WILLIAM P. FRASCA
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COPYRIGHT 2003 WILLIAM P. FRASCA
The feathers of the peacock were twinkling in the sun.
With the pigeons on the rooftop pecking each other's feces for fun.
Cats in the alley waiting patiently for their food,
And the dogs sneaking behind them in a hungry mood.
Garbage thrown out of windows became a feast for some,
Rats fighting over these tasty morsels until they were done.
Vendors selling unknown chow that is all a stomach could stand,
People devouring everything like animals and eating with their hands.
Soup kitchens are open preparing a free meal for the needy,
And all that attend this so-called banquet are definitely not greedy.
This disgusting food chain could make the healthy become sick,
So disregard everything that is hideous and consume it quick.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
One hot day in June I married my wife,
This was the highlight of my life.
There our love came in on a dove,
Giving us a girl as pure as the clouds above.
Julianna was our little princess in everyway,
And everyone treated her that way.
She gave us great joy, but before we knew, our love totally grew.
A second blessing arrived this was so true,
Her beauty was stunning and she was our princess too.
We named her Angelica, which gave us a clue,
To bless and keep this loving family together like glue.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
Today was my forty-seveneth birthday,
Expecting it in everyway to be a special day.
But as usual all my precise wishes,
Turned into a school of dead fishes.
First it was going so good,
Bringing me joy as I hoped it would.
Everything was so perfectly right,
Thinking this feeling would last until night.
Grabbing all the happiness that I could,
As well as I expected it should,
But without warning a gremlin entered the picture,
Sabotaging my special day like an evil fixture.
Absolutely not understanding,
Why this day is always a misunderstanding?
Birthdays are a celebration of one's life,
A time frame which shouldn't convey any strife.
Every year this event gives me a fright,
Not knowing when to expect the bite.
Why can't I with all my power and might,
Stop this day from shutting the light?
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
A refrigerator was delivered in a big box,
Which fit it like a perfect sock.
When discarded and left in front of my door,
It was unbelievable that it could be used for more.
The children proclaimed it and made a fort,
Putting themselves inside and other things of sort
When they were finished with their quest,
A bird arrived and built a nest.
It stayed there until animals came as an unwanted quest,
Then my neighbor needing it forced them all to go west.
Finally used as collecting garbage was its final test,
Now recycled to new products and utilized at best.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
My mind was wandering in so many different directions,
That my body was ready for a very long vacation.
Each minute the burdens became unbearably unfit,
Bringing only medevil thoughts and making me a misfit.
Pain was suffocating me like a plastic bag,
Making all of my life's achievements totally sag.
Going back an all that was completed,
Sad that it couldn't be repeated.
Looking into the furure seems very grim,
With the light at the end of the tunnel truly dim.
Only existing by going through the motions,
With no relief in sight of a promotion.
Accepting all new things that were being tried,
Still burning up inside me as though I was fried.
The emptiness of my existence which was accomplishing nothing,
Searching always for that certain something.
History proves this happens in the changes of one's life,
With the mind and body creating such an aggravating strife.
Realizing suddenly as the years pile on,
That paranoia increases with everyday gone.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
While jogging through the park, it suddenly became very dark.
There was a loud terrifying boom, followed by a strong feeling of doom.
Upon looking at the sky, a blavk cloud immediately passed by.
The tres, grass, and flowers turned totally gray,
Which obviously shouldn't happen in the begining of the day.
The light of the morning sun had banished,
Faster than the bluebird's song that vanished.
The animals all heard the petrifying clatter,
And instantly they chaotically began to scatter.
The enormous frightening sound came from the river,
Which made my heart pound and my body shiver.
While I was slowly creeping and seeking.
There were people looking and weeping.
What we were witnessing didn't make any sense,
It was the deliberate mass murder of innocence.
Looking at this catastrophic devastation of total destruction,
Creating nothing bit a horrific and hideous production.
Filling the air with anger, hatred, helplessness and sorrow,
Praying that there will be a tomorrow.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca
The fantasy continues indefinitely
Bringing unexpected dreams and thoughts,
Leaving the imagination endless.
William P. Frasca
Copyright 2003 William P. Frasca