Tag Archives: love

O’ One of Pure Heart

O’ one of pure heart,

Surely it must be enveloped in resin

Otherwise how can it not break.

Thine voice sings the beauty of angels,

Thine face art most ravishing,

Still how many times hast thou fallen prey to artiface,

How many times hast thou succumbed to frisson in the face of night?

Drawn, art thou to that which promises thee harm

Excluding nothing from thy circuitous journey.

To castigate thee would serve no purpose;

Nay, it would serve only to drive thee to be taciturn.

In this I fear that thou wouldst be lost to me forever.

Therefore I am destined to love thee just as thou art;

Embracing thy peculiarities and thy uniqueness

As endearing and part of thy mesmerizing charm.

O’ one of purest heart,

I shall love thee forever and ever.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16

 

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #16

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16

A Weathered Key

A weathered key turned in a worn out lock;

Rusty hinges creak as the lid is gingerly raised,

Aged dust drawn as if by vacuum fills the musty air,

Like so many travellers on their worldly journey.

This steamer trunk long forgotten;

Adorned with France, Belgium, Canada, Japan…

Reminders of its travels and the sights it has seen.

Memories of good times,

Memories of some not so good,

Memories of long nights,

Smoke filled taverns,

Exotic women,

Exhilaration in the unknown,

Glorious sunsets,

Distant shores,

Warm breezes,

Tearful goodbyes,

This musty old trunk, like my mind

Covets memories of days-gone-by.

Perhaps they too are weathered and worn,

Adorned with tattered tags of my life’s travels,

And relegated to a dingy attic,

But they are mine and mine alone

To cherish all the days of my life.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Greed and Humanity

Capitalist,

Socialist,

I am neither,

And both.

I am not proud that either need exist,

Each is distasteful alone.

Capitalism breeds greed,

The rich get richer,

The poor get poorer

Dividing their people.

Socialism strives to temper greed,

Reigning in its excesses

In hopes of leaving something for the masses.

Those with means rail against this,

Crying infringement!

“I don’t need the government regulating me,

I will give to others as I see fit.”,

This is not reality, but greedy folly.

Human nature believes what’s mine is mine.

Socialism is no less flawed!

Unfettered it breeds sloth,

Equally deadly and devastating.

Where is the incentive to contribute?

Both commit their own deadly sins by existing.

Perhaps a blending would suffice,

Capitalism for self-sustenance,

Socialism for a dose of humanity and conscience.

If arrogance were put aside

Maybe then there would be hope,

Hope that what is broken could be mended

For the betterment of all

–Not just the select few.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Broken Promises (Haiku)

Broken promises

As cold as a winters day

~~ Destroying ones trust

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.

I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.

In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ My Youngest One

O’ my youngest one

Do not give up on your dreams

They are yours alone

Others may think they know best

Even I am not immune

Done without malice

My intentions are most pure

Though I am human

Dare to dream my precious child

This is where greatness is born

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Awake Before The Sun Rises

Corn Woman’s Task by Sandi J. Ludescher

Corn Woman’s Task by Sandi J. Ludescher

Awake before the sun rises;

Bleary-eyed still resolute

No thanks are offered for her toil.

As she nudges her brood from slumber,

Calloused hands stroke the hair of her babies.

To gentle voice and loving words they wake

Casting acknowledging smiles skyward.

The aromatic scent of cornbread wafts from afar,

Inviting even at this early hour, tickling their tiny noses.

Ritual plays itself out day after day, morning after morning,

She would have it no other way.

This brood, her pride and joy is her life, her love, all that she lives for.

Every wrinkle like a path through time,

Each hair of gray that adorns her head

Are worn with pride and concern for them.

Her destiny and birthright lay before her, born for the love of her Brave…

These are her legacy.

What greater gift could a mother leave this world than her children, her culture

And Mother earth just as she found her.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 23 June

 

Does Grass Strain To Grow (Tanka)

Does grass strain to grow

Does the moon confront the sun

Does water struggle

Should we not be like all these

Conforming to our nature

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Though Wall Of Block, A Wisp I Spied

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #12

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12

Though wall of block, a wisp I spied

Through peephole–well not more than crack

Golden hair, skin of ivory eyed

While perched on crate, one two I stacked

~

Her features shone like porcelain ‘tis true

Vertiginous from height or beauty unsure

From my perch to the ground in a flutter I flew

Regaining my wits was certainly a chore

~

Meet her I must if the last thing I do

Her door I did charge feeling strangely at ease

I knock with brass knocker not one time but two

To the butler I ask, “fetch my lady if you please”

~

Loveliest of ladies scent of lilac and fair

Laconic I was in her all consuming presence

My mind like an eddy void of breath and of air

Giddy as most boys in adolescence

~

Most surely I appeared as the oddity I must be

Arriving at her door unannounced

With grace and with style she greeted me with glee

My fragile heart she cherished not trounced

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12

I Never Really Knew Her

My breath floated silently toward Heaven.

I watched as it disappeared

Blending seamlessly with the cloud filled sky.

With upturned collar

I stood with loved ones feeling completely alone;

Such a strange feeling this is.

I had known her for almost fifty years,

But suddenly came to realize…

I scarcely knew her at all.

Self-absorbed with my life, my own family,

Thinking she would always be there

I never thought to ask who she was,

What her life was like,

Even where she born;

It just never occurred to me to ask

And never came up in conversation.

My picture of her had always been the same,

White hair, as white as newly fallen snow,

Her cheek, soft and smooth to the kiss,

Kind and joyful, yet quiet as a mouse;

Always taking a backseat to the love of her life.

Sadly, her time has now passed

Taking with it the story that was her.

I am left to gather up snippets,

Like those tossed on the cutting room floor

Selectively shared second hand.

My chance has passed to hear her story

In the truth that can only come from living it.

No fault can be placed, but on me

So on me alone the fault must lie.

By divine retribution, I stand here,

In the icy chill of winter to bid farewell

To one I loved dearly,

More dearly than she would ever know

And with profound sadness I’ve come to realize

…That I never really knew her at all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~