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What Lies Beyond We Can Never Know (Sonnet)

What lies beyond we can never know,

To fear the unknown is for the spirit weak.

Perception is purely what we show

And carried on the words we speak.

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When we offer love to those who need,

Love returns a thousand fold.

Through this we plant a heavenly seed,

Divine this spirit we cannot hold.

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Ours is not to gather and hoard,

But to share all that we’ve been graced.

These good deeds will never be scored,

Nor should we count the blessings placed.

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This is why I believe we’re here, to help those who have lost their way.

This is how it has always been though often times we neglect to portray.

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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 ~~

Were Today Thy Last (Sonnet)

Were today thy last, wouldst thou giveth all ye had,

Or wouldst thou hoardeth as the miser does.

Hiding his worth from all his lasses and lads,

Vowing to take it with him as if thy soul it was.

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Foolish art thou who believeth this lie,

For nothing of this world shalt survive the beyond.

To ash it doth turn on the day that we die,

It matters not how precious nor how fond.

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Thy treasures are but bobbles, no worth doth they hold,

Once thou hath taken thy deep and final breath.

Arrogance and greed, both foolhardy and bold,

Revealed as thou art lowered to thy grave upon death.

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Giveth now with the fullest of hearts for thy time upon earth is but brief,

Resulting in lightness and joy in thy heart to thy soul this shalt come as relief.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Joy in the Melody of the Sparrow’s Song (Sonnet)

Joy in the melody of the sparrow’s song,

I sit in wonderment at the skies varied palette.

As though an observer, I feel I don’t belong,

Second fiddle in this heavenly ballad.

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Yet my premise is false, I am part the story,

Woven into the fabric of our universe.

Sharing in its pain and relishing in its glory,

Though my time is for certain most terse.

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Revealing in it’s beauty, I’m astonished by the day,

How perfection could have happen by chance.

A Universal Spirit must surely have had it’s way,

In this earthly and spiritual fire dance.

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With each passing day, O’ how little I know,

Though I wouldn’t miss the chance to see the show.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ Brilliant Bud (Sonnet)

O’ brilliant bud, how thy beauty fills me,

Looking upon thy delicate petals bloom.

Heaven sent–I see birth within thee,

Erupting with grace from nature’s womb.

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How perfect art thee O’ simple flower,

Delicately sculpted by the hand of God.

Splendid creation through wondrous power,

Where mortal man darest not trod.

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Thy life doth mimic that of our own,

So brief, blooming into the loveliest rose.

Until thy beauty fades as time hath shown,

Returning to dust, on north wind blows.

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Regrets they’ve none for none required,

When thy final day comes and ye lay down tired.

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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 ~~

 

Love Unspoken Envelops Me In Joy (Sonnet)

Love unspoken envelops me in joy,

Beyond words, you and I have grown.

True to the heart this is not a ploy,

Thoughts and actions my passions have shown.

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I need not a word to know that you’re there,

Trials and tribulations have proven faith.

Through good and bad together we’ve shared,

By my side you stayed so unlike a wraith.

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My love, love though fickle it be,

Cannot deceive once newness fades.

In you in silence your tenderness I see,

With an affection strong as balustrades.

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Product of time is this comfortable skin,

One I would never shed to begin again.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Winter Winds Cross Barren Fields (Terza Rima Sonnet)

Winter winds, screech angrily cross barren fields,

Brutal and unforgiving without relent.

While livestock and crop to natures wrath they yield.

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Annually recurring without consent

Praying for relief from weather’s harsh fury

She is steely firm and she will not relent.

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Corrals succumb to Jack Frost’s frozen slurry.

Cornstalks and wheat are like skeletons slumping,

Coated by blizzard and skies gentle flurry.

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This icy grassland under shod foot clumping,

Springtimes thaw all things naturally await.

To tree branches and twigs their beat is drumming.

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Waiting for the cold’s icy grip to abate

With renewal of crops our livestock they wait.

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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 ~~

 

Hearts In Fondness (Sonnet)

Hearts in fondness through distance do grow

Realizing in separation what for granted they take.

Something only two true lovers would know,

The commitment to each other the couple did make.

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Irrational though sometimes the heart may appear

It knows what it wants without the logic of mind.

Enveloping in love the one held most dear

Just as it did at the beginning of their time.

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Fickle they say is the lovers true love;

Blind to the dangers that lurk just beyond.

Intentions more pure than the whitest of doves,

Laid bare for the unfaithful their heart to abscond

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Though pitfalls abound on this journey of the ages,

Not one thing would I change as this book turns its pages.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~