Do unto others
As you wish be done to you
Simple and timeless
What’s so hard to understand
Love one another!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: September 2014
Mephitic Fool
Mephitic fool
On barfly stool
Swills his fifth of bourbon.
He sounds the alarm
Falls and fractures his arm
Now he needs a surgeon.
In a sling his arm hangs
Ivory cast helps the pangs
But not his inimical perversion.
Bartenders threshold was met
Exhaling vapor of cigarette
By poison now he’s unburdened.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24
Sallow Skies Erupt (Haiku)
Sallow skies erupt
Flashes dance in the heavens
Scorching the desert
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Born Of Arrogance (Tanka)
Born of arrogance
Ego–bullying nations
Cultivating hate
Surprised when once allies turn
Never learning from the past
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Save Me From Myself (Tanka)
Save me from myself
Me–my own worst enemy
Critical and hard
Judgemental and corrosive
I torture my soul
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shimmering Pavement (Haiku)
Shimmering pavement
Heats joyous dance on black stage
Fall is in the wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blackened Heart Draws Blood (Tanka)
Blackened hearts draw blood
Cross and careless with their words
Hate grows like a weed
How does passion turn so cold
Killing off those we once loved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Charm Of The South
Emboldened by the summer breeze;
Sun beating on my weathered face,
Gravel crunching beneath my leather shod feet,
Each step draws me further back in time.
Aging plantations blossom from manicured fields,
Emblazoned with flora befitting their past grandeur.
The smell of honeysuckle and cyprus fills the air;
Wondrous is this coalition of scents to the senses.
Wrought iron gates entangled with succulent ivy
Announce the arrival of weary travelers.
Startled… I flush with uncontrollable tears
To realize this beauty is merely a facade.
Hiding ugliness in vibrant color and polished hedge,
Fountains and statues scream of their opulence.
This walk, I so leisurely stroll is etched in blood,
Hoed by chain and shackle;
We gawk in awe at these marvels of charm.
Reminiscing over Scarlett and Rhett;
Nothing but celluloid dreams of an imaginary south.
What of those treated as lesser crops,
Bought and sold like cotton and tobacco,
Building, maintaining, harvesting and subserving;
Flesh and blood herded as cattle…or something less!
Where is the romance…where is the southern charm?
Remember on whose backs this was built.
Remember whose backs were broken for a profit.
Remember on whose backs these estates were preserved.
Only then can you look through clear eyes and clear conscience
At what these really were…
Prisons.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The “Ribbit” Of The Frog
The “ribbit” of the frog
Sitting on his lilypad,
He lashes out for winged morsels,
Mear bits to sustain–
He never complains.
Enough it is for him to sit
Watching day turn to night
And night to day.
Never bored,
Never desiring more,
He lives by heaven’s design.
Lazy–he is not!
Wanting for nothing
He is content.
I long to be like the frog
Taking only what I need,
Wanting nothing more,
Living by my nature…
Simplicity.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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