I gifted my heart
So many years ago now
Like priceless treasure
Cherished and highly prized
Then held for ransom
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I gifted my heart
So many years ago now
Like priceless treasure
Cherished and highly prized
Then held for ransom
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Travel to cliffs of Scotland tall
Ancient cities with golden scroll
Coliseum of wonder your columns fall
Time, wind and rain have taken their toll
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Fairytale lands with walkways of gold
Rabbits, a queen and Mad Hatters
Through Grimm and Poe the stories unfold
Whether Jack and his beanstalk does itt matter
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Absorbed in Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
A cup of tea with Sherlock Holmes
Or Steinbeck’s exquisite Grapes of Wrath
When a Tree Grows in Brooklyn you’re never alone
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Traveling around the world in 80 days
Digging treasure on an island deserted
Meeting the end in Moby Dick’s’ way
Though Scrooge’s demise is diverted
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Dumas’ Musketeers are dashing them all
A letter of scarlet emblazoned
The howl of the wolf in the wild was called
Romeo and Juliet still amazes
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The beauty of words in fiction, poem or prose
Allows travel to faraway lands
Mystery, adventure or as love stories show
The pricelessness of books in the hand
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is not our destiny emboldened by failures,
Our willingness to succumb to self-doubt and pity,
This affords us nary a benefit.
I ask, to what then do we owe our failures?
Profound gratitude comes first to mind,
A hearty handshake,
A warm pat on the back for the lesson learned.
Strengthening character through adversity, we thrive
Redirecting destiny in the direction of our choosing,
Revoking it’s privilege to capitalize on our fears,
We take charge of the path we travel.
Quashing failure…
We sway our very circumstance.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As the dam breaks wide
I’m caught up in the deluge
Left gasping for air
Sights and sounds swallow me whole
The joys of life and learning
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The crimson sky fumes with the rage of desert summer,
Turning springs flowers of gold and lavender to tawny dust.
Scorpion and rattler laze in awe,
Cherishing the warmth of the arid sun.
Cacti dot the plains, green and angry,
Breaking the monotony of the monochrome landscape.
Beneath even the most lovely of spouts lays a heart of bramble,
Drawing first blood from all but the sturdiest patron.
Lonesome ballads of the song dog eclipse the dark silence,
Howling teardrops rain upon the parched surface.
Rife with dwellers only dreamt of in nightmares,
Exotic, ghoulish, yet beautiful,
A vista both barren and thriving beckons.
Calling the adventurous to pay homage,
Genuflecting in respect to this alien canvas.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~