The Lord’s hand protects
Non-believers will perish
Like brush in a fire
Please tell me how you would know
What lives in the heart of God
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: poetry
Hades Screams
Hades screams its torrid winds,
Scorching earth of bone and skin.
Desolate ground of sun bleached sand,
Reminiscent of lunar land.
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Scrub brush torn from shallow root,
Crushed to dust while under foot.
Watching step for danger lurks,
From thorn and fang and stingers work.
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Blistering flesh under cloudless sky,
Waterless fools most surely die.
So this goes for man and beast,
It matters not be most or least.
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Call of hawk and vulture above,
No place for cardinal, sparrow or dove.
Unforgiving this land it takes,
Seizing on each and every mistake.
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Birds of prey circle and wait,
For nature to inflict a certain fate.
A hearty meal in barren land,
Relying on the feast at hand.
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Wasteland though it seems to be,
There’s so much more than the eye can see.
It’s beauty lies not in pleasing flowers,
Nor in forests where great pine trees tower.
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Instead it lies in stark contrast,
To seashores blue landscape so vast.
Inhospitable appearance its enduring charm,
In spite of all potential harm.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Greatest Rewards – A Tanka
Life’s greatest rewards
Friendship, love, marriage, children
So easily lost
Succumbing to deadly sin
Destroys all that we treasure
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mother’s Wild Rage – A Haiku
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Mother’s wild rage
Unmerciful destruction
Wind, fire and rain
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Self-esteem – A Tanka
Self-esteem of youth
Broken by thoughtless discourse
Like carnival glass
Scattered in minuscule shards
Is laborious to mend
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Outside
Outside–
You see a face,
Weathered, showing the wear of time,
Wrinkles carved like dry rivers
Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.
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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,
Long since retired from hard work,
Thin and gnarled,
They are more bone than flesh,
Still their past loveliness remains.
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Hunched, from the years
And back breaking work
It’s a struggle just to stand up,
Yet there is nary a complaint uttered
Thankful just to have lived.
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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,
Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,
Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,
Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes
Though the blue is less brilliant.
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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable
Pointing with an arthritic finger
Leading to story upon story.
“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,
“But I am so much more…”
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hardened Heart – A Tanka
A heart once hardened
Ferments in caustic hatred
Shutting out true love
Tragic is this festering
Leaving nothing but ashes
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blind Eye – A Tanka
Acts once commonplace
Bravery, human kindness
Are now rarities
To avoid getting involved
We coldly turn a blind eye
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Long Nights
Long nights spent in quiet sitting
Hand-in-hand oh how fitting
With joyous smile upon your face
Soft and delicate like cotton lace
Your gentle touch by slender fingers
Whence we part the feeling lingers
These simple things forever endear
In every moment I have you hear
No more in life could ever I pray
In health and sickness still you stayed
With love and thanks I hold you close
My lover and friend I cherish most
Praising God daily you’re here with me
For without you so alone I’d be
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scatter-brained
Scatter-brained fury
Whirlwind– chaotic thought
Focus forfeited
Words, trapped behind a gauntlet
On a pothole laden road
Poetic nightmare…
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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