Tag Archives: poetry

Circle of Love (Tanka)

Our circle of love
Forged in a golden token
Worn on our left hands
Once held sacred before God
Is now a Cracker Jack prize
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Real Legacy (Tanka)

Our real legacy
Is not shown by our net worth
But in our children
In their hearts and minds we live
Through memories and actions
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Love’s Storm

Love’s storm crashes

Upon the rocky shore of my heart.

Teasing blood and soul

Into tumultuous sea.

Catching each drop in the riptide;

Dragging it under,

Caressing it with tender arms,

Diluting the pain

Until two become fused.

One heart and one soul;

Fluid as the raging storm

That is our love.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Oh The Lies We Tell (Tanka)

Oh the lies we tell

To deceive our reflection

But fooling no one

The mirror–superficial

Cannot reveal the true soul

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Sweetness Fills The Air

Sweetness fills the air;

Scent of lilac and jasmine

Infused in my soul.

Like the tenderest embrace

You and I have become one.

Is this not true love,

The truest love known to man;

Eternally bound,

Two star-crossed lovers

Hearts beating in unison?

I say that it is!

Our bond cannot be broken,

Deaths grip holds no sway,

Matters of the heart survive

Beyond this mortal world

And into the next.

Our passions destiny,

Impenetrable;

Is our armor and our strength,

Warding off those who chastise.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Feel Not So Inspired

I feel not so inspired these days
The drudgery of our existence weighs heavy on me
Our division as a people
Who in times of crisis would unite
No longer seem capable of finding common ground
Certainly those that wish us harm must be in good humor
How foolish we must look
Dressed in our Sunday finest
Preaching…”In God We Trust!”
But trusting in no one but the self
I can do nothing to alter the fact
There is no election to hold
I can scream but no one can hear
Those in guilded monuments are deaf but to themselves
So here I sit with a cup of stale coffee
Choking down the morrning news
Chewing my nails to nubs in nervous anticipation
Only to be swallowed up in disappointment…again
Where are we going
I don’t think anyone knows
Those with the map…they too seem lost
Lost in their maze of arrogance
And we are the ones left in the darkness
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Life of Extravagance (Sonnet)

A life of extravagance looming large;

From gilded palace to jewelled robe.

Shepherd of man has failed his charge,

Faithful bewildered as xenophobe.

You undermine your Pope a spirit most humble,

For luxuries beyond the common man.

While continuing forth to suffer and stumble,

Creating a gluttons promised land.

You have lost all sight of your earthly charge,

Succumbing to frailties supposed immune.

Enshrined in greed and an ego large,

Treating your sheep as courtly buffoons.

Soon before God you will stand for your digression,

Praying to be spared Hell for your foolish obsession.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

So Much Blood

So much blood on my hands,

Dried, old, not my own, but mine none-the-less.

Brothers and sisters–I have died with you on the battlefield,

My heart cries with each beat for your lose,

For the sacrifices made over our centuries.

Each of your gravestones is etched with my name,

I am your pallbearer, your namesake, your progeny.

I place the flowers on your graves,

Not for your sake alone, but for mine,

How else could I repay you for your kindness,

Thanks alone seem so hollow.

Brothers and sisters–I love you,

You are in my every thought and prayer,

Take comfort that you will never be forgotten.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Cast Into Shadows

Cast into shadows,

A scourge on society

Like lepers banished.

The downtrodden vilified

Are treated as a burden.

Is this not unfair

Of those in authority

Trusted to do right?

By their own self-interest,

Those that need them most are lost,

Left to their vices

Just to dull the endless pain.

Their cries unanswered

Fade quietly in the night,

‘Til no longer seen or heard.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Heritage Gone (Haiku)

Our heritage gone

Bulldozed–some call it progress

Farms sold for profit

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~