Spent, my heart racing
Pounding to the souls rhythm
Mute before love pure
You, the muse granting me breath
For without I would perish
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Devil – A Cinquain
Devil
Fallen angel
Born to corrupt the soul
Instilling fear in mortal man
Satan
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blood Red
Blood red,
Yet silken soft,
Petals touch I held aloft.
Glorious in it’s crimson hue,
Appreciated by all but few.
Cherished true this sign of love,
Sent below from heaven above.
‘Tis no other quite compare,
With you caressed by gentle air.
Fragile as pure love suppose,
No other but you outshines the rose.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Glass Houses
Glass houses, a stone was thrown,
Where vines with thorn and poison grown.
Mirror you look, but cannot see,
Thing you hate inside is me.
So much alike, minds eye blind,
Wall of stone you hide behind.
Fear the world would see what’s real,
Confront the pain too painful to feel.
Problems perceived, faults not mine,
No matter you can’t ignore the signs.
Bury them deep, you feel you must,
Someday the damage you’ll see I trust.
Stronger than you, you never realized,
Afraid to look into my eyes.
Afraid you’ll find myself in you,
False perception like bird would flew.
Carry on this childish game,
One day to burn out a candle flame.
My hope for you be sooner I pray,
Love yourself come-what-may.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Traveled Far And Wide – A Tanka
Traveled far and wide
Never having left the house
Imagination
Running wild through the pages
Each chapter an adventure
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Every Thought Of You – A Tanka
Every thought of you
Conjures up the memories
I’ve tried to suppress
Spilling out my weaknesses
Leaving me spent and hollow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Think
I think,
Mind cluttered with words,
Lines,
Life,
Trash,
Looking for an escape,
A blank page,
A song to sing,
Anything,
Something to feel release,
Pressure,
Cooking up inside,
No anger,
Just excitement,
Bursting to create,
Art,
Happiness,
Love,
It matters not,
Pen,
Brush,
Heart,
Soul,
Tools all the same,
On which canvas I will exact a gentle touch,
Is the question which awaits an answer.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tempest Rage – A Rondel
A tempest brews its fiery rage,
Raining flame from lair on high,
Innocents run from molten sky,
As players on this devil’s stage.
.
The evil Lord, his venom thrust,
Hatreds source no one can say,
Legend speaks of broken trust,
Though long ago, lives on this day.
.
The village prays a hero come
As many a generation before,
All victims to his ancient lore.
While losing hope is the fate of some
The rest await the chosen one.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Steel Bars – A Tanka
Steel bars of prison
No match for my jailer’s wrath
Sentence self-imposed
Cruelty and deprivation
Are the penalties for sin
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peeling Back The Layers
Peeling back the layers
Like an onion of marble, brick, wood,
Concrete, steel and plaster.
What lies beneath this man-made skeleton?
Flesh, blood, bone,
Hopes, dreams, promise,
Failure, disappointment, longing,
Pain, suffering and sorrow,
Wrapped in the package human.
Wealth nor status makes one immune.
Life infects rich and poor alike,
Birth and death spare no one,
Entering into their pact with nothing
And fulfilling the contract with no reward.
These truths are guaranteed
Despite a desire to bury them in denial, religion or alcohol.
Make what you will of your life
Ignore those that cry to you with outstretched hands,
Divert your eyes from malnourishment,
Turn your back on humanities fallen,
Do this and more without conscience
As a soulless miscreant is bound to do.
This is your choice.
Or join this race we all run…offering,
Time, money, love,
Compassion, sympathy, understanding,
A helping hand, encouragement,
As much or as little as you have,
This is what it means to be human,
To be in communion,
Asking nothing in return.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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