Reckless in my youth
Only to regret later
Part of growing up
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reckless in my youth
Only to regret later
Part of growing up
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Laugh I must at the things that I do,
Time and again the same mistakes.
Criticizing others, ignoring history true,
A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.
Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,
‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.
Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,
That my hand as in poker is a fold.
When will I learn to practice what I preach,
For more than short periods of time.
Following the path that is right within reach,
From this hole I’ll not have to climb.
Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.
Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hidden amongst ash
Bones and memories still thrive;
Haunting the living,
Choosing not to let them go
They are invited to stay.
We welcome them in
Sharing with them–our futures,
Our hopes and our dreams,
Only to be left in chains
Imprisoned by our dark past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Err on cautions side
When determined to cast stones
Reflections deceive
Where misinformation lives…
The bottom of a closed mind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tears–warm on your cheek
Leave a stinging stream of pain
~ Caused by my failures ~
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pray tell–Does the universe despise me?
Beleaguered by torment and pain;
I drown as a ship down at sea,
No longer having anything to gain.
Projecting my anguish on others unknown,
Fate lies beyond the boundaries of my soul.
Smiles and laughs behind stone faces shown,
Nothing left of my heart, but a bottomless hole.
Tell me where…oh where does blame lie?
Surely without I am most convinced.
A belief to the day this body dies,
As casket lid closes on my last pain winced.
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Could it be–that perhaps it is I, that has all along been to blame,
None other than me by my God given name.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A beautiful smile, a tender face like your mothers,
A generous heart, we should not compare to the others.
You are not them, you are you, wonderous you,
Be proud of that, forever and ever remain true.
Though mistakes will be made my youngest one…
Know in your soul that you are the light of my day, my morning sun.
Judged more harshly than your sister or brother,
This was not my intention, I would never hope for another.
You are perfectly perfect just the way you are,
Bright as the celestial comet or a shooting star.
In your own way, you bring joy to me with every passing day,
Your laugh, sense of humor, funny faces, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Each of you was born into this world with a gift,
Though oftentimes elusive when ensconced in siblings rift.
This is how it always is and how it has always been,
Its just how humans are, it has never been a sin.
Some are born with smart of book, others with common sense,
Some are gilded with a gift of the arts, while some remain on the fence.
This my sweet–is not a defect or a flaw instilled at birth,
Nor a judgement of your character, or a measure of your worth.
For you are worth the world to me, in all you are with your spirit free,
As I watch you mature and grow to become who you will be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
WDBWP Monday Poetry Prompt #22: What Would You Say to You?
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I
Don’t you ever learn
You spent our childhood always trying to please others
But where did that get you
What about pleasing us
What about it
II
Our teen years weren’t much different
Still trying to please the same people
Ignoring what we wanted
You acted like some kind of martyr
I don’t remember anyone asking for it
III
We had things we wanted to do
Sports, career, dreams that should have been a reality
And what did we do
We didn’t follow through
We ignored our own desires
IV
Whose fault was this
It was nobodies but ours
To blame anyone else would be a lie
We didn’t stand up for what we wanted
So shut up and deal with it
V
Its nice though that we finally wised up
At least a little…maybe
We didn’t turn out half bad
We got smart and realized we missed her
And did something about it before she got away for good
VI
She’s put up with us now for over 24 years
And hasn’t killed us yet
Although we probably deserved it
A long time ago
We can be high maintenance you know
VII
And our children
What can we say
Thank God, the stars, dumb luck that they are great kids
The greatest treasure we could have asked for
A blessing if there ever was one
VIII
I’m thankful that they didn’t turn out like us
Well–At least not entirely
They did get some of their mother’s traits
Mostly the good ones…quiet she might be listening
Really, they don’t know how lucky they are
IX
After all is said-and-done
We should be happy with how things turned out
Family is what is important
In spite of us we are doing pretty darn well in that area
A loving wife, wonderful children and a comfortable life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How is it that mankind never learns
Images of the past are destined to repeat themselves
Since the beginning of time this has been true
The great, seemingly invincible, eventually fall
Obsessed with their own self-importance
Rarely realize they are collapsing under their own weight
Yielding the inevitable return to the dust from which they were created
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Phrase: Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history – Abraham Lincoln
Jem Farmer – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 06 September 2013
Answers–sought after for a lifetime,
Ebbing and flowing,
Never concrete.
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Arms outstretched,
We reach…reaching…
Still always just out of our grasp.
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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,
Circumstances change,
What once was gospel dissipates.
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We think ourselves wise,
But mere fools are we,
Not knowing that we know nothing.
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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,
Dumbfounded,
We lumber on.
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Still this is not new to mankind,
As antiquity portends,
Locked in this eternal struggle.
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In our end we may finally realize,
We are not so unlike those that came before,
Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~