By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Why trust eludes you
A question posed out of love
Left long unanswered
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Cascading feelings
Trampled and suppressed by fate
Left out to decay
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Destitute and dead
Abandoned like so much trash
Thrown to the four winds
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Crass and cranky,
Scarcely a kind word to anyone,
Including himself,
Bitter and hateful,
Blaming everyone for his shortcomings,
Except for himself,
The family,
The job,
Restraining him from achieving success.
Never without a glass,
Always a glass of amber in hand,
Served to enhance his misery.
Another drink,
“I’ll have just one more”, he would say,
The one we called Jekyll and Hyde.
The children loved him,
But children didn’t like him,
Too scared and too young to confront.
A wife living for better or worse,,
Traumatized into silence,
Who would he be when he came home at night?
A frustrated virtuoso,
Sculpture, oils, watercolors, pastels,
So much talent needlessly thrown away.
On a stormy day all was lost,
His family, his art and his life,
Sadness in a bottle his solitary friend.
Did the Lord,
Or did his demons call him home,
A mystery until we join our maker,
Destructive and demoralizing,
Living under bourbons shadow,
Souls touched that will never be healed.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Winters icy chill,
Leaves frost on tender branches,
Bidding fall goodnight.
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The wane of summer,
Ignites a rush of color,
Solace to the eyes.
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Howl of autumn wind,
A cyclone of rainbow leaves,
Falls softly to earth.
By: D. R. DiFrancesco
On bended knee,
Bloodied and bruised,
I prayed for forgiveness,,
Hoping for nothing else to lose.
This was not to be,
With tears and head bowed,
Reciting the mantras learned as a child,
A blessing on me I hoped you’d endow.
Having spewn blasphemous epithets,
Having thought impure thoughts,
I was not worthy,
I could not receive the mercy I sought.
A victim to the sins of Adam,
Consumed by the treachery of Eve,
Am I doomed to the frailty of my being,
“Oh no!” I am told if only I believe.
So to what fate is my soul condemned,
To Satan’s dominion or Heaven’s charity,
This is a question of faith,
To ask of God for greater clarity.
We question life’s lessons and failures,
Yet in these, may reside the answers we seek,
As they say, “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”,
Quelling what is mortally weak.
Does a God exists, for this I am hopeful,
For if not then this is all for naught,
There’s no comfort in nothing, if you’re gone you’re gone,
Pray for veracity in what we were taught.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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That come-hither look,
The smile, the hush in your voice,
Sends chills up my spine.
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The rapiers blade,
Stings less than love forsaken,
On a starless night.
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Arrival of spring,,
Emboldens a passive heart,
Wakening young love.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Drenched and cold I cry,
Longing to be comforted,
By the warmth of you.
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Do you feel my pain,
Crying out from every pore,
To be understood.
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Echo my hearts beat,
Letting me know we are one,
One heart and one soul.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Can you hear my beating heart?
An echo in nights quiet,
A subliminal sound that you can’t ignore.
Can you feel my gentle caress?
Tender on your skin,
A chill up your spine that beckons you on.
Can you taste my loving kiss?
Soft and sweet on your longing lips,
A confection born out of passions throes.
Can you sense my warm embrace?
Enveloping your soul in romances glow,
A fire that burns white hot in an intimate affair.
All that I am I give to you,
A heart that beats for you,
A touch that longs for you,
A kiss thats deep for you,
An embrace that waits for you,
These are my gifts to you my love,
Now and forever.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
Wind blows icy and sharp,
Sidewalks caked in gum and grime,
Could pass for Art Deco,
If not for their hearts of stone.
A biting chill rising,
Stinging the prone soul,
The corner she calls home,
Talking and motioning to her alter-ego.
Wrapped in a windbreaker of plastic,
Once for someones rubbish,
Black and torn,
This, her life fortune.
Passers-by avoid her gaze,
The unseen don’t exist in their convenient world ,
While scorn cast its ugly breath upon her,
Disguised as laughter and whispers.
She’s gone now,
Passed away, put away, moved on,
Her home, white washed and sterile,
Did you even know who she was, did she ever exist?
She could have been your mother,
Possibly a sister or a family friend,
Someone you could have loved,
She could have even been you.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
A quite stream,
Meandering its way over sand and stone,
Shows no beginning,
Leaves no end.
Slowly changing its destiny,
Evolving over eons into something much grander,
Languid yet constant,
Magnificent in its determination.
Housed under an awning of green,
Running a marathon clear and cool,
While aiding stowaways on their epic journey,
Its own destination is uncertain.
It is life giving and life taking,
Giving vitality to both predator and prey,
Survival of the fittest,
Its beauty begets complacency.
Soothing sounds,
Bubbling and lapping as it follows its path ,
Serene and solemn,
Behold!…Natures finest hour.
By D. R. DiFrancesco
If only you could hear my thoughts
The aspirations I have for you
The love I feel for you
Would you be surprised
I have always been an idealist
For myself and those I cherish
Only yearning for the best for you
Taking pride in your little accomplishments
Offering up praise when you interrogate yourself
Anxiety and self-doubt were carefully sheltered from view
Constantly scratching and clawing,
Tearing up your insides in an attempt to escape
You kept them so well hidden
Your inner child cried for approval
I could not help but answer
I’ve always been susceptible to your tears
Drawing you close
Imbibing your insecurities
Reassuring your soul that you are worthy
This is not who you are
Looking in the mirror
You don’t see what I see
You are beautiful
You are unique
You are you
*Image from confident1.com
Dom DiFrancesco 