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Something So Simple

Something so simple

We make so complicated

Love, a smile, their dimples

Can we never be placated

We make things so hard

When we should be accepting

Love is written in the stars

But too late we’re left reflecting

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Imagination – A Tanka

Imagination

Rouses fear from hidden lair

Racing heart, it pounds

What dangers lurk in shadow

Only the devil doth know

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sorry for my scarceness this week I am out of town on vacation and am reading and posting as time permits.  Thank you for your support and I will be back soon.

Labors Of Love

Labors of love like a warm breeze caress,

Softening edges worn rough by duress,

Seeking to bleed by releasing the soul,

Preventing it from suffocating in tortured black hole.

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Quill as my sword toward battle I go,

What awaits up ahead I do not yet know,

But brilliant or poor unique it must be,

When a mind is consoled and it’s spirit set free.

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Words as a weapon through ink that is laid,

Or passion unleashed in love that’s forbade,

Perhaps shrouded in mystery with nary a clue,

Or cringing in darkness in terror we’re drew.

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Poet’s imagine with the most subtle prose,

No subject off limits, as anything goes,

Photo or painting both classics of art,

One modern, one ancient, endeared by the heart.

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What poison is picked to us matters not,

May last an eternity and ne’er be forgot,

That future generations might enjoy what we loved,

Knowing we’re remembered as we look down from above.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Draw Near

Draw near cherished one,

To feel you close nourishes me,

Feeding heart and soul

No greater love has there been,

Than that between you and I.

The touch, skin on skin,

Warm, soft, moist, us intertwined,

Locked, passionate kiss;

Bodies tight as we become one,

One heart, one soul, forever.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

To See The River

To see the river and watch it flow,

Effortlessly from where it came to whence it go

Never curious about why or where,

Traveling with grace, nary a care.

Unlike man who obsesses and frets,

About all that he gives and all that he gets.

Grabbing as much as he possibly can,

Selfish and hoarding ‘til it gets out of hand.

Then in the end they find all is for naught,

Worth nothing more than a penny for a thought.

Wise would it have been to follow rivers example,

Living with ease, nature provides all that is ample.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Skin Deep

Perfection, clear to the beholders eye,

At times, going no further,

Stopping skin deep, superficial.

A smear of makeup, of blush, of rouge,

Lipstick strewn with clown-like abandon,

A caricature of what others see.

Every reflection,

Distorted by fun-house mirrors,

Diffusing into an abomination.

Painted by marketing’s ideal,

Airbrushed, made-up, impeccability,

Attempts to compete are fruitless.

Challenging imagination is no competition,

You my love have already won.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Dirt Road – A Tanka

Dirt road of life walked

Full of potholes and ditches

Where does the road end

Do you really want to know

Wouldn’t it spoil the fun

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fourth Of July

The Fourth of July

More than just fireworks

Barbecues and beer

This is Independence Day

Take time to reflect

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Who Am I – A Tanka

Who am I she said

Looking beyond reflection

Mirror spreading lies

It cannot see the inside

The place where my beauty lives

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Oneness

With eyes shut tight

Shuttering out distractions

While bathing in silence

Breathing becomes the world

Something so basic

So instinctual

Unavoidable

A simple complex action

To truly hear it

To feel it

All else seems to float away

The natural world becomes white-noise

Replaced by the spiritual

Who is to say which is reality

Is not the world what we believe it to be

Our souls as integral as the air

As life sustaining as water

My thoughts float as if dreams

Drifting into consciousness then out

As quietly and softly as they appeared

Until there is nothing

Nothing but the sound of me

Blood coursing through my veins

The beat of my heart

Each breath in rhythm

Energy melding with the natural

I am one with the world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~