Tag Archives: sadness

To Those Gone Without A Trace

To those gone without a trace,

What were your last thoughts?

What did you see?

What did you here?

To the  Atheists, did you find God?

To the Christians, did you ask Christ to save you?

To the Muslims, did Allah forgive you your sins?

This is not an indictment,

I would asked for all of this and so much more.

Did you feel abandoned?

Did your life flash before your eyes?

Did you see the faces of loved ones?

Did you hear the laughter of your children?

Surely I would have felt all of these things.

These questions bring me to tears.

I don’t know what I would think as I sat helpless,

And in the end would it really matter

In the face of impending doom?

These answers float on the wind,

And drift with the changing tides,

In places without names, undiscovered.

Know that wherever you are,

We think about you,

Hoping that your final rest is in peace.

Lost at sea.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Broken is the Heart of Man

Broken is the heart of man

When love is buried in sand

Sand of adultery–quick

Sinking romance like a brick

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Lost in passion mind is numb

Leaving wearer blind and dumb

Oldest fault–a mortal sin

Badge of shame in human skin

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Memories Dot Our Roadsides

Memories dot our roadsides,

Highway or rural it matters not.

Monuments hammered with tears serve as reminders,

Whitewashed, makeshift,

Adorned in faded flowers,

Bleached to muted hues by the noonday sun.

At times dressed with images,

Perhaps names or signs–loves of their lives;

Each one a silent storyteller.

Embarrassed, I often pass without offering a sympathetic glance,

Too consumed with my own circumstance to take notice.

This is not out of cruelty,

Nor is it for a lack of compassion,

But instead due to the chaos of everyday life.

Still–upon further reflection, I wonder…

Whose daughter, son, mother, father were they?

What story do they have to tell,

What were their hopes and dreams,

Are those left behind coping?

Questions are these for which I have no answer.

A solitary cross marks a souls final earthly moment,

Pleading to be noticed and remembered.

I hope to take the time, if only a moment

To wish their spirits well

And to pray for closure for those left behind.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Dear Son (Haiku)

Dear son–a man now

I must learn to let you go

~~ You have seen so much

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~~ 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 ~~

Voracity for Change

In the darkened halls etched with golden finery,

Do you admit the secrets they hold,

Shrouded in the shrouds of your jeweled cassocks?

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For how many centuries has this debauchery been veiled?

How many unchaste Satans lay in your webbed catacombs,

Venerated by the ignorant and blind?

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This is not an indictment of the faithful, the many tended sheep in your flock,

They are the innocent men and women…and child victims,

Venerated as martyrs before the universal mother.

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Have you forgotten your roots, roots steeped in love and in service?

Not service to yourselves for its benefit, but service to the thirsty progeny

Who you’ve nourished with scandal and dust.

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Knowingly, the devils amongst you receive shelter…You are evil as they!

You can not hide your sins from God Almighty, you immoral men!

Utter hypocrisy flows through your narrowed veins as sacramental wine.

 

Your restitution rings hollow…what of the innocence you’ve so ravaged?

Your treasures buy not your redemption– for the trustful can ne’er be whole again.

You vipers!…The solemnity of your vows lay thrashed by the Reaper.

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Heads bowed on bended knee– tears for transformation fall with no retort.

They ask not for scriptural emendation, only boundness before the Lord.

In consumptive fashion, pomp preempts substance from this Cardinal clan.

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What mold anewed will you lay before the disconsolate altar of the faithful?

Would it not be fair to portend that there will be nothing of substance to behold?

Only time will avow your voracity for change.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In The Daylight I Sit (Sonnet)

In the daylight I sit–tis dark as night

Not void of sun as one might think.

Emotions cloud every thought and sight,

Depressions hole I claw and sink.

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Sadness without good cause inflicts;

Caped in black to draw out life.

Pain…such pain this joyless fix

Cuts like a razor–damn bloody knife.

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Out of the blue this Satan creeps,

Slinking slowly to fill my head.

Of little comfort is nightly sleep

At times a prayer be better dead.

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All is not lost for this too shall pass

Though certain that this time will not be the last.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Finality of Life (Sonnet)

Finality of life remains elusive to the young,

No concept do they have of how fleeting is time.

We all had our anthems that as teens we had sung

Shouting out defiance in verse and in rhyme.

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Then age ushers wisdom and illusion fades away

Leaving reality as a cold and harsh fact.

We realize that living must be lived for today

For tomorrow is for fools who will never act.

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Maybe the young had the idea all along

To live fearless and only for the day.

Never considering what was right or wrong

Instead choosing to do things their own way.

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Now as our ends draw ever near, we realize what little time we are here,

Do today whatever you can, do not postpone out of shyness or fear.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Spirits Suffer Under Winter’s Wrath

Spirits suffer under winter’s wrath,

Testing one’s fortitude to it’s last.

With anger, depression, anxiety and stress,

Leaving our sanity in quite a mess.

One glimpse out the window, on an icy chill

Leaves us with nothing, but time to fill.

Stir-crazy or claustrophobic it matters not,

Being caged as animals, seems an evil plot.

Too dangerous to cross thresholds spiteful path,

Daring us to tempt fate with her frosty laugh.

Those who are bold may chance demise

And look at her face through watery eyes.

Hoping against frostbite or something worse,

That leaves you stiff under Jack Frost’s curse.

So maybe being cooped up isn’t so bad,

Compared to all that you could have had.

Hopefully being stuck with the ones you love

Doesn’t turn out to be such a terrible rub.

Just know that soon this too shall thaw

And leave you more joyful in springtime’s awe.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Ghostly Apparition (Sonnet)

A ghostly apparition on shoreline I spied,

Pacing to and fro through deep hours of night.

I thought from my window I captured her cry

From what must have been a terrible fright.

Dressed all in white from an era long gone

Stream of tears from my eyes I did shed.

Distress in her step and the pipers last song

This lover to her death must’ve led.

Legend exists of a star-crossed romance

Ending in the most tragic of ways.

They claim it occurred by strange circumstance

Young lovers they drowned in the bay.

When the shock finally passed nothing, but sorrow did I feel

There was nothing I could offer for her wounds I could not heal.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~