Cascading waterfalls,
Feed by mountain snows,
Sculpt masterpieces,
On a canvas of faceless stone,
Meticulously perfect,
Timeless in their artistry,
Mother’s brushes and chisels,
Water, wind and sand,
Do what the masters could never do,
Hobbema- Rembrandt paint pretty pictures,
But nature did create their models,
By her own steady hand,
Exquisitely crafted and signed,
To the world with love.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do not let dreams die
Through bitter words of cowards
Like coming of spring
Nurture the tender young shoots
To reveal their destiny
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
* Inspired by a friend questioning the value of her dreams.
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A knock on the door
The sound of locks and latches
A wary welcome
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Little one,
You never asked to be brought into this world.
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Cold and cruel,
Born on the wrong side of the tracks.
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A mother’s love,
Can feed the soul, but the body still craves.
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Too young to speak,
Still your cries speak louder than any words.
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Sustenance is your right,
Denial would only draw covenant with your demise.
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Dying is inevitable,
A fact of life, but a fate undeserved to one so young.
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Blamed for your station,
You live in the shadows,
Cursed by the sins of your father,
Left to scavenge at the fringes,
Only to be forgotten,
Or treated as a pariah,
By defect of conscience.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Age of statesmen gone
Left with only empty suits
Like their promises
A wealth of material
But nothing of true substance
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shafts of golden beam
Carry dust and dreams
Through panes stained
From winds and rain
Warming on a cold winter’s day
Secured from dhill, inside I will stay
A cup of tea in one hand
Envisioning holiday in a warmer land
Comfort in a good book I will read
In these I find all the solace I need
Nothings better on a cold winter day
Than a good book, hot tea and…
A mind allowed to stray
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
What we forge in life
Only lives on when we share
Like gifts at Christmas
The joy is in the giving
Expecting naught in return
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Nerves, raw and exposed
Torn asunder by deceit
Unfaithful lover
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Left out in the cold
Fingerless gloves beg for change
For food and shelter
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ye stand erect or lay supine,
Worldly barrier to Heaven or Hell.
In hopes a life you lived sublime,
“Til the gates of pearl cannot we tell.
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Simple truth or solemn quote,
With chisel and hammer etched in stone.
A life as full and wholesome promote,
In passing ye set the living tone.
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In years to come when pall has passed,
A testament be left to remain.
Symbol of a life lived to outlast,
What flesh and bone cannot sustain.
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Though grass may grow to overgrown ,
And the marble be weathered and worn.
For a time to come the living will know,
When you died and when you were born.
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In this, ev’n the humble may gain solace,
Great riches nor fame are of import.
Most human of rituals must surely befall us,
Whence this stone stands in tribute and retort.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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