Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

Laugh I must at the things that I do,

Time and again the same mistakes.

Criticizing others, ignoring history true,

A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.


Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,

‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.

Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,

That my hand as in poker is a fold.


When will I learn to practice what I preach,

For more than short periods of time.

Following the path that is right within reach,

From this hole I’ll not have to climb.


Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.

Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Hidden Amongst Ash

Hidden amongst ash

Bones and memories still thrive;

Haunting the living,

Choosing not to let them go

They are invited to stay.

We welcome them in

Sharing with them–our futures,

Our hopes and our dreams,

Only to be left in chains

Imprisoned by our dark past.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



Ghosts are haunting me

Are they real or imaged

What does it matter

Things long dead keep appearing

Wanting to rejoin this life

This can’t be allowed

The past must be left buried

Buried forever

Like the fate of all dead things

To rest in peace–eternal


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


No Time

No time do I have for sadness,

No time for fear,

No time for what was,

No time for what should have been,

No time for what could have been,

Its all I can do to handle today,

To prepare for tomorrow,

To do better,

Be better than I was yesterday.

Anything else diminishes me.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~