Turning a Blind Eye – A Tanka

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Turning a blind eye

Gives momentary relief

But changes nothing

Only actions gets results

Poverty kills if ignored

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Calls Go Unanswered – A Tanka

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Calls go unanswered

Are you not at all concerned

Like ships lost at sea

When late to arrive at port

We send out a search party

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There Are Times When I’ve Forgotten Why I’m Here

There are times when I’ve forgotten why I’m here.

So much is happening around me yet I feel powerless.

Overwhelmed, at times I wish to bury my head in the sand,

But this is not me!

I refuse to sit idly by, while others contribute?

I am not helpless!

I cannot be a passive observer of injustice,

As this would make me no better than they.

I will not stand by, oblivious to the callousness of man,

For what kind of man would that make me.

These are the enabler’s of genocide and war,

Bigotry, hatred and inequality toward our equals,

Repression of those of lesser will,

Arrogance and ignorance,

I will take no part in these travesties!

I do not need God to beseech of me,

For I already know what is right and good.

With this I will find my way on the straightened path,

My moral compass to guide me,

In my journey to affect change.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

These Dreams I Still Have

These dreams I still have

Remnants of a misspent youth

Still push me onward

Unlike many of our young

Lost and wandering

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Have we been failures

Left to fend for themselves

Both parents labor

This unavoidable plague

With our children as victims

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Our culture has changed

Families expendable

Futures uncertain

Their dreams are left in tatters

If they ever had any

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These dreams I still have

Are for our children’s futures

Prosperous and full

As mine was when I was young

Not something left in the past

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Funeral Pall – A Haiku

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The funeral pall

Somber in finality

Remember the good

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco

An Interminable Succession

Trapped in an interminable succession,

Love, hate,

Happiness, sadness,

Joy, anger

Tolerant, intolerant,

Fear, confidence,

Belief, disbelief.

This cyclone of existence, bleeds me from the inside,

Every ounce of energy expended to maintain equilibrium.

Ups, downs,

Highs, lows,

Gravitating my emotions in tumultuous ways,

Exhausting my spirit to the soul’s core.

I am left a molten mass,

Raw nerves exposed to open air,

Sensitive to every sensation,

Yet helpless to defend.

I guess I really am human after all.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Black of Night – A Tanka

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Steeped in black of night

Dangers lurk in the shadows

Like things of nightmares

Evil and malevolent

Though certainly spurious

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Eyes of the Righteous – A Haiku

zealots

Eyes of the righteous

Burn like smoldering embers

Igniting hatred

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Passion of Politics and Religion

Of this, I am as guilty as the rest.

Topics varied as politics or religion,

Taught at an early age never to discuss,

These are like powerful earth magnets

To man’s simple mind.

I am of the opinion that no two subjects can be

any more divisive than these.

Turning the mildest of men into mortal enemies

with the slip of the tongue.

I am not immune to this foible,

At times a slip, whilst other times

Thrown in venomous rage.

Can any one of us claim to have not done the same?

If yes…then they most certainly are liars.

What astounds is the passion,

Like that ensconced in two young lovers,

that politics and religion invoke.

Taunting red-faced opponents to spar

In a Battle Royale.

I have been both victor and defeated

In these most epic of battles.

Still I have not been deterred,

For my conscience would not allow it.

I have been the red-faced.

I have raised, nay, shouted to drown out my adversary,

Unwilling to consider an alternate view.

Oh yes…I have been guilty of tossing civility aside,

Of mannerisms befitting a child.

Would not a civil conversation have borne greater fruit?

Perhaps…perhaps not.

I have, as yet,, been unable to reign in my passions.

Remaining a convict to my own convictions,

I hope to one day receive parole

To discuss my opinions with ardor and civility.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Rhythm of the Sea – A Tanka

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Rhythm of the sea

White-haired crest of yawning waves

Like a symphony

Melodious, elegant

Tantalizing the senses

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~