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 ~~
Tag Archives: passion
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 ~~
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 ~~
Blast of Arctic Cold (Tanka)
Blast of arctic cold
Chilling me ‘til blood runs thick
Rattling my bones
Like the loss of love’s passion
Breaking the innocent heart
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Taken for Granted (Tanka)
Taken for granted
Love–over many long years
Assumed without words
Like breathing…done thoughtlessly
We think it will never end
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~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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