Tag Archives: positive

In The Angriest Sky

In the angriest sky

Peace doth prevail.

Her rains, the tenderest kiss

Baptizing this poor sinner.

Look not upon her in dismay,

For beyond her blackness is light.

A serenity beyond outward appearance

Offered to thee if thine eyes you will open.

All is not as bleak as thou believest,

Thy turmoil is but momentary,

Soon to depart if thou wilt allow,

Affording ingress to a brighter day.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A New Day

A new day,

Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,

Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.

The chance for a fresh beginning,

A farewell to the past.

Yesterday is gone,

Relegated to history…never to return.

‘Tis the beauty of birth–

Offered with each midnight stroke

Comes the infancy of the virgin day.

Is this not a wondrous affair,

A gift not to be squandered?

Wallowing in regret serves no one,

Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;

Lashing out violently–

Becoming master if permitted.

Embrace this moment,

Releasing the past to its tomb.

O’ the possibilities that await us,

With the opportunity to be reinvented

–By the casting of our dreams.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Pondering The Path Of My Oft Written Word (Sonnet)

Pondering the path of my oft written word,

So much of my ink reeks of despair.

Wallowing in pity and the ills of this world,

Finding negativity to be very unfair.

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Feeding and nurturing causes nothing but harm,

Perpetuating sadness to a greater degree.

Raising awareness and causing alarm,

Missing the good in all that I see.

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Regret fills my heart for its adverse contribution,

Changing its path is my journey of life.

Believing in love instead of divine retribution,

Destined for virtue not sorrow and strife.

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Sustaining the horrors of this world denies change,

Perpetual harm and devastation does it arrange.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Astounding (Sonnet)

Astounding are those that look for reasons to be unhappy,

Conspiracy theories, news of the day meant to depress.

Written to convince of their literal trappings,

Our joy these words are designed to suppress.

These fools like sponges absorb utter nonsense,

Wringing out their bile in attempts to bait.

To the logical man these issues make no sense,

How much clearer must I say it, so not to restate.

Misery loves company as the old saying goes,

If willing to engage in this game.

An illness instilling more harm than will show,

On all but yourself you will blame.

Let not the lure of negativity entice you, destructive to the mind in the end,

Look for what’s positive it will surely enrich you, your body and soul it shall mend.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~