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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 ~~

 

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

Fear-mongering And Terror

Fear-mongering and terror

Spouted from the hallowed halls.

Worry not they shout,

We are here to protect you,

We know better than you,

We know the dangers.

Think…

At what cost?

They ask us to trust them,

Give us just a little they say,

Just a touch of your freedom.

It’s for a noble cause!

We only need it for a short while.

Like fools we consent;

Placating us under their umbrella of protection.

With each fearful rant they ask for more.

See how we kept you safe,

Nothing has happened,

But they are out there

Waiting to pounce,

They want you dead!

Asking one more for ounce of our liberty;

We gladly give it with a relieved smile.

Rumors of anxiety and dread persist,

Appeals subside,

They won’t know,

Devouring our freedoms under cover of darkness.

Alphabet soup can keep it hidden,

NSA, CIA, FBI and the rest.

Considering us ignorant and weak.

Reading our mail,

Listening to our most intimate calls,

Perusing out texts,

Nothing is private,

Nothing is sacred,

Our lives, open books for their amusement.

I ask you…

Who are the terrorists now

And who are the lambs?

Our way of life is eroding,

Just as the oligarchy has long-planned.

Extremists can sit back and watch,

As we surrender our greatness,

Under a cloud of fear,

Never having to fire another shot.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Tale Of The Jersey Devil – A Dark Poem

The wind it howled through dark of night

Father stammering in paralyzing fright

He hid me deep in closet bare

Eyes wide open through slats I stare

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The growl it came on putrid breath

I feared the end a gruesome death

Father held tight as the door it rattled

Futile to fend an unnatural battle

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Slowly the door it did part from it’s frame

Demon’s eye I see glowing red as a flame

Father held tight, just as tight as he could

But he knew in short order his strength fail it would

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The beast it did shriek as father fell to the floor

Claws round his throat he threw father at the door

With a horrible thud bleeding and prone

Father lay silent and I cowered alone

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I could see cloven feet moving this way and that

Flapping leathery wings as if clipped from a bat

It spit as it growled from between fang laden jaws

Destroying our cottage with yellow curled claws

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It’s face was not human, nor of beast of the earth

Larger than a man in it’s height and it’s girth

The horns that did sprout from the top of his head

Certain in a moment I surely be dead

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It clawed at the closet breaking slat after slat

‘Til the drool from it’s fangs fell inside pitter-pat

I curled in the corner as best that I could

Live another night I prayed to God that I would

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The stink of the devil almost more than I could bare

As lice and maggots fell from his feathers and his hair

With one longing screech as spit ran down the wall

I closed my eyes and held my breath as the satan’s tail did fall

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Then as fast as it came it turned and did run

Back into the pines from whence it did come

Leaving claw marks and stench behind in it’s wake

This night we were lucky for no life did it take

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Battered and bloodied was my father its true

No worse was I for the terror gone through

This story’s been told, handed down through the ages

Written in books filling volumes of pages

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Still there are those who refuse to believe

‘Til receive they a visit on one dark moonless eve

Jersey Devil of the pines unannounced makes his call

The season matters not winter, spring, summer or fall

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The son of Mrs. Leeds, cursed long before birth

Banished to the forest amongst pine and marshy firth

Spawn of the Devil to live immortal life

Its best to guard your sons and daughters and your wife.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

This poem is based on the Jersey Devil, the longest lasting piece of lore in the state of New Jersey, originating in 1735. This website, WeirdNJ gives one rendering of what the Jersey Devil is supposed to look like along with a good bit of information about it’s origination and actual sightings of the devil.

I grew up in this area and lived there until about 12 years ago. It is an absolutely beautiful area along the southern coast of New Jersey, that is of course unless it is nighttime and you are lost in the Pine Barrens.

Black of Night – A Tanka

Image Credit: creepypasta.wikia.com

Image Credit: creepypasta.wikia.com

Steeped in black of night

Dangers lurk in the shadows

Like things of nightmares

Evil and malevolent

Though certainly spurious

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~