I am not a wise man,
Questions–I have so many,
A seeker am I.
No–this is not a complaint.
My path is profoundly worn,
Worn by ancestors
All belonging to my tribe,
My brother humans.
Neither the first nor the last;
Others will travel this road
Leaving blood and sweat
As markers of their journey…
Of this I am sure.
I take solace in this fact
That I’ve not ventured alone.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.
Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.
Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.
Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.
Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.
Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.
Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: This was the very first poem that I posted on WordPress back on June 30, 2012. I haven’t read this poem in a very long time and fortunately I still like it. I thought it might be nice to sprinkle a few pieces into the mix that many of you may not have seen. I hope that you like them. Thank you all for the long time support that you have shown me, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.
Beauty fades;
Stripped of color
Under unrelenting sun.
Once vibrant petals
Brown and crumble,
Scattering dust and seed
To the four winds.
A life run its course
Gives birth to the next generation
Through its death in the dawn of spring.
Never regretting,
Never questioning its fate
It gives itself unapologetically
For the propagation of their future.
As with all living things
We are here for a brief time
To live,
To spawn,
To die,
Returning to the earth
From which we came.
A cycle that has repeated itself
For eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ what sorrows hang under the placid moon,
Beguiled as we wait before an open tomb.
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Unexpectedly passing in horrid way,
O’er the hilltop, contorted and lifeless you lay.
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Cowardly murderer ran with haste from his deed,
Hiding as rats will do in thicket and weed.
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Hide from God! You most certainly cannot,
Judgement at the gates will harshly begot.
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O’ dear Alicia…how young and innocent you were,
Just a child– Undeserving of a life to pass as a blur.
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While the foul miscreant thrives and lives on,
Corrupt of conscience, never considered you were gone.
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O’ how the parents grieve for their little lost soul,
All while this pariah slithers into Satan’s black hole.
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Squalid tomb– Why take solace in so young a life?
So cold, so final, no comfort to the progenitors strife!
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Judgement befitting the crime, our earthly courts did not levy,
Cries for hanging be raised at the hands of a justified bevy.
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No! Justice in this lifetime is not to be,
Pray God, Hell’s hanging tree hath a place for he.
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As the tomb eternal be sealed from the light,
Candles pay homage to a life once so bright.
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A place be laid for you Alicia…at the foot of God’s throne,
For all to take comfort that you will never be alone.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
