The chances we took
Gave excitement to our lives
Without second thought.
This was more than we had hoped
Yet not as much as wanted.
Is this so unusual
As we strive for happiness
Seeking fulfillment
Among an uncertain life?
Is there any greater joy?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Drink Because We’re Poets – We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #006
Carols by the fire
Electric Yule log ablaze
Singing out of tune
Like the late great Lawrence Welk
We’re drunk on tiny bubbles
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ball Boy by Chris Jones
I chase after my shadow in hopes of pouncing
Its direction changing with each passing hour
In pursuit of the reddest of red balls bouncing
As red as reddest rose the tenderest flower
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To what purpose I know you’re most surely asking
How foolish this boy I know it seems
Dreams of tag and dodgeball basking
Ear-to-ear my smile brightly gleams
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A child at heart I choose to savor
Otherwise old and boring I’d be
Easily at home with juvenile behavior
Young in my mind and heart you can see
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How simple it is a boy and his ball
A game for one or many to play
Toss up and catch or bounce off the wall
It doesn’t really matter, it’s fun either way
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet Monday ‘s Masterpiece 21 October Prompt
Traveled far and wide
Never having left the house
Imagination
Running wild through the pages
Each chapter an adventure
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
San Francisco Cable Car
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Click, clack
Sound of wheels on steel track.
It’s passengers seated and sideboard hanging,
Drawing in closely to avoid shoulder banging.
Laughing and smiling as hills fall and rise,
Joy of the children as they stare with eyes wide.
This slow moving coaster, it navigates with ease,
Tourist and locals, all does it please.
One low fare takes you beginning to end,
As seen in the movies, I would do it again.
The cable cars roll through picturesque streets,
Shops and restaurants prove such unexpected treats.
Mixing worldly cultures all living as one,
A city composed of diverse brethren.
This beautiful city a diamond on the bay,
Visitor or immigrant so many have stayed.
Whether riding the rails, up and down dip,
Or walking the streets, such a glorious trip.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Barbecues and beer
Welcoming a new summer
We’ve lost it’s meaning
Those who have died…forgotten
Gone is the memorial
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silly boys, they laugh and they giggle,
Silly girls in their skirts they do wiggle.
The girls laugh and point at the giggling boys,
As they make funny noises playing with their toys.
The girls turn away when they see the boys gawk,
The boys chase the girls with the speed of a hawk.
The boys yell and taunt as the girls run away,
The girls round the schoolyard away from them they stay.
Huffing and puffing the boys give up chase,
The girls in their stocking feet ran away with the race.
The boys and the girls in playgrounds and yards,
Laughing and singing, life was not hard.
This innocence squandered to the aging of youth,
Maybe in children we adults can find our lost truth.
Wouldn’t this be such wonderful thing,
Removing from stress, it’s life zapping sting.
There’s much we can learn from our children at play,
Like how to have fun each and every day.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Do you ever reminisce about your childhood?
Rockem-Sockem Robots, Spirograph, Lincoln Logs,
Candy cigarettes, wax lips, pixie sticks,
Banana seats on bikes, slick tires and sissy bars,
Bell bottoms, Converse, crew cuts,
Bouffants, Brill Cream, electric rollers,
Station wagons, record players, eight tracks,
No seat belts, no car seats, laying on the rear deck
to see out the back window,
Sneaking your parents smokes
And maybe their booze,
Just for fun,
Never worrying for our safety.
Do you ever reminisce about your childhood?
I do.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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
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.
Dom DiFrancesco 