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Stars

Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,

We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.

How foolish they must find us,

Our mountains out of molehills;

Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.

Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!

Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,

Brightening the slate black sky.

How tired the heavens must be

Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,

The joining of lovers,

Receiving only occasional recognition.

What do we give in return?

Nothing–we continue to take

Just as we have always done,

Just as we will always do.

Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.

Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.

To these sages we look for heavenly guidance

Offering prayers for blessings imagined.

This is in our nature

Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.

Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,

Beckoned for release from an ill fate,

Cried out for intervention?

We think ourselves the center of all,

Master of our domain–independent, indestructible

Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.

Then we look out upon the vast audience above

Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,

Hoping, praying for accolades

And furtherance from the stars.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Sleep (Acrostic)

Seldom do dreams my sleeptime invade

Lost in darkness through deepest night

Ever praying that this nothingness fades

Endearing my soul to the brightness of day

Perhaps true reality is when blackness pervades

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Ghosts

Ghosts are haunting me

Are they real or imaged

What does it matter

Things long dead keep appearing

Wanting to rejoin this life

This can’t be allowed

The past must be left buried

Buried forever

Like the fate of all dead things

To rest in peace–eternal

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A New Day

A new day,

Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,

Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.

The chance for a fresh beginning,

A farewell to the past.

Yesterday is gone,

Relegated to history…never to return.

‘Tis the beauty of birth–

Offered with each midnight stroke

Comes the infancy of the virgin day.

Is this not a wondrous affair,

A gift not to be squandered?

Wallowing in regret serves no one,

Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;

Lashing out violently–

Becoming master if permitted.

Embrace this moment,

Releasing the past to its tomb.

O’ the possibilities that await us,

With the opportunity to be reinvented

–By the casting of our dreams.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

It Occurred To Me Today

It occurred to me today–

Prompted by a voice,

Not in my head,

No, it came from a voice on the radio.

I’ve heard this voice a hundred times,

Heard the same questions,

Heard the same answer,

But today–

Today of all days I actually listened.

What is life?

What is living?

That’s when the light finally turned on.

It’s the glorious journey of learning how to die.

We do it daily,

We do it with every breath.

We look to our religions,

Our Gods, our souls for the answer.

Why?

In the desire to leave this world in peace

With dignity,

With the hope for something after,

Something more than this temporary existence.

And why shouldn’t we?

Are we not returning to our beginning,

To the earth,

To the air,

To the heavens,

As we have been blessed to do.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In Sorrows Midst With Tears I Prayed (Sonnet)

In sorrows midst with tears I prayed

That you would return to offer your love.

A stubborn man, I’m a fool they say

To believe that my needs would be held above..

 

With independent mind, this could never be

How arrogant I was to consider it true.

I wanted to believe what I could not see

Though you never misled, I misconstrued.

 

Not once was my intention to hold you back

From fulfilling your dreams or destiny.

It saddens me that I turned your heart to black

By denying you all that you hoped you would be.

 

Patience and love are what should have been given, but to this I was utterly blind.

These are the virtues that too late I’m living, in hopes that you’ll witness if so inclined.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

O’ My Youngest One

O’ my youngest one

Do not give up on your dreams

They are yours alone

Others may think they know best

Even I am not immune

Done without malice

My intentions are most pure

Though I am human

Dare to dream my precious child

This is where greatness is born

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

What Does Heaven Know Of My Dreams

What does Heaven know of my dreams?

Maybe nothing, maybe everything,

In its silence I believe lies wisdom and strength.

Our mortal senses confuse that which is beyond physical,

Trusting nothing which we can not see.

This betrays the spirit of man.

Something far bigger than myself is my guide,

Calling me to greatness when I’m willing to listen.

In the quiet of meditation I can hear the inner voice,

Mine or God’s I do not know;

Perhaps we are one and the same.

I pray this will be revealed when I return to my origin,

The being of spirit that I was before my mortal birth.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Simple Jar

A simple jar caked in dust,

Its seal unbroken for many a year,

Left to the unabating chill of its tower cell.

Where did it come from,

Who left it to its lonely existence?

This solitary place of the hardest granite,

Cold and dark, leaves me bathed in anguish.

Was it abandoned for fear of some great chimerical creature,

Some nightmare from ancient mythology?

Perhaps a split tongued, beaked devil thrusting leathery wings?

What mystical secrets might this vessel reserve?

If only it could speak; what mysteries, dark and erratic might it tell?

Tales of knights, sprained, bent and broken in the heat of battle,

Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, bent on destroying its enigma,

Creatures from the pits of hell sent to capture it for Satan’s purposes,

Fair maidens sacrificed in its ultimate defense.

All this buried so long ago in its fortress tomb,

Protected by a simple jar caked in dust.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #7

 

I Partake Not In Another’s Squabbles (Sonnet)

I partake not in another’s squabbles, their concern is not my own,

Taking sides bears nothing but rotten fruit on the vine.

Picking winners and losers in life is futile as history has shown,

Their issues with one another is between them, not mine.

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Should we not let bygones-be-bygones to follow their dreams,

It is not our place to be both jury and judge.

What is surely right for me may not be for another it seems,

On this I stand firmly refusing to budge.

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Though in freedom of speech I wholeheartedly believe,

There are times we would be better to sit in silence.

Sometimes speaking your mind provides little to achieve,

And may lead to physical and mental violence.

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So choose your words carefully though speaking is your right,

For offense so easily levied can lead to an unwinnable fight.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~