As dusk settles in
We bid farewell to the day
Ushering in night
Not so unlike that of man
Drifting from life into death
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: life
Simple Song (Shadorma)
Simple song
That no one can hear
In my heart
Bringing joy
And a fullness to this life
That no other can
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Soul While on Earth
The soul while on earth struggles in the stairwell,
Longing to climb to heavenly heights.
This pursuit, no matter how noble and well intentioned
Does not come without warning.
Do not squander this life, nor disjoint from the Creator,
Whomever you hold that deity to be.
For surely you will suffer in the fires of hell
Which the devil’s bellow hath stoked.
Instead follow the avenue both straight and narrow,
For you are the seed planted in the furrow,
Not by accident, but by design to flourish.
Though I know you salivate to touch eternity,
All consumed by the promise of this lyrical dream,
You are here to make a difference,
To create, to fulfill the promise
…of your divine birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Birth is All Around Us
Birth is all around us;
In everything,
Every blade of grass,
Chirp of baby birds newly hatched,
Tiny flowers submitting to their nature to be fruit,
The covey of quail scurrying single file,
Rise of the sun upon a new day,
Winter welcoming the spring,
Barren branches bursting with cool green leaves,
April rains coaxing wildflowers from nothing,
Parks full of strollers and carriages,
Toddlers laughter filling the air,
Earth and sky warming.
Birth is all around us,
In everything,
Wondrous!
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravenously You Look Upon This World
Ravenously you look upon this world as a pirates chest,
Waiting to be plundered and pillaged.
Do you not see wrong in this?
The spoils are not for the powerful.
In fact–they are not spoils at all,
But gifts given for our momentary use!
These “things” we so desperately seek,
They are but tokens…nothing,
Objects of desire that cannot save us,
I am quite certain of this.
These lands in which we stake our flags,
The waters which we claim as ours,
The air with which we do as we please,
Polluting, damming, acid rain, smog,
Thieving, eminent domain,
None of this is ours to possess!
We do not hold dominion over this world,
By doing so we destroy these gifts.
We war in the name of possession;
Subjugating others for profit,
Excluding those that we deem unfit.
Who made us king, master, dictator?
Some may say God,
That He made us lord over his creation,
But I disagree.
Did God grant Adam and Eve property rights,
Ownership of His design for them to do with as they pleased,
Did He sanction the hoarding of food, water or any other means of sustenance,
Or did His plan instruct them to take just what they need?
Since He would provide all that was required, greed and gluttony should have been unthinkable,
Yet we managed to bastardize His plan.
We overindulge in sustenance and material things,
Collecting property as if it was ours to keep,
Threatening to slaughter those that trespass.
Taking all that exists in this world to share and claiming it as our own.
Cultures considered less civilized than ours still exist,
They don’t need a mortgage for the ground on which they sleep,
They don’t feel the need to claim possession of the air which they breath,
Nor feel the need to control the waters,
They just live,
Taking no more than they can carry,
Leaving no trace behind.
Is there not elegance in their simplicity?
We lost our way eons ago,
Our path overgrown with weeds.
Still there is hope,
Though unlikely in my lifetime,
That we may once again trample a path
Back to our divine design.
Living simply,
Trusting that there is enough for everyone,
Sharing with those in need;
Unrealistic perhaps,
But this is my dream.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Warm Are The Subtle Winds That Steer Me On (Sonnet)
Warm are the subtle winds that steer me on,
Nary a cloud sails across the sky sea of crystal blue.
The scent of Palo Verde and Mesquite wave winter gone,
Hummingbirds flutter in search of their sugary brew.
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Noonday sun turns pale and naked skin to tan,
While grass awakens, springing back to a deep cool green.
Scorching heat does rise from barren desert sand,
As lightning quick geckos scurry hoping not to be seen.
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Return it does to life this arid sometimes hellish land,
Though the living most often desire not to be found.
Spending their time on the cooler nighttime sands,
Sheltered from the blazing sun in their holes underground.
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A mysterious lifeless land though the desert seems to be,
Much in common does it have with the depths of the worlds deepest seas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In Silence–Screaming (Tanka)
In silence–screaming
Something only I can hear
Urging me onward
Headlong into the unknown
A metaphysical quest
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Does The Grass Strain To Grow (Tanka)
Does grass strain to grow
Fighting against its nature
No–it simply sprouts
Doing by perfect design
Just as we are born to do
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Raging Storms of Emotion
Raging storms of emotion
Depressing spirits,
Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.
Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,
Embodying our history as if the present,
Reliving it day after day after day.
This does not promote the fullness of life,
Rather it stunts our happiness;
That which is our God given right.
Healing begins with forgiveness,
Forgiving yourself…
Not for the despicable act
That which was not of your doing,
But for the effect it has on your soul.
It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,
They are not worthy–
Nor a requisite for healing.
This is your life,
Take it back,
Live in the light,
Dig deep within yourself,
Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you
–By your birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Would You Know
Would you know day were it not for night?
Would you know joy were it not for sadness?
Would you know love were it not for hate?
Would you know good were it not for evil?
Would you know right were it not for wrong?
Would you know the feminine without the masculine?
Positive would be nothing without negative?
Negative would be nothing without positive?
Things would simply be,
Unrecognizable from another.
Think of all that would be unknown.
Without this duality
The perfect would be imperfect
And all would cease to exist.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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