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The Charm and The Grace of this Medieval Town

The Village On The Hill By Mary Stubberfield

The Village On The Hill By Mary Stubberfield
Prompt by Jeremy Farmer – Jeremy’s Daily Challenge
Picture This Monday 13 January

The charm and the grace of this medieval town,

This village on the hill from fairy tales I’ve found.

My imagination consumes me actively running wild,

I make-believe this is my world, dreaming like a child.

A coffee in the square at a quaint little cafe’,

Shopping and bartering, children at school and play.

The smell of bread baking from the house on the right,

The sound of babies crying as they go to sleep at night.

The hustle and bustle of commuters heading home,

Reuniting with loved ones who’ve spent all day alone.

A kiss on the cheek and a warm and loving embrace,

They sit down to dinner in their pleasant usual place.

Perhaps a night in or an evening on the town,

Spreading out a blanket over the cool and grassy ground.

Staring at the stars in the moonlit summer sky,

The young fall in love as shooting stars go by.

These things that I see in this village on the hill,

Are just my imagination, my mind with pleasure fill.

It sounds so charming, this town from time of old,

With beauty much more precious than diamonds or of gold.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt by Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 13 January

Carols By The Fire (Tanka)

We Drink Because We’re Poets –  We Drink Inspiration –  Poetry Prompt #006

Carols by the fire

Electric Yule log ablaze

Singing out of tune

Like the late great Lawrence Welk

We’re drunk on tiny bubbles

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Peace, Goodwill Towards Men

Peace, goodwill towards men–

I believed this once,

A long, long time ago it seems.

I can still remember her smile,

The love of my life,

Us…hand-in-hand,

Not a care in our perfect little world.

And the kids–

Oh how they loved Christmas.

Not just the presents,

The paper, the bows,

But the time we spent together.

We were a family,

A perfect design by Hallmark.

Now she’s gone,

The years were not kind to her;

And the kids–,

Grown, families of their own–

Don’t come around much anymore.

Hell, I don’t remember the last time.

The gesture of a card would be nice

Just to let me know they cared,

That they remembered me,

But no…

It was not meant to be,

Alone I sit, stranded for the holidays.

This wasn’t how I saw my later years,

Aged, lonely,

Awaiting the ghost of Christmas past.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt Word: Stranded

 Writing Prompt: Tuesday’s Thinking 17 December – By Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet

A Heart Thrashing…Sleepless (Sonnet)

A heart thrashing to the sound of the owls who,

Plagued with anxiety and exhaustion–the covers drawn.

Clutching and clawing at me every once in a blue,

I lie awake lock-jawed by this infernal yawning.

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Sleep–sweet sleep evades this troubadours brain,

Locked in battle with evasive slumber.

Constant swordplay wearies and drains;

Praying for conscious fade to black and umber.

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Tortured sleepless by jailers masochistic,

For hour upon hour seemingly without end.

Hopes of escape deemed deeply unrealistic,

No longer this life do I care to defend.

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What is one to do about this self-imposed draw-and-quartering,

But take broadsword in hand for the sandmans slaughtering.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Sleepless

Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 10 December Writing Prompt

I Chase After My Shadow

Ball Boy by Chris Jones

I chase after my shadow in hopes of pouncing

Its direction changing with each passing hour

In pursuit of the reddest of red balls bouncing

As red as reddest rose the tenderest flower

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To what purpose I know you’re most surely asking

How foolish this boy I know it seems

Dreams of tag and dodgeball basking

Ear-to-ear my smile brightly gleams

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A child at heart I choose to savor

Otherwise old and boring I’d be

Easily at home with juvenile behavior

Young in my mind and heart you can see

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How simple it is a boy and his ball

A game for one or many to play

Toss up and catch or bounce off the wall

It doesn’t really matter, it’s fun either way

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet Monday ‘s Masterpiece 21 October Prompt

Liquid Adrenaline

Liquid adrenaline

Black and hot

Steaming like a freight train

Running the gauntlet thrown before it

Breaking through

At once there is clarity

Dawn’s fog is lifted revealing the beauty of day

Sights, the smell opens like an obsidian rose

Delightful and powerful

Bold and aromatic

Temporary, yet easily repeatable

In bountiful varieties

Mine–deep, dark and strong

Undiluted by flavors

Coffee–crack in my cup

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Jem Farmer – The Boipoet -Tuesday Thinking Prompt – 24 September 2013

Prompt Word: Coffee

Insomniac (Sonnet)

Sleep evades I toss and turn

Begging for good nights rest

This is all for which I yearn

Searching for slumber in jest

Plague as a Vampire to obambulate

Passing hour after hour on end

Striving on my sanity confiscate

Of this my foe will not bend

Try as I might absolute I am sure

My struggle most nights will go on

An insomniacs fate for eternity endure

Lasting until I am gone

Maybe its time for Ambien’s magic

To sleep before body and mind go tragic

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Word: Obambulate

Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend – 21-22 September 2013 Poetry Prompt

Loved Ones (Sapphic Verse)

Stress and strife, what toll does it take on loved ones?

A marriage of absence does nothing but harm,

Your own progeny know you not in their lives

For selfish advance.

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Busyness has supplanted all else in life

Causing scars and pain invisible to you.

When its too late, only then will your eyes open,

Loved ones will be gone.

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Time is not something that is a luxury.

It travels fast and is gone before we know.

What a shame is your misplaced focus in life

Polluted by zeal.

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May you find happiness on this chosen path,

One you are traveling in solitary,

Blind to the sorrow of those that love you most,

Busyness your mate.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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We Drink Because We’re Poets – Monday Poetry Prompt #20 – Sapphic Verse – Word: Busyness

Another Dawn

Another dawn,

Sun breaching the adjacent apartment building.

This window open to the vibrant street below.

Oh, were I strong enough to step out,

To join the masses in the frivolity of the day,

But lo!  I am not so bold.

Day after day, Mitty-like I sit,

Alone with my thoughts

Dreaming of what could be,

What could have been,

The chivalrous me,

Rescuing damsels in distress,

Storming the castle,

Slaying the dragon,

Saving the day,

Or simply stepping foot on the sidewalk below,

Is that too much to ask?

I don’t know,

But one can dream can’t they?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Word: Mitty –  Meaning: noun: An ordinary, timid person who indulges in daydreams involving great adventures and triumphs.

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Jem Farmer – The Boi Poet – Words at the Weekend Poetry Prompt – 7-8 September 2013

History (An Acrostic)

How is it that mankind never learns

Images of the past are destined to repeat themselves

Since the beginning of time this has been true

The great, seemingly invincible, eventually fall

Obsessed with their own self-importance

Rarely realize they are collapsing under their own weight

Yielding the inevitable return to the dust from which they were created

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Phrase: Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history – Abraham Lincoln

 Jem Farmer – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 06 September 2013