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How Glorious The Year As It Comes To An End (Pantoum)

How glorious the year as it comes to an end,

Thankful for all that I have received,

Complaints I have few, no regrets do I send,

Dismissing what should never be grieved.

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Thankful for all that I have received,

A fool would I be to complain,

Dismissing what should never be grieved,

Cherishing that which remains.

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A fool would I be to complain,

Perceived as nothing but a whiner,

Cherishing that which remains,

Leaving only the good which is finer.

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Perceived as nothing but a whiner,

Is something which should never be attained,

Leaving only the good which is finer,

To those that will follow unconstrained.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Description taken from : http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/pantoum.html

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the second and fourth lines of a quatrain recur as the first and third lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new second rhyme as BCBC, CDCD. The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the second line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

The design is simple:

Line 1

Line 2

Line 3

Line 4

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Line 5 (repeat of line 2)

Line 6

Line 7 (repeat of line 4)

Line 8

Continue with as many stanzas as you wish, but the ending stanza then repeats the second and fourth lines of the previous stanza (as its first and third lines), and also repeats the third line of the first stanza, as its second line, and the first line of the first stanza as its fourth. So the first line of the poem is also the last.

Last stanza:

Line 2 of previous stanza

Line 3 of first stanza

Line 4 of previous stanza

Line 1 of first stanza

Random Events

Torrential storm of random events

Beyond control your mood doth set

Thrusting outward in time repents

A heart in sorrow, forgiveness gets

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I know not why I shelter inside

Negativity of others inside my mind

Or what I create I cannot hide

Instead of release ‘til death do bind

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Should not happiness instill us all

Casting out that beyond control

Living in joy postpone bearer’s pall

Before its too late to corpse console

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Random events are as they say

No path nor end hath fate defined

Life as we make and live this day

Should not be treated as a grind

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Up to us all, our inner smile

Nourish and nurture to heart’s desire

Striving to best our every trial

Patiently dousing our temper’s fire

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Easier said, more difficult to do

In this life we live on lease

Being as one with nature wrings true

Thriving and resting in peace

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

This Journey

This journey,

One traveled by us and all that came before,

Has been paved with blood,

Watered with sweat,

Graded with pain,

Sprinkled with joy;

This road is the only one we know.

Although different obstacles may impede our way,

Cause one to stumble while another may fall

And allow another to wander a street paved with gold,

This road must begin at our beginning

And end at our ending regardless of effort,

Caring not how long it takes

Or what treasures we collect along the way.

Our intention alone is to live well in this, our reality.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Follow Your Dreams – A Tanka

Do not let dreams die

Through bitter words of cowards

Like coming of spring

Nurture the tender young shoots

To reveal their destiny

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

* Inspired by a friend questioning the value of her dreams.

Greener Grass

This gravel road,

A path oft traveled,

Lane you strode,

As your life unraveled.

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Yon horizon so far distant,

Where a better life must lay,

Hurry on forth right this instant,

For the sun will rise on a brighter day.

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On yonder side the grass must surely be greener,

As the old time saying goes,

This too passes as ones life becomes leaner,

With far too little to show.

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Much too often we chase exaggerated expectations,

When they seem right within our grasp,

‘Til euphoria fades to urgent consternation,

And your prospects they dwindle and lapse.

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Life lessons learned are the hardest its true,

As the scars and bruises do prove,

Out of the rubble and ash will rise a new you,

In spirit and nature behoove.

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We greet you back home as a most beloved son,

For you needed to find your own way,

This is only the beginning of the journey you’ve begun,

Welcome home for as long as you will stay.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lost in Life

Reaching mid-life,

Still trying to find my way.

Who am I?

What am I supposed to be?

Shouldn’t I know by now?

This is absurd!

So many hobbies,

So many ventures started but left unfinished,

It doesn’t matter what they are,

They all have ended the same,

Lost interest or realized I wasn’t any good.

In a pile of ruin,

I have left hopes and dreams,

All in the name of being responsible,

Always true to others but not to myself.

Finally I’m in unfolding,

I am growing and maturing,

Making time for myself,

Taking time for my muse,

Joyfully immersed if only for an hour at a time.

Balancing the ephemeral,

Food, clothing and shelter,

With the nourishment of creativity.

Making my self whole,

On word at a time.