Fondness grows with age
As does wisdom to realize
~~ Love is paramount
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: love
These Words (Tanka)
These words are my own
One man’s view of this world
Offered in earnest
Like a father to his child
They are given out of love
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams
Broken hearts and broken dreams left among the ashes
Ruins in the wake of the tsunami–your selfish desires.
Scavengers scour through the wreckage for sustenance
Finding nothing but crumbs left for them to fight over.
Is commitment so distasteful that exile is the only cure?
What of those cast aside, banished to Elba–victims,
Are they simply expendable for your greater good?
O’ what blackness must thrive in your narcissistic soul,
Pitiful…flourishing in this loveless existence of yours,
Choosing loneliness over the love and warmth of another,
Hiding like a coward behind a cold and hollow heart.
Like a lion you search for your next meal
Feasting, gorging hungrily as if this may be your last,
But you know it won’t, there is always another prey,
One that thinks it can tame you to save themselves.
Who is fooling who in this eternal struggle?
You are the sly one, knowing this is sleight of hand
Leading on those that offer you their hearts
Until you grow weary of their affections.
Tossing them on the heap
You grind their souls and their passions into dust.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Ghostly Apparition (Sonnet)
A ghostly apparition on shoreline I spied,
Pacing to and fro through deep hours of night.
I thought from my window I captured her cry
From what must have been a terrible fright.
Dressed all in white from an era long gone
Stream of tears from my eyes I did shed.
Distress in her step and the pipers last song
This lover to her death must’ve led.
Legend exists of a star-crossed romance
Ending in the most tragic of ways.
They claim it occurred by strange circumstance
Young lovers they drowned in the bay.
When the shock finally passed nothing, but sorrow did I feel
There was nothing I could offer for her wounds I could not heal.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Joyful Noise Sings In My Heart
A joyful noise sings in my heart it echoes loud and clear
Always there yet subtle, until I chose to hear
Misery and failure so often self-imposed
To those whose minds are weakened, shuttered tightly closed
We’re here on earth to be happy, harmonious in our life
Free from inner turmoil, free from endless strife
Still hopelessness persists and plagues the hearts of man
As it has always been since our time began
Knowledge is the power that will break this horrid trend
Solving war and poverty will bring it to it’s end
A precious gift to all mankind comes wrapped in simple love
The answer to our problems which came from up above
Or has love always been in us, but hidden by our pride
Afraid to share with others, instead we chose to hide
Convinced we’ve always had it, I give it from the heart
In time it will bring together rather than tear apart
For loving is far easier than the stress of eternal hate
Getting what we give will be our ultimate fate
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sing To Me
Sing to me–
WIth gentle breaths
The song I know so well.
To this melody my heart races;
Like the wings of the hummingbird
Beating ever faster to keep pace with your song.
Oh how your crescendo leaves me breathless!
Words can scarcely describe
As I await the triumphant end.
You– the seasoned maestro hold the wand;
Each wave a note closer to the finale.
How masterful you are in your genius,
While I…awestruck,
Am captivated by love.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ Calloused Heart (Sonnet)
O calloused heart, how for art thou still beating,
Glances cast at thee thou hath repelled.
Taking flight at thy masters pleading,
How couldst thee in good conscience foretell.
Thou art more beautiful than the rose,
Tho thy thorns art no less deadly.
No more couldst I offer to thee my betrothed,
Than to be forthright of mind and steady.
Nay–this was not enough,
Thy blood and soul hast proved tainted.
Coarse is thine heart when passions in the rough,
Dante’s tragedy to my core hath been painted.
Were thou only more gentle of spirit, more tender and kind,
In my true love thou wouldst bath and no truer love wouldst thou find.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Little Thought Do We Give (Acrostic)
Little thought do we give at time of conception,
Isolated in our cocoon of lust and love.
Feeling as one, our sensual obsession,
Embraced in our skins like hand in a glove.
Another’s life we send on its wondrous journey,
No consideration given to responsibility taken.
Despite their affect on our futures, so blurry,
Doned in false wisdom we vow to ne’er be shaken.
Even in this arrogance the question must arise,
After time to ponder has settled our voice.
The seriousness of our action lay right before our eyes,
Having created something of beauty with or without choice.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is Love What We Think (Tanka)
Is love what we think
An emotion of the heart
Or is it a flaw
A flaw of human nature
Opening us to sorrow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Hearts Fade to Black (Tanka)
Our hearts fade to black
When compromised by a love
Leaving them broken
This isn’t by our design
But by our God given flaws
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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