Monthly Archives: January 2014

Little Thought Do We Give (Acrostic)

Little thought do we give at time of conception,

Isolated in our cocoon of lust and love.

Feeling as one, our sensual obsession,

Embraced in our skins like hand in a glove.

Another’s life we send on its wondrous journey,

No consideration given to responsibility taken.

Despite their affect on our futures, so blurry,

Doned in false wisdom we vow to ne’er be shaken.

Even in this arrogance the question must arise,

After time to ponder has settled our voice.

The seriousness of our action lay right before our eyes,

Having created something of beauty with or without choice.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Looking to Others (Tanka)

Looking to others
Many go seeking their joy
Never finding it
Because it was never lost
It was in them all along
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Grow Weary Of This Eternal Fight (Sonnet)

I grow weary of this eternal fight,

Shackled to the rack of banker and coin.

Neither watch out for societies rights,

Instead every turn–a kick to the groin.

Warned of their evil for centuries past,

We heeded their warning ’til memories fade.

Enslave us they must, right on down to the last,

By our sweat and blood until death we have paid.

It stops not here for the cycle goes on,

Our children continue to pay on our debts.

We and our progeny are nothing but pawns,

On whose lives without conscience they’ve all placed their bets.

The greed of our system we claim best in the world,

Quite possibly it would be if the bankers we had hurled.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Reborn Every Day (Haiku)

Reborn every day
My latest chance to right wrongs
~ A superhero
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tears Are Emotion (Tanka)

Tears are emotion
Not defined by our gender
They are just human
There is no shame in crying
Unless you withhold the rain
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Was Dazed

I was dazed–confused
Quite unsure of my next move
Questioning what’s right
Intuition said one thing
But logic said another
Which one to follow
Has always been my downfall
Trapped among chaos
I ventured a leap of faith
Letting intuition guide
Instead of safety
I took the dare…
And I won
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Amazed (Haiku)

Amazed–dumbfounded

Why should I be so happy

Then again…why not

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Venom in Wretched Hearts Doth Flow (Sonnet)

Venom in wretched hearts doth flow,

Poisoning the mind, the body, the soul.

Sinking yellowed claws, they refuse to let go,

Dragging us down into blackened hole.

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Choosing to wallow in pity, our woeful state,

Winding path we refuse to veer.

Preferring to traipse the same abject fate,

As if it were something we held so dear.

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Nay–this is not how we were created,

With sorrow and fear to guide our way.

This truth could never be overstated,

If we change with the dawn of another day.

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Pessimism serves none, but the weakest of spirit,

But optimism doth breed success to those that will hear it.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Caligula Though Tyrant He Be

Caligula though tyrant he be, is not so unlike my chaotic mind,

Burned to the ground like Nero’s Rome, a cure oh so difficult to find.

Cries to the almighty gods, heaven sent go unanswered,

Eating at my senses and sanity like a cancer.

Why is it that the clarity of thought so often goes awry

When focus eludes me no matter how I try.

Is this a curse–a symptom of a troubled body and soul,

I know not, still it leaves me feeling less than whole.

Most fortunate to me is that it never long lasts,

A matter of hours or days is all it takes to pass.

Yet this is of no less a concern and satisfies me little,

Stunting my spirit like knife to wood wittle.

Alone I am not of this I am certain,

As this diatribe ends and I bring down the curtain.

Praying that soon this too will vanish,

Returning to me clarity from whence it was banished.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Events, Cohabitors of Life’s Stage

Events, cohabitors of life’s stage,

Script our actions like the strings of the puppeteer.

We are helpless, dribbling fools

In the glaring light of potential tragedy.

With nary a warning, change can be thrust upon us,

Rendering us helpless like children.

How awful the feeling,

Being strangled by crises uninvited, we succumb.

What does the universe want from us,

Constantly testing our resolve,

Raining on our parade ‘til we drown;

Then as if a cruel joke, tragedy is replaced by joy,

Happiness diluting stress.

Not that we ever hoped for the worst,

But that it had never transpired at all.

In retrospect doesn’t this all go toward our maturation;

Making us whole, defining who we are

And who we will become.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~