A look, a pant, a gentle nudge,
Awake, excited to start the day.
It takes no more than a subtle budge,
To coax them on to run and play.
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From birth to passing their childlike heart,
Endears them to the soul of man.
Its been this way from the very start,
Proud and loving at our side they stand.
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Loyal ‘til their final day,
They’ll leave us not until our end.
Ne’re a doubt at our feet they’ll stay,
A heartfelt thanks to man’s best friend.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living miles apart,
Acting like casual friends
Instead of siblings.
Visits far too infrequent
And our calls are far too few.
We have grown distant.
Not because of difference,
We are not that kind,
But because our life journey,
Leads us down different roads.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With the coming of summer
The years midlife begins in earnest.
Infancy is replaced by the maturity of time,
The dead forgotten to the wake of new life,
No more is there the barrenness of winter.
Cold, gray nakedness gives way to colors multitude,
Death’s pungent odor yields to the fragrance of flora,
Rebirth is complete…for a time.
Youthful fauna take comfort in nature’s bounty
Feeding in gluttonous fervor,
Instinctively knowing it is but momentary,
With the scarcity of later year fast approaching.
What a wondrous gift is nature;
Our lives mimicking her cyclic clock,
Stages of life revealed since time began.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The cries of children
Parents look on through their tears
Hunger still exists
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Agony of love
A hearts beat torn asunder
Ripped from breathing chest
Leaving it hollow and cold
Emptied of any passion
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Breath– your lips on mine
Warm and moist against my skin
Every nerve dancing
Calling ecstasy by name
In our love’s coital dance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sentimentality and longing–drowning
In a sea of what was.
Knowing that one can never go back
To childhood,
To before grandma died,
Before the loss of grandpa,
Before any of the idiotic decisions we make
During the folly of our youth and beyond.
The impossibility of this is obvious;
Time only marches forward,
Steady and resolute in its determination.
Leaving us, if we choose to stay,
in the dust and cobwebs of our past.
One must ask, “To what end?”
To be passed…
By opportunities for love,
The love of family,
All the good that life has to offer.
A life of misery,
A life of hoping for what was,
What can never be,
This is the fate of so many.
Living in sorrow, void of hope,
Void of happiness,
Drowning–in sentimentality and longing.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
End of day quiet
As sunset breezes relieve
Easing tired mind
The joy of dark solitude
Readies me for a new start
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You blame the unions,
You blame the American worker,
Moving your plants overseas.
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You say we want too much.
Is a decent quality of life too much,
A living wage to raise our families.
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You take no blame on yourself,
Your greedy shareholders,
Gnarled hands outstretched,
Grasping for a greater piece of the pie.
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You cry, profits are down;
Consumers aren’t buying!
You take our jobs away
Giving them to those in the third world.
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No job, no money, no spending,
Where is your logic?
You ask for more from us
Giving us less for our labors,
Yet our bleeding is still not enough.
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Our blood, our sweat means nothing,
No longer are we people,
No longer do you show us loyalty.
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Profits reign king in your corrupt world
And we are merely paupers,
Struggling in your greed poisoned kingdom.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gangly legs
Ungraceful swan
Awkward reflection
Imperfect beauty
Work in progress
Opaque vision
Transparent in age
Metamorphosis
Gorgeous butterfly
Biding time
‘Til wings spread
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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