Sky–clear glass ceiling
One can almost see heaven
Clean and bright above
Passing from life into death
Could this be what it looks like
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A Heart Thrashing…Sleepless (Sonnet)
A heart thrashing to the sound of the owls who,
Plagued with anxiety and exhaustion–the covers drawn.
Clutching and clawing at me every once in a blue,
I lie awake lock-jawed by this infernal yawning.
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Sleep–sweet sleep evades this troubadours brain,
Locked in battle with evasive slumber.
Constant swordplay wearies and drains;
Praying for conscious fade to black and umber.
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Tortured sleepless by jailers masochistic,
For hour upon hour seemingly without end.
Hopes of escape deemed deeply unrealistic,
No longer this life do I care to defend.
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What is one to do about this self-imposed draw-and-quartering,
But take broadsword in hand for the sandmans slaughtering.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Sleepless
Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 10 December Writing Prompt
It Occurred to Me (Sonnet)
It occurred to me–a mystery of sorts,
How inward and outward my image became.
I think through others witty retorts,
They’ve morphed the person they know by name.
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Is this not how we all evolved,
Our identities molded by family and friends?
Who we were born is not who we’ve resolved;
Veering off our path for one that bends.
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Rules of life, though they often change
Undeniably forming our moral core
Relations with others and loves they arrange
Knowing right from wrong they ensure
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Perhaps it would have been easier to leave me to fate
Than to manufacture a me into this limbotic state.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Little More Time (Tanka)
“A little more time”
The prayer with each passing day…
With every second
Until it runs out
Watching hopes–dreams fade away
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Found Myself Staring
I found myself staring,
Looking into a forest of festive lights;
Twinkling–red, green, blue, white.
The cold was forgotten,
Replaced by warmth and peace.
When I awoke…
Standing as a statue
Dusk seemed brighter,
It’s colors more vibrant,
A sense of joy filled my heart.
I was bathed in the spirit,
A renewed man.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Everything is New (Haiku)
Newness of the world
Simple things eyed with wonder
Childs innocence
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Taste of Blame (Sonnet)
Bitter and nauseating is the taste of blame
Often stirred by our misguided spirit–ego.
Detesting others with fortune and fame
Until ones jealousy doth flourishing, grows.
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Little good does it serve to another accuse;
Rotting heart and soul to the core.
Resulting in pain and the minds terrible abuse,
Living in darkness ‘til every fiber doth abhor.
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Does harboring this envy, one deadly sin
Heal what you view as improper nay unjust?
This frailty so human caused all ills begin
Diminishing our ability to trust.
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What profit can be gained from hatred ingrained,
But to torture our souls until loves power doth refrain.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
December Seventh (Tanka)
December Seventh
Pearl Harbor was attacked
Do they still teach this
Or has it been lost to years
And the holiday season
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heartfelt Forgiveness (Tanka)
Heartfelt forgiveness
Should be our aspiration
Not just empty words
The lesson passed before us
I hope we weren’t distracted
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What Was His Worth
Nelson Mandela July 18, 1918 – December 5, 2013
What was his worth?
To many–he was priceless,
No pearl, no diamond could compare.
Behind bars…
Or taking in the breaths of freedom
He was unshakable.
Even in the face of all that was stolen from him
He shone with the light of forgiveness.
All of this done with a burning hope,
A hope for progress,
For justice,
For equality,
For the death of apartheid.
Fighting with the weapons of peace
His was not just a fight for his people,
But a fight against all the wrongs plaguing humanity.
Noble, to be honored, cherished, thanked, missed…
What was his worth?
Far more than these words could possibly speak.
Farewell Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela,
…You will not, you must not be forgotten.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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