Muddled Thoughts And Sour Mood

Muddled thoughts and sour mood,

So unlike for me to brood.


What and why I do not know,

Whilst I wait for it to go.


Twist of fate or slight of hand,

Either one would sure be grand.


To cheer me up and make me smile

Releasing me from this cursed trial.


But alas today it seems to be

Another day without much glee.


Clouds of pitch and torrential rains

Dampen my spirit and fog my brain.


Sure I know this too shall pass

For gloom this dark cannot last.


Until then most sullen I’ll be,

Awaiting the key that sets me free.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Rough Waters Recede (Haiku)

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Rough waters recede

Leaving stillness in its wake

Ebb and flow of life


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Echoes Of Laughter

Echoes of laughter

Smiling faces of children

–Innocence at play

Sights, sounds of another time

When being a kid was cool

The cries of hunger

Tears streaming down sunken cheeks

–Modern travesty

While the rich still get richer

Children starve for no reason


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Random Events

Torrential storm of random events

Beyond control your mood doth set

Thrusting outward in time repents

A heart in sorrow, forgiveness gets


I know not why I shelter inside

Negativity of others inside my mind

Or what I create I cannot hide

Instead of release ‘til death do bind


Should not happiness instill us all

Casting out that beyond control

Living in joy postpone bearer’s pall

Before its too late to corpse console


Random events are as they say

No path nor end hath fate defined

Life as we make and live this day

Should not be treated as a grind


Up to us all, our inner smile

Nourish and nurture to heart’s desire

Striving to best our every trial

Patiently dousing our temper’s fire


Easier said, more difficult to do

In this life we live on lease

Being as one with nature wrings true

Thriving and resting in peace


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Scars, fresh raised and red

Born of stainless razors edge

Bleed…to make me feel

Numb, I do not understand

What flawed design produced me

Sleeves long– Hide the shame

Attempts for naught this hollow fill

Am I all alone

Left to cut and poke and prod

To wake up the walking dead


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



Through trash bins,

Rubbish heaps,

Loitering beyond alley doors,

Waiting for “the good stuff”.

Jagged nails,

Through fingerless gloves,

Sort through treasures,

Maybe a doughnut,

Scrap of bread,

Half eaten burger,

A meal fit for a king.

Seen on steam grate mattresses,

Fetal curl for warmth;

Passersby arc wide birth

To avoid their touch.

Rain draws trash bag slickers,

Doorways, cardboard,

Rags for umbrellas,

Taxi’s thrown sludge sprays the invisible

With cities dirt and grim.

Will they be here tomorrow?

Will anyone notice their absence?

As their shopping cart sits idle

Ravaged by fellow unseen.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~