Monthly Archives: May 2014

Unwanted Feeling

Unwanted feeling

Poking at me since my youth

Jealousy–blinds me

I struggle to overcome

This horrible addiction

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With HA: By Virtue of Words

Looking Through The Haze

The Dove - Alex Alemany

The Dove – Alex Alemany

Looking through the haze toward distant shores,

She knows that her love is here no more.

“Lost at sea” the cable said,

Whereabouts unknown they presumed him dead,

But nothing on earth or in heaven can quell,

Her hope against hope it was wrong what they tell.

Still the solitary dove of the purest of white,

Could not quench her anguish as day turned to night.

With palm against pane her pain tore too much,

At the strings of her heart he could no longer touch.

Then a tear weaved its way down her fair tender cheek,

As the knot in her throat silenced her effort to speak.

All she could do was weep for him that was lost,

Ne’er to give up no matter the cost.

She promised him her love forever and all time,

To him and him alone his memory enshrined.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Prompt #7 – “The Dove”

Storms (A Lover’s Story)

Storms are not relegated just to the sky,

They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.

Torrents of lust and passions bold,

In each others arms their instincts hold.

 

Control and thoughts most surely fleet,

As pheromones lead them off their feet.

Entwined their hearts will finally merge,

Giving in to primitive animal urge.

 

In shuddering release the stars ignite,

No longer capable of offering up a fight.

With tender caress the lovers complete,

Off they drift to sleeps retreat.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

We Aren’t Born To Hate (Haiku)

We aren’t born to hate

Instead it is something learned

~~ Taught by ignorance

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Antagonists Prod (Tanka)

Antagonists prod

In hopes of confrontation

With their jagged barbs

This I refuse to allow

They just aren’t worth the effort

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tell Me

Tell me you are not moved,

Tell me the innocence does not stir your soul.

The joy in their youthful faces,

The way their eyes smile before the camera.

 

Tell me you don’t weep for the parents,

Tell me you don’t shed a tear for their tears,

The lose and the pain,

The feelings of helplessness.

 

Tell me this tragedy is justified,

Tell me this crime is ordained by God,

The cowards hiding behind religion,

The animals stealing the innocent for profit.

 

Tell me, why did the outrage take so long,

Tell me what the world is waiting for,

The children to fade from memory,

The guiltless to die.

 

Tell me they will be brought home safely,

Tell me they won’t remember the horror,

The torture of separation,

The terror of being alone.

 

Tell me this will not happen again,

Tell me that education is not a crime,

The girls are our future,

The criminals will be brought to justice.

 

Tell me…

Tell me if you can.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Alone He Sits And Cries (Tanka)

Alone he sits and cries

Night after night for a home

Scared of the darkness

He is new to this world

A pup looking for a home

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Simple Jar

A simple jar caked in dust,

Its seal unbroken for many a year,

Left to the unabating chill of its tower cell.

Where did it come from,

Who left it to its lonely existence?

This solitary place of the hardest granite,

Cold and dark, leaves me bathed in anguish.

Was it abandoned for fear of some great chimerical creature,

Some nightmare from ancient mythology?

Perhaps a split tongued, beaked devil thrusting leathery wings?

What mystical secrets might this vessel reserve?

If only it could speak; what mysteries, dark and erratic might it tell?

Tales of knights, sprained, bent and broken in the heat of battle,

Witches, warlocks, sorcerers, bent on destroying its enigma,

Creatures from the pits of hell sent to capture it for Satan’s purposes,

Fair maidens sacrificed in its ultimate defense.

All this buried so long ago in its fortress tomb,

Protected by a simple jar caked in dust.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #7

 

I Entertained The Thought of Loving You

I entertained the thought of loving you,

But a selfish heart was blind to all except its own conceits.

No time for anyone else,

Nothing but what satisfied its needs.

You offered love,

You offered kindness, compassion and passion,

The fool that I was missed it

Or chose not to see it.

Really–what’s the difference;

Blind is blind,

Ignorance is ignorance,

Splitting hairs is all that it is.

Does it really matter what its called?

You said you were leaving,

Did I try to stop you…

No!

I watched you walk away;

Not one tear in my eye,

Nary an ache in my heart,

Only perhaps a touch of relief for the freedom.

It makes me sick to think about it,

Embarrassed, ashamed.

Years passed and chance reared its head,

You never gave up on me,

Never hated me as I hated myself.

Your love for me remained though I didn’t deserve it.

I was not worthy.

I eventually grew up, throwing aside my childish ways,

Realizing that who stood before me was exactly who I wanted,

Exactly who I wanted to give my love to.

You took me in,

Sheltered me,

Loved me,

Forgave me my insensitivity,

My foolhardiness;

Never reminding me of it..

How can I ever thank you enough for saving me

…From myself

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Human Trafficking (Tanka)

Human Trafficking

The world stands by and watches

Little girls for sale

Stolen in the name of God

By hypocrites and devils

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~