By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Winters icy chill,
Leaves frost on tender branches,
Bidding fall goodnight.
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The wane of summer,
Ignites a rush of color,
Solace to the eyes.
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Howl of autumn wind,
A cyclone of rainbow leaves,
Falls softly to earth.
By: D. R. DiFrancesco
On bended knee,
Bloodied and bruised,
I prayed for forgiveness,,
Hoping for nothing else to lose.
This was not to be,
With tears and head bowed,
Reciting the mantras learned as a child,
A blessing on me I hoped you’d endow.
Having spewn blasphemous epithets,
Having thought impure thoughts,
I was not worthy,
I could not receive the mercy I sought.
A victim to the sins of Adam,
Consumed by the treachery of Eve,
Am I doomed to the frailty of my being,
“Oh no!” I am told if only I believe.
So to what fate is my soul condemned,
To Satan’s dominion or Heaven’s charity,
This is a question of faith,
To ask of God for greater clarity.
We question life’s lessons and failures,
Yet in these, may reside the answers we seek,
As they say, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”,
Quelling what is mortally weak.
Does a God exists, for this I am hopeful,
For if not then this is all for naught,
There’s no comfort in nothing, if you’re gone you’re gone,
Pray for veracity in what we were taught.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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That come-hither look,
The smile, the hush in your voice,
Sends chills up my spine.
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The rapiers blade,
Stings less than love forsaken,
On a starless night.
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Arrival of spring,,
Emboldens a passive heart,
Wakening young love.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Drenched and cold I cry,
Longing to be comforted,
By the warmth of you.
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Do you feel my pain,
Crying out from every pore,
To be understood.
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Echo my hearts beat,
Letting me know we are one,
One heart and one soul.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Can you hear my beating heart?
An echo in nights quiet,
A subliminal sound that you can’t ignore.
Can you feel my gentle caress?
Tender on your skin,
A chill up your spine that beckons you on.
Can you taste my loving kiss?
Soft and sweet on your longing lips,
A confection born out of passions throes.
Can you sense my warm embrace?
Enveloping your soul in romances glow,
A fire that burns white hot in an intimate affair.
All that I am I give to you,
A heart that beats for you,
A touch that longs for you,
A kiss thats deep for you,
An embrace that waits for you,
These are my gifts to you my love,
Now and forever.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Wind blows icy and sharp,
Sidewalks caked in gum and grime,
Could pass for Art Deco,
If not for their hearts of stone.
A biting chill rising,
Stinging the prone soul,
The corner she calls home,
Talking and motioning to her alter-ego.
Wrapped in a windbreaker of plastic,
Once for someones rubbish,
Black and torn,
This, her life fortune.
Passers-by avoid her gaze,
The unseen don’t exist in their convenient world ,
While scorn cast its ugly breath upon her,
Disguised as laughter and whispers.
She’s gone now,
Passed away, put away, moved on,
Her home, white washed and sterile,
Did you even know who she was, did she ever exist?
She could have been your mother,
Possibly a sister or a family friend,
Someone you could have loved,
She could have even been you.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
A quite stream,
Meandering its way over sand and stone,
Shows no beginning,
Leaves no end.
Slowly changing its destiny,
Evolving over eons into something much grander,
Languid yet constant,
Magnificent in its determination.
Housed under an awning of green,
Running a marathon clear and cool,
While aiding stowaways on their epic journey,
Its own destination is uncertain.
It is life giving and life taking,
Giving vitality to both predator and prey,
Survival of the fittest,
Its beauty begets complacency.
Soothing sounds,
Bubbling and lapping as it follows its path ,
Serene and solemn,
Behold!…Natures finest hour.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
If only you could hear my thoughts
The aspirations I have for you
The love I feel for you
Would you be surprised
I have always been an idealist
For myself and those I cherish
Only yearning for the best for you
Taking pride in your little accomplishments
Offering up praise when you interrogate yourself
Anxiety and self-doubt were carefully sheltered from view
Constantly scratching and clawing,
Tearing up your insides in an attempt to escape
You kept them so well hidden
Your inner child cried for approval
I could not help but answer
I’ve always been susceptible to your tears
Drawing you close
Imbibing your insecurities
Reassuring your soul that you are worthy
This is not who you are
Looking in the mirror
You don’t see what I see
You are beautiful
You are unique
You are you
*Image from confident1.com
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Hiding in shadows,
Scared of seeing the real you,
For fear of failure.
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Draw on your beauty,
The lighthouse that will guide you,
To a brighter day.
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Be strong little one,
Your essence makes you unique,
In all the world.
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To strive for greatness,
Means sometimes you will stumble,
Rising to the top.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Not so very long ago
I dreamed of a utopia
Beautiful and green
Full of promise and hope
Then man got in the way
Swelled with pride,
Consumed with self-importance
Greedy, prejudice and hateful
He ravaged the land
Taking what he wanted and leaving it in ruins
Polluting our water
Poisoning the ground
Making it a malignant wasteland
Seeing fit to keep this to himself
We planted
We built
We raised our families upon this cursed soil
Ignorant to the damage being done
Chronic illness plaguing our children
They say it’s all in the name of progress
Complain and you are Anti-American
Speak out and you are unpatriotic
Protest and you are a Communist
Who will be held accountable
The autocrats claims a divine right,
All in the name of capitalism
But they don’t plant, build or raise their children on this putrid land
They cry fowl from their ivory castles
Waving their jeweled scepters
Hiding behind their detestable walls
Looking down upon those of us less fortunate
They watch us wither under the toil of our labor
Building for them what they could not build for themselves
Drawing every last breath from us
All for the sake of another dollar
When will they have enough
When will we be more than just expendable
If they have their way
Never
Dom DiFrancesco 