A decade of war
Life draining on this nation
When will it all end
Our citizens sacrificed
Precious resources squandered
To what victory
How do we define success
Against painful loss
Our wars produce no winners
Without a clear enemy
All gains will revert
When finally we depart
Chaos ensuing
As is always the result
In the absence of brute force
When ideals are forced
Democracy imposed
Only breeds contempt
When masses are unprepared
For freedoms sacrifices
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Golden beams blinding
Bronzing flesh and warming soul
Springtime renewal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I stammer to speak,
Unable to make things right,
After all I’ve done.
Cursed to suffer shortcomings
Bestowed upon me justly.
Is this destiny?
Sorry is incapable
Of healing your wounds
Inflicted by arrogance,
Bred out of my selfishness.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gather up what to you belongs
It serves no purpose once you’re gone
A lifetime spent in hordish gather
In the end what does it matter
We collect and prize our worldly wares
Empty handed we climb the stairs
Meaningless in the grand scheme of things
To claw and scratch for golden ring
This buys you nothing in the end
How sad to see this is the trend
He who has the most stuff losses
If this path the fool doth chooses
Instead look upon your fellow man
Offer them an outstretched hand
For one and all we are the same
In this life a finite game
More wealth derived from acts of kindness
Than all that’s earthly left behind us
Believe or not this must be true
As I strive in all I do
Though I sometimes stumble and often fail
I choose to believe this sober tale
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lean close and listen
Do you hear the rhythmic beat
The hearts song it sings
Tapping out love’s flamenco
In throes of passion for you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scars, fresh raised and red
Born of stainless razors edge
Bleed…to make me feel
Numb, I do not understand
What flawed design produced me
Sleeves long– Hide the shame
Attempts for naught this hollow fill
Am I all alone
Left to cut and poke and prod
To wake up the walking dead
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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You can call me friend
Though this is the first we’ve met
I am your brother
Born, living, dying like you
Race, creed, color matters not
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scavenging,
Through trash bins,
Rubbish heaps,
Loitering beyond alley doors,
Waiting for “the good stuff”.
Jagged nails,
Through fingerless gloves,
Sort through treasures,
Maybe a doughnut,
Scrap of bread,
Half eaten burger,
A meal fit for a king.
Seen on steam grate mattresses,
Fetal curl for warmth;
Passersby arc wide birth
To avoid their touch.
Rain draws trash bag slickers,
Doorways, cardboard,
Rags for umbrellas,
Taxi’s thrown sludge sprays the invisible
With cities dirt and grim.
Will they be here tomorrow?
Will anyone notice their absence?
As their shopping cart sits idle
Ravaged by fellow unseen.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I beg of heaven for light of day
For night fills dreams of you with fear
On bended knee in tears I pray
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What can I do, what dare I say
To break this darkness with love and cheer
I beg of heaven for light of day
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This deep despair I keep at bay
In hopes you’ll return my cherished dear
On bended knee in tears I pray
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I never would your heart betray
My passion felt I have made so clear
I beg of heaven for light of day
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Were I to change would then you stay
Anything I’d do to mend heartbreak severe
On bended knee in tears I pray
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To you, I promise to never stray
Your honor I’ll guard and never besmear
I beg of heaven for light of day
On bended knee in tears I pray
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
** I thought I would give a new style a try. The Villanelle is in the form of A1 B A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2. It is very structured, but was interesting to write. I would appreciate any feedback you may wish to provide. Thanks.
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Material wealth
Blinding to what surrounds you
Swallows compassion
If permitted to consume
And supplant humanity
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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