron fist.
Every living thing,
Will cower under their command.
Geese and sheep and camel,
And the people of this land.
Sadly violence met with violence,
May be the only way this stops.
Freeing terrorized citizens
To return to their farms and shops.
While nations far and wide,
Debate their horrid fate.
One nation no matter how imperfect
Stepped in before it was too late.
We lost one of our own,
One who never fought.
We pray that your death
Will not be all for naught.
The best thing we can do,
To honor your needless loss
Is to bravely stay the course,
And win at any cost.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Deepest
Saddest
Oldest
Coldest
Words cut the deepest, saddest of truths
Results in oldest, coldest reprove
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Authors Note: This is one form I had never tried before. I realize that it looks quite easy, but please know that it isn’t. Give a try yourself and see. I realize this isn’t perfect, but it’s a start.
Tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.
Examples can be found at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tyburn.html
Blink and it is gone.
All that you took for granted–
Evaporated,
Because of insatiable greed
And deep-rooted selfishness.
Looking down from high
Upon those less fortunate
With smirks and disdain–
You should truly be ashamed!
Each dirty face could be yours
In a single blink.
It is that simple.
In this life or the next
There will be judgement.
Do you want to take the chance
That you’ll be the lesser soul?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Eyes close for the day
Preparing for tomorrow
Start with a clean slate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
