A Story Calls Me (Tanka)

A story calls me
Begging to be written down
Fragments of a tale
Perhaps one day it will meld
Into a true masterpiece

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shock Of All Shocks

Shock of all shocks!, A conclusion has arrived,

What you may ask drove me to this.

I look at this nation and its leaders that drive,

And sadly I find so much amiss.

 

Squabbling and indecision on the left and the right,

It’s politics at their very worst.

From top to the bottom it’s no easier a fight,

Unable to decide what to do first.

 

Managing from crisis to crisis is no way to proceed,

As the ball is too easily dropped.

We look to our leaders to stand up and take heed,

Of all that must be started and stopped.

 

From debt ceiling to healthcare, ebola, ISIS and more,

They fight each other all of the way.

Afraid am I of what may very soon be in store,

For greater horrors may come into play.

 

We have hearing after hearing and nothing gets done,

They are sound bites for the next campaign.

Fodder for the platform on which they will run,

With lies and aggression to inflame.

 

I look at the response to ebola with a smile,

This comedy of errors that it is.

The protocols, what protocols all to beguile,

What’s the answer is part of the quiz.

 

What do we call them–ISIS or Islamic State,

Would somebody make up their mind.

We got into this one perhaps a little too late,

Over time I am sure we will find.

 

In these two crisis’ congress isn’t without fault,

Ask McCain, he was friend to our foe.

Yelling arm the rebels their advance they will halt,

As always putting on quite a show.

 

Now congress has called a meeting, the CDC to berate,

For its failure to institute adequate tools.

It was fine leaving West Africa to suffer its fate,

Denying funding like cold hearted fools.

 

Messages are mixed on all things from above,

Agreeing on nothing is their way.

Failing to compromise when push comes to shove,

I suppose this is how things will stay.

 

So what is the conclusion from this long winded rant,

More trouble ahead is surely brewing.

Our government is broken and their solutions are scant,

I’m confident they don’t know what they are doing!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Darkness Blinded Me (Tanka)

Darkness blinded me
I was lost in self pity
Seeing no way out
Then I opened up my eyes
And was saved by light and love

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Give From A Full Heart (Senryu)

Give from a full heart

As if life depends on it

Because it just might

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lovely Bungalow (Tanka)

Lovely bungalow

Left in ruin–overgrown

Mark of foreclosure

Farewell American dream

It was nice while you lasted


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

From My Window I Look

From my window I look;

Trees, mountains, flowers

All manner of things stare back at me

Though seldom do I notice.

Caught between the necessities of modern life

And the blindness of adulthood,

I’ve forgotten how wondrous my surroundings.

Rushing from place to place,

Highways, freeways, traffic shifts my focus.

Technology diverts my attention,

Cell phones, computers, television, video games,

No wonder we live in a chemically induce coma.

Time to appreciate the natural world seems impossible,

Finding excuses instead to perpetuate our unfulfilling lives.

How does this make any sense?

Our time in this beautiful world is short,

Time with our loved ones is most precious.

Perhaps the power button is our best friend,

Turn it off.

That vacation time we are saving

As we edge ever closer to a heart attack…

Maybe we should take it.

Step outside, take a deep breath

And enjoy the most beautiful video game ever created

…Nature.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Day Mourns Not The Night (Tanka)

Day mourns not the night
Natural is its passing
Into mystery
As man returns to spirit
So too is his fate unknown

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Where Have My Dreams Gone (Tanka)

Where have my dreams gone
My mind a dark theatre
I wake to nothing
No recollection of sleep
Only a nocturnal void

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

‘Tis Not The Fragrant Flower I Once Knew

‘Tis not the fragrant flower I once knew,

Pleasing to the senses,

Brightening the world with her effervescent palette.

Her silky petals crumble, fragile to the touch,

Falling like toxic ash in the putrid air.

She pollutes the earth that feeds her,

Poisoning her waters making them non potable.

Oh how her beautiful bouquet has mutated,

Turning ugly and angry in the midst of the garden.

Those not of her kind are suffocated as weeds,

Trampled, then pulled out by their roots.

Intolerant and hateful she has become,

The prick of her thorns has turned fatal.

Her beauty, now masticated by selfishness

Sets her on a path to destruction.

No longer prized, no longer admired,

She will be turned as mulch–

Into the soil from whence she came.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

See Armageddon

See armageddon–

Hiding behind bombs and guns,

Deadly viruses,

Indiscriminate killing,

Murder and mayhem abound!

Worst of man exposed;

What goes around comes around

As the saying goes.

Perhaps we’ve come full circle

To pay for indiscretions.

No nation is safe.

Technology has assured

We are one world.

Hide amongst your ignorance,

But know–it cannot protect.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~