Tag Archives: poetry

A Cold Kiss (Sonnet)

A cold kiss lay frozen on crimson lips

His tears could not thaw her icy chill

Thy soul to sea as fare so many ships

Whose lose pain could never fill

O’ slab, coarse for so delicate a flower

How I wish that I could soften thee

Yet I have it not in my mortal power

Into the hands of God must it be

Fairest maiden how I long to offer thou comfort

Though separated many worlds apart

Couldst I have quenched thy terminable hurt

Nay–sorrow be still my beating heart

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O’ my dearest Juliet, I am dead to this world without thee

With this bitter nectar reunited soon we shall be

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Grand Plans

Grand plans, so many have I had,

Scribbled on scrap paper,

Bled onto soggy bar napkins,

Etched into the walls of my mind

As you, I’m sure have likewise done.

Isn’t this our way?

A human fault, or perhaps a gift depending on one’s perspective.

These dreams, this plan is what makes our time so glorious,

For without these, our finite period would be mundane.

I can not imagine another breath without them.

We must fuel the flames of hope, nurture our deepest desires,

Those that keep us moving forward into every new day,

Isn’t this our way?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Desert Heats Collapse (Tanka)

Desert heats collapse

Banished back to whence it came

The abyss of Hell

Welcome the chill of Heaven

With falls gracious arrival

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Brinkmanship of Fools

Brinkmanship of fools

Buffoons clutching at the rope

Game of Tug-O-War

A nation’s demise the prize

For their own self-interest

Not our finest hour

As default edges closer

A vicious cycle

Returned to our beginning

Tyranny and oppression

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Do Not Cower in Darkness (Cyclical Rubaiyet)

Do not cower in darkness, in this imaginary fear

The black is nothing but starkness, in one’s own mind my dear

A thing of fairytales and nursery rhymes and legends of all kinds

Impotent in daylights harshness, our worries disappear

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Oh…the tricks and fears we dream with our active mind

No matter how many tears we cry there are always more to find

Dry your eyes my little one, for none of this is real

As daylight wanes, evening nears, dreams and nightmares intertwined

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Time will tell that all is well, for I know quite how you feel,

Bedtime comes to room you dwell, to God you pray and kneel

With deepest hope your wishes and dreams most in earnest hear

Before you know as parent this same to your own children heal

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHORS NOT: This poem was inspired and modeled after the Persian Rubaiyet form introduced to me by Jen over at Blog It or Lose It, please check out her blog, I think you will enjoy it.

Pray Tell (Sonnet)

Pray tell–Does the universe despise me?

Beleaguered by torment and pain;

I drown as a ship down at sea,

No longer having anything to gain.

Projecting my anguish on others unknown,

Fate lies beyond the boundaries of my soul.

Smiles and laughs behind stone faces shown,

Nothing left of my heart, but a bottomless hole.

Tell me where…oh where does blame lie?

Surely without I am most convinced.

A belief to the day this body dies,

As casket lid closes on my last pain winced.

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Could it be–that perhaps it is I, that has all along been to blame,

None other than me by my God given name.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Beautiful Smile

A beautiful smile, a tender face like your mothers,

A generous heart, we should not compare to the others.

You are not them, you are you, wonderous you,

Be proud of that, forever and ever remain true.

Though mistakes will be made my youngest one…

Know in your soul that you are the light of my day, my morning sun.

Judged more harshly than your sister or brother,

This was not my intention, I would never hope for another.

You are perfectly perfect just the way you are,

Bright as the celestial comet or a shooting star.

In your own way, you bring joy to me with every passing day,

Your laugh, sense of humor, funny faces, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Each of you was born into this world with a gift,

Though oftentimes elusive when ensconced in siblings rift.

This is how it always is and how it has always been,

Its just how humans are, it has never been a sin.

Some are born with smart of book, others with common sense,

Some are gilded with a gift of the arts, while some remain on the fence.

This my sweet–is not a defect or a flaw instilled at birth,

Nor a judgement of your character, or a measure of your worth.

For you are worth the world to me, in all you are with your spirit free,

As I watch you mature and grow to become who you will be.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Castle in Ruins (Tanka)

Montezuma Castle circa 1887
Near Camp Verde, Arizona

Castle in ruins

Never Montezuma’s home

The white man’s mistake

Thinking that he knew it all

Only to find he was wrong

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Montezuma Castle is located in the Verde Valley of central Arizona, along a tributary of the Verde River called Beaver Creek. The Verde Valley provides a natural corridor and trade route between the southern desert and the northern plateau, and has been inhabited at different times by several different cultures.

There is evidence of Paleo-Indian hunter-gatherers in some parts of Arizona that date as far back as ten thousand years. In the Verde Valley, there is direct archeological evidence of human habitation dating back only about two thousand years, although it is almost certain that people were there long before that.

From about 600 to 1100 AD the region was occupied by a people with ties to the Hohokam, a major culture centered around present-day Phoenix. The remains of pithouses—one-room structures built of rock, mud, poles and sticks characteristic of the Hohokam culture—can still be found in the area. One such pithouse is on display at Montezuma Well, five miles to the northeast of Montezuma Castle along Beaver Creek… More

 

I Lay Prone

I lay prone before God,

Am I worthy of the gift he offers?

I have done nothing to deserve his graces,

His mercy, his saving, especially from myself.

I do not change, I am sinful as I was born to be,

As we were born to be by our father and mother.

Adam and Eve cursed me to a lifetime of sin,

Simply by their failure to obey,

Failure to obey their hunger and thirst for understanding.

This is where it all began,

The anger, the hatred, the intolerance,

This is where the eternal struggle began,

Of good and evil, Heaven and Hell, I bow before it,

Afraid of what I am and what I will become if I fail to comply.

I wander from one phase of mortal understanding to another

Though in the end, I find that I understand nothing.

I am but a grain of sand embodied in ignorance,

Destined to wander this earth searching for answers

Answers that have laid dormant within me,

But I was too frail to see.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Diamonds, Silver, Gold (Tanka)

Diamonds, silver, gold

You never asked for treasure

My love was enough

Nothing more could I have asked

From this uncertain world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~