Peace, Goodwill Towards Men

Peace, goodwill towards men–

I believed this once,

A long, long time ago it seems.

I can still remember her smile,

The love of my life,


Not a care in our perfect little world.

And the kids–

Oh how they loved Christmas.

Not just the presents,

The paper, the bows,

But the time we spent together.

We were a family,

A perfect design by Hallmark.

Now she’s gone,

The years were not kind to her;

And the kids–,

Grown, families of their own–

Don’t come around much anymore.

Hell, I don’t remember the last time.

The gesture of a card would be nice

Just to let me know they cared,

That they remembered me,

But no…

It was not meant to be,

Alone I sit, stranded for the holidays.

This wasn’t how I saw my later years,

Aged, lonely,

Awaiting the ghost of Christmas past.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Prompt Word: Stranded

 Writing Prompt: Tuesday’s Thinking 17 December – By Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet

A Heart Thrashing…Sleepless (Sonnet)

A heart thrashing to the sound of the owls who,

Plagued with anxiety and exhaustion–the covers drawn.

Clutching and clawing at me every once in a blue,

I lie awake lock-jawed by this infernal yawning.


Sleep–sweet sleep evades this troubadours brain,

Locked in battle with evasive slumber.

Constant swordplay wearies and drains;

Praying for conscious fade to black and umber.


Tortured sleepless by jailers masochistic,

For hour upon hour seemingly without end.

Hopes of escape deemed deeply unrealistic,

No longer this life do I care to defend.


What is one to do about this self-imposed draw-and-quartering,

But take broadsword in hand for the sandmans slaughtering.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Prompt: Sleepless

Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 10 December Writing Prompt

Such Excitement (Sonnet)

Such excitement, congratulations, the smiles

A journey into the unknown, so exciting

We were naive to a future of so many trials

Until reality became enlightening


Not all were bad–in fact most were a joy

So much so we gave it another go

We prayed for a girl since we were blessed with a boy

Leaving it up to God to see which would show


Gift number two, with a girl we were graced

One more try we thought we would make

And last but not least, in our trust she was placed

A daughter–our youngest in whose life we partake


In spite of imperfections of which there are more than a few

With a heart full of pride, I am honored through and through


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Jem Farmer The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 19 Nov Writing Prompt

Liquid Adrenaline

Liquid adrenaline

Black and hot

Steaming like a freight train

Running the gauntlet thrown before it

Breaking through

At once there is clarity

Dawn’s fog is lifted revealing the beauty of day

Sights, the smell opens like an obsidian rose

Delightful and powerful

Bold and aromatic

Temporary, yet easily repeatable

In bountiful varieties

Mine–deep, dark and strong

Undiluted by flavors

Coffee–crack in my cup


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Jem Farmer – The Boipoet -Tuesday Thinking Prompt – 24 September 2013

Prompt Word: Coffee

Another Dawn

Another dawn,

Sun breaching the adjacent apartment building.

This window open to the vibrant street below.

Oh, were I strong enough to step out,

To join the masses in the frivolity of the day,

But lo!  I am not so bold.

Day after day, Mitty-like I sit,

Alone with my thoughts

Dreaming of what could be,

What could have been,

The chivalrous me,

Rescuing damsels in distress,

Storming the castle,

Slaying the dragon,

Saving the day,

Or simply stepping foot on the sidewalk below,

Is that too much to ask?

I don’t know,

But one can dream can’t they?


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Word: Mitty –  Meaning: noun: An ordinary, timid person who indulges in daydreams involving great adventures and triumphs.


Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend Poetry Prompt – 7-8 September 2013

History (An Acrostic)

How is it that mankind never learns

Images of the past are destined to repeat themselves

Since the beginning of time this has been true

The great, seemingly invincible, eventually fall

Obsessed with their own self-importance

Rarely realize they are collapsing under their own weight

Yielding the inevitable return to the dust from which they were created


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Phrase: Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history – Abraham Lincoln

 Jem Farmer – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 06 September 2013