Does the Bird Worry (Tanka)

Does the bird worry

They know not of tomorrow

Only of today

Man alone shows his concern

For that which may never come

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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Raging Storms of Emotion

Raging storms of emotion

Depressing spirits,

Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.

Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,

Embodying our history as if the present,

Reliving it day after day after day.

This does not promote the fullness of life,

Rather it stunts our happiness;

That which is our God given right.

Healing begins with forgiveness,

Forgiving yourself…

Not for the despicable act

That which was not of your doing,

But for the effect it has on your soul.

It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,

They are not worthy–

Nor a requisite for healing.

This is your life,

Take it back,

Live in the light,

Dig deep within yourself,

Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you

–By your birth.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Would You Know

Would you know day were it not for night?

Would you know joy were it not for sadness?

Would you know love were it not for hate?

Would you know good were it not for evil?

Would you know right were it not for wrong?

Would you know the feminine without the masculine?

Positive would be nothing without negative?

Negative would be nothing without positive?

Things would simply be,

Unrecognizable from another.

Think of all that would be unknown.

Without this duality

The perfect would be imperfect

And all would cease to exist.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

I Am Resigned

I am resigned…

That I am but a drop in the greater waterfall of humanity.

Yet without me the waterfall would be incomplete.

Regardless of how seemingly insignificant

I am integral to this perfect design.

I take comfort in knowing that this world would be a different place without me.

World events today, our history would not be the same,

Nothing that is happening

Or has happened in this lifetime

Would have occurred precisely the same way without my existence.

What we do,

The love we emit,

The hearts we touch,

Ripple out into the world at large

Affecting everything and everyone.

Yes, I am resigned…

That I am but a drop in the greater waterfall of humanity,

But I am never discouraged.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

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 ~~

Incredible Is This Gift (Acrostic)

Incredible is this gift given to the homosapien

Man’s God-given ability to dream

Allowing the subconscious to come to the forefront

Giving the illusion of reality

Ingrained so deeply yet out of our control

Natural as breathing or the beat of our hearts

And yet it is overlooked and treated as fancy

Tilled into the earth, buried for eternity

Isn’t it strange how the mind plays its games

Omnipotent in its ability to set lifes stage

Ne’er leaving a trace when exposed to the light of day

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~