I am like water
Soft and pliable yet strong
Moving with the tide
Always going with its flow
Until I meet destiny
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: love
Although They’re Older
Although they’re older
Children still seek approval
It’s human nature
Do not be too judgemental
Or you will push them away
What a tragedy
And a travesty this is
To our flesh and blood
These are wounds that do not heal
Because we need to be right
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At Times Love Doth Tame (Tanka)
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 ~~
Feed The Injured Heart (Haiku)
Feed the injured heart
That it becomes strong again
~~ Relearning to love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Silence
Silence does not mean I don’t care.
Perhaps I’m stifling a self-righteous opinion
Or maybe I’m just listening like a good friend does.
I don’t have all the answers nor are any required.
Your questions are rhetorical,
Simply statements to self,
You already know the answers.
It isn’t my place to judge,
Only to offer advice when asked for it,
My judgemental days are over.
I don’t walk in your shoes,
I don’t feel what you feel,
I haven’t lived your life,
Struggled your struggles,
Traveled your rutted path.
Instead I offer my silence
…As a show of love and support.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look Into The Sun (Haiku)
Look into the sun
Shafts of light point to heaven
~~ A natural peace
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Moss Slippery and Wet Beneath My Feet
Moss, slippery and wet beneath my feet,
Covering the rock and root tangled path I traverse.
Though drenched to the bone I am in ecstasy
For my love awaits by the lake shore.
The melodic sound of the wren announces my arrival,
Yet I am unable to discern whether she is happy or agitated.
No matter, through the mist I spy my lover’s shawl
Resting lazily on a fallen oak.
I call to her, but I am offered no reply.
How perplexing is this predicament.
The mirror like stillness of the lake reveals no trace,
No footsteps point her direction.
What supernal event has befallen her?
Horrible graphic images come to mind.
Did she drown,
Did she fall victim to some unknown villain,
Was she disheartened,
Choosing to stray off as some palliative remedy?
Alas, I am alone,
The fragrant scent of patchouli wafting from her shawl,
This–the only sign she had ever existed,
But for the perfect masterpiece of her kept
By the artist, that is my mind.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #8
Retaliation
Retaliation
Or at least the thought of it
Over little things
For this I have no excuse
Except for being human
I long to be more
Much more than this petty man
One that’s full of love
Unconsciously forgiving
WIth not one expectation
Even this is hard
This one solitary thing
Before the gauntlet
It is called being human
This one–I cannot escape
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones may break one’s bones,
But words most certainly hurt.
Bones do heal as time has shown,
While words eternal pain can exert.
Some will use age as a valid excuse
For exhibition of poor behavior.
Even if you were some eccentric recluse,
This still wouldn’t serve as your savior.
All the money in this world does not buy you the right
To treat others as something less human.
On judgement day you will see the shortness of sight,
And your legacy will be seeking absolution.
Your racism only serves to sever the bonds
You should have with your sisters and brothers.
Claiming foul play when they choose to respond,
Treating them not as friends, but as others.
Bury your head in the proverbial sand,
Denying your views are archaic.
You won’t get away with the slap of a hand,
For in hate and prejudice you partake.
You’d think that these words would have long ago past
Into the annals of far ancient history.
Yet time and again they rear their ugly heads,
Why to me remains an elusive mystery.
Let bygone-be-bygones aren’t we one and the same,
Dealing with the hand we’ve been given.
Helping one another is the name of the game,
To live in love in this life that we’re living.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Some Say It Is A Window Into The Soul
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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