A brothel of sorts–
This cesspool of words
Each a whore waiting for its next trick.
Johns–
Sentences,
Paragraphs,
Stories,
Poems,
Cheap and dirty,
Looking for a little love and affection.
Through the two-way mirror
Voyeurs read the filthy act;
Drooling over each thrust of the pen,
Until the climax
When the page collapses
In its ink soaked ecstasy,
Ah…such a sweet release.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Traveled far and wide
Never having left the house
Imagination
Running wild through the pages
Each chapter an adventure
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How eerily quiet it is
As dusk rushes in to part day from night.
The birds song falls silent,
Screaming to a deprived auditory,
A favorite time of day.
Providing respite to the senses,
Relief from the noise and chaos,
The pollution that ravages solace.
So few are these moments of silence;
The bombardment of the modern world sees to that.
Sights, sounds, electronics, social media,
Flooding, desensitizing, minimizing,
Reducing humanity to its possessions.
Instant gratification,
Constant entertainment,
Mindless busyness with little reward
Fill the hours of the every day.
Meditation,
Peacefulness of sleep,
Simple reading,
Communion with thoughts
Are endeavors relegated to antiquity if so ignored.
The natural joys of quiet revitalize,
Bringing balance to the imbalances of life.
With eyes closed, in silence,
The beating of the heart
Will become the song in the mind
Reconnecting spirit to nature and humanity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cerulean sky
Blackbirds singing in willow
Warm sun on my face
Perfect time for reflection
Under natures pergola
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Travel to cliffs of Scotland tall
Ancient cities with golden scroll
Coliseum of wonder your columns fall
Time, wind and rain have taken their toll
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Fairytale lands with walkways of gold
Rabbits, a queen and Mad Hatters
Through Grimm and Poe the stories unfold
Whether Jack and his beanstalk does itt matter
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Absorbed in Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
A cup of tea with Sherlock Holmes
Or Steinbeck’s exquisite Grapes of Wrath
When a Tree Grows in Brooklyn you’re never alone
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Traveling around the world in 80 days
Digging treasure on an island deserted
Meeting the end in Moby Dick’s’ way
Though Scrooge’s demise is diverted
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Dumas’ Musketeers are dashing them all
A letter of scarlet emblazoned
The howl of the wolf in the wild was called
Romeo and Juliet still amazes
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The beauty of words in fiction, poem or prose
Allows travel to faraway lands
Mystery, adventure or as love stories show
The pricelessness of books in the hand
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shafts of golden beam
Carry dust and dreams
Through panes stained
From winds and rain
Warming on a cold winter’s day
Secured from dhill, inside I will stay
A cup of tea in one hand
Envisioning holiday in a warmer land
Comfort in a good book I will read
In these I find all the solace I need
Nothings better on a cold winter day
Than a good book, hot tea and…
A mind allowed to stray
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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