The smell of baked bread
Like perfume of memory
Grandma at the stove
O’ how joyful was childhood
When things were much simpler
Adulthood does dull
Senses fade to the background
Turning cynical
Happiness replaced by stress
O’ how soon we do forget
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just as guilty am I,
Wallowing in self-pity,
Focusing on the negative, worrying,
Blaming others for my station
Trying to will destiny to my vision
Instead of trusting in the Divine.
I need not worry;
All things will be as they should
Without my intervention.
I must flow like the river
Fluid and forgiving ‘til the end
If I am to be one with the Spirit.
I know that suffering is unnecessary
This life is full of abundance,
The Tao will provide for me
Giving me all that I need
By showing me the Way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cool and refreshing
I touched her to my lips.
Sweetly anointing my soul,
Her love cradling me,
Caressing me with a silken hand.
She is soft yet passionate;
Flowing over me,
In me, through me.
Under my lover’s touch
I am vulnerable to her spell.
Just as clay in her hands
I am kneaded,
Ready to do her bidding
Without question or concern.
She likewise–
Is the caldron I stir,
Churning desire with each stroke
Until she boils over.
Two souls melding into one,
Flesh on flesh,
Heartbeats in unison,
Never to be parted
In this life or the next.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Must we acquire,
Hoarding what we do not need?
This–the western way,
Insatiable avarice
For money and possessions.
What is this sickness?
Is not a roof, bed and food
Enough to appease?
Incessant hunger say no
As we persist to garner.
When the bell does toll
We find this was all for naught;
None of it mattered.
Kindness, love and happiness
Were all we ever needed.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pearls in the nighttime sky,
Surely they must be the light of angels.
Visible to the mortal eye,
Things of myth and divine fables.
Twinkling hope from up above,
Promising man a life here after.
Quieting the mind and heart with love,
Giving joy with bouts of laughter.
Adhara, Nashira, Mira, Alcyone,
Shining from the heavens beyond.
Watching, protecting ‘til time on earth is done,
Guiding their charges to the calm.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The candle flickers
Growing ever more brilliant
As it burns through time
Not unlike my loving heart
Offered without condition
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nowhere and Everywhere,
All things and No-thing,
Master and Servant–God,
Acknowledging the Divine in you
Satisfies my soul
Teaching me to love others
Even more than myself.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At times love doth tame
At others it bites with fang
Either I cherish
For to live without loving
Is to live an empty life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The sun still rose as I knew it would,
The birds sang their songs,
The winds blew strong,
The grass remained green just as it should.
In dawns dim light I opened my eyes,
My wife lay sleeping by my side,
My children in the next rooms reside,
All of these cause joy in my heart to rise.
The waters flow cooling parched earth,
The skies still a brilliant shade of blue,
The flowers bloom as they always do,
These more valuable than material worth.
Life continues like every other day,
As it has O’ these fifty years on,
Caring not the least as each new day dawns,
For it knows no other way.
I guess I’m just part of this natural flow,
Arriving then passing with time,
Like the bird and the beast and the tree and the vine,
I’ll receive my calling to go.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Some say it is a window into the soul,
But me…well, I don’t know
I run, I jump, I laugh and cajole
As though I’m putting on a show.
The youth in me knows not this bodies age,
Ignoring the aches and the pains.
Like a Mad Hatter on the Phantoms stage,
Tossing aside my horses reins.
Playing in the grass, flying kites high in the sky,
Living for just having fun.
Juvenile maybe, lets just say that I try,
Hoping for much longer from where I’d begun.
This is how I choose to live a fairytale life,
One of fullness, prosperity and joy.
Living without the stress and the mind numbing strife,
That so many chose to employ.
Then a look in the mirror reveals an inevitable truth,
That no one can run from their age.
Bags and wrinkles are not things of one’s youth,
As each year turns the next page.
In my minds eye I’m still the same person I was
O’ those many years gone by.
Only the blind would be ignorant of the cause,
No matter how hard they may try.
So the moral to this story is one I believe
To live in happiness and in peace.
Keep the child in your heart, never to cleave,
And your elation will surely increase.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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