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 ~~
Intemperate mood greets the day,
An avalanche of negativity,
Red carpet for angry outbursts.
Circumstances–weakness of the mind
Blossoms into crimson rage;
Control unattainable.
Justifying actions, so mortal
Refusing to admit humanness, so flawed.
This cannot go on,
This must not go on for sanity’s sake.
Composure must be restored,
Blood pressure, headaches put in check
Anger tamped down.
Knowing this does not diminish the effects
Detrimental and painful.
Deep breaths, soothing mantras serve to calm
Restoring semblance of normalcy.
Considering what could have been done better,
Injecting positivity into aura
Brightening an otherwise dismal day.
Finding balance within
Returns the soul to peace
From the precipice of spiritual disaster.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~
I am like water
Soft and pliable yet strong
Moving with the tide
Always going with its flow
Until I meet destiny
.
~~ 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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