Shake, rattle and roll
A song or a way of life
What’s the difference
In either case fun is fun
Why not make this our motto
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: song
What Lies On Distant Shores
What lies on distant shores,
Buckets, pigeon holes, troughs for segregation.
Language, dress, birthplace do not an enemy make.
Where came this bitter misdirection?
Religion, culture, song, dance,
These are things of man’s creation.
Strip naked man and woman–
Lay them bare of their mortal inventions.
Confiscate their language, dress, birthplace,
Expropriate their religion, culture, song, dance,
Take all they have of this world;
What have they left?
Blood and skin and bone;
That which crumbles with inevitable death.
Hopes and dreams, emotions;
intangibles that define humanness.
Air, food, water, shelter;
That which sustains us.
Boundaries of man hold no sway over these.
We are but one species,
Born and consumed in life,
Until the day we return home
To the dust from whence we came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Simple Song (Shadorma)
Simple song
That no one can hear
In my heart
Bringing joy
And a fullness to this life
That no other can
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Windchimes (Haiku)
Windchimes play their tune
At the conductor’s pleasure
~~ Nature takes a bow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Give Love (Sonnet/Anaphora)
Give love so love remains
Give from the heart with every beat
Give from the soul until it sings love’s refrains
Give until you feel passions heat
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Live like today shall be your last
Live with gusto until hopes are fulfilled
Live until wildest dreams have surpassed
Live until the time that your heart has been stilled
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Sing your song with most joyous of voice
Sing with the gladness from heaven above
Sing with the song God gave by his choice
Sing all your days with kindness and love
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Cherish every moment for the gifts that they bring
For they pass by as quickly as an eagle on his wing
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Song In My Heart – A Haiku
This song in my heart
Each stanza sung just for you
A passionate tune
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer Nights – A Kyrielle
Summer nights in sweltering heat.
Crickets chirp ne’er miss a beat.
Cheerful song, devil-may-care.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Ribbit goes the frog in pond.
Male to female they both respond.
Spawning tadpole the two a pair.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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Heat of night does not deter.
Frog and cricket both concur.
Beautiful songs they both do share.
Like a knife cuts stagnant air.
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By Dominic R. DiFrancesco
Song For You
Songs sung– Sung to you
I sing to you– Songs of truth
You– I hold so dear
Never were my eyes so clear
Comfort me and all my fears
Love grows– As years pass
Subtle, soft and sweet it lasts
This– I know as true
This I knew as passion grew
Love will outlast time
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Welcome Spring
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Welcome sight the breath of spring,
Air so clear, air so clean,
Though we claim the cloudless sky,
It floats away regardless how we try.
From Heaven above to earth below,
We only see what Mother Nature will show.
She plays on emotion- the sun so warm and bright,
Sinks below horizon- we hold with all our might.
To no avail we say goodbye to the day,
Not to have it any other way,
Tomorrow will come and a new day will dawn,
Today is here and yesterday is gone,
Sun comes up as it always has done,
The birds will awake and greet us with song,
Renewal of soul does their singing bring,
As we welcome in a breath of spring.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
Night at the Symphony
The silence of sunset,
Birds return to their nests,
Resting from their day of song.
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Crickets rosin their bows,
Preparing for the evenings symphony,
While crowds await their glorious tune.
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The sun glows mandarin,
As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,
Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.
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As the last sliver of day sets,
The orchestra begins their performance,
Breaking the uneasy silence.
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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,
Originating from unseen musicians,
Thrill their awestruck audience.
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Wondrous are the players of the night,
Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,
Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.
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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,
Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,
Eliciting a most restful slumber.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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