Orbs,
Large,
Small,
Knobby,
Slick,
Fat,
Thin,
Two or three,
Resisting macadam,
Revolting against pavement,
Carbon,
Steel,
Aluminum,
Combinations in between,
Sleek and beautiful,
Hard, but flexible,
Cool between my knees,
Blue,
Red,
Green,
Black,
Yellow,
White,
All the colors of the rainbow and more,
Pushing,
Up and down in rhythm,
Pumping,
And Pumping,
Carefree and fun,
Wind blowing through my hair,
Sun on my face,
I’m a kid again,
Riding…riding…riding my bike.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Your skin soft as down,
Pure as the wind driven snow,
Pressed up against me.
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Our Lords presence floats,
On the wings of an angel,
Renewing my faith.
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A child’s laughter,
Innocent and frolicsome,
Instills me with joy.
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Beauty of nature,
Unspoiled by man’s footsteps,
Given as God’s gift.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Oh beautiful ones,
Joy given by just your being,
Smiles that melt the heart.
Innocence incarnate,
You came into to this world a blank slate,
To be loved, cherished and molded.
From that first moment,
Tears as you drew you first breaths
You had me wrapped around your fingers.
With the batting of your eyes,
Blue and darting,
You struggled to take in all that was around you.
Naturally overcome by your newness,
I watch bewildered and amazed,
As your personality took shape.
Wide-eyed you began to recognize me,
Smiles, soft chuckles, clutching my finger,
As I made silly noises to get your attention.
Who was the child,
It was you…or maybe me perhaps,
I felt like a kid again if only for a short while.
You are part of me,
Part of my legacy,
One that adds greater beauty to this world.
You have completed me,
Made me the father I never thought I would be,
You are the loves of my life.
Blue Moon – NASA.gov
By D. R. DiFrancesco
The blue moon’s warmth
Draws out man’s primal urges
Seeding lust and love.
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Love’s tempest…flowers
Brilliantly in early spring
Pollinating zeal.
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Love, tender and sweet
Caresses my troubled heart
Putting me at ease.
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Do not condemn me
For flaws in my character
I am imperfect.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
As days light wanes,
Violet and mandarin hues apprehend the sky,
Birds chirps fade into peaceful silence,
Music of crickets and cicada fill the air,
Serenity found amongst these simple things,
Warmth of day displaced by coolness of evening,
Moon light clear and blue,
Fractured by transient paper-thin clouds,
Romance wafts softly through the shadow laden trees,
Evenings breeze runs it’s fingers through your hair,
Caressing gently like a lover,
There’s beauty in night,
Friendly, an angel known since youth,
Enveloping and safe,
A blanket, warm, inviting and natural,
Good night my love.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
The prick of a rose,
Drops of falling crimson flow,
Symbolizing love.
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In dreams I see you,
Restlessly watching you sleep,
Praying you’re still mine.
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Arms wrapped around me,
Tranquil warmth of your touch,
Invigorates me.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Your tender touches,
Soft upon my weathered cheek,
Comforting my soul.
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Looking glassy eyed,
Trust broken by love’s demise,
Drowning in self-pity.
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Tears of sadness fall,
Drenching my heartbroken soul,
In the dark abyss.
Don’t judge me,
You are not God,
Don’t pretend to speak for God,
To know what he thinks, what he wants of me.
Don’t push your religion on me,
The Divine Word of God, written by man,
Interpreted by man,
In a futile attempt to change who I am.
Don’t condemn me,
You aren’t entitled to be my jury,
You are hypocrites and heathens,
Hiding behind your wall of self-righteousness.
Don’t loathe me,
Am I not your brother,
One created in the same image of your God,
Worthy of the love and respect given to those in your circle.
Don’t shun me,
Instead look at your reflection, then take my hand,
Walk with me and comfort my soul,
Are we not the same in the eyes of God?
In dreams,
I am the hero,
I am the villian,
I am a great lover to millions.
In dreams,
I am a martyr,
I am a savior,
I am the fool with bad behavior.
In dreams,
I am a jester,
I am a riot,
I am a airplane test pilot,
In dreams,
You are my love,
You are the one I adore,
You are the one I would gladly die for.
In dreams,
Our life is perfect,
We live in bliss,
We want for nothing, so there is nothing we miss.
In dreams,
I can be all of these things,
The lover, the hero, the fool, the zero,
And still…
In dreams,
I never disappoint you.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Staring into an ocean blue sky,
Gliding,
Cradled in the silvery wings of a bird,
So close God,
So close to heaven I can almost touch it.
This must be what it is like to die,
What it is like to ascend into the afterlife,
Weightlessly soaring,
Song of birds a symphony,
Leading my soul skyward,
Sun warm and inviting on my face,
Clouds of virginal white clothe me,
Comforting my weary essence.
At peace,
This must be what it is like,
What it is like to almost touch heaven,
On the wings of the silvery bird.
Dom DiFrancesco 