Fingers of Winter
Tearing at natures chilled flesh
Black flies meet their fate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fingers of Winter
Tearing at natures chilled flesh
Black flies meet their fate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Watching them grow up
A new chapter starts today
Taking to the road
Yes, we pray for their safety
Knowing we must let them go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Far and wide, far beyond horizons I’ve looked,
Looked…looked until I glared at nothingness.
Staring straight into the gruesomeness of its face
It manages nothing but a hideous, jagged smile,
A chuckle from deep within its bowels born of hell.
I…what could I, a miserable wretch possibly do?
I am afraid, frightened of what I cannot see.
This monster is not deterred, I can feel its presence
Looming large over me, clawing at my sanity.
I can feel its steaming breath, hot at my throat;
Pulse racing, heart pounding, I tremble losing control.
Grasping the Book I raise it skyward
Screaming, crying, falling to my blackened knees.
Prostrate and bruised for a response, I wait
Yet there is none, no answer, nothing but silence.
Silence and nothingness are all that greet my tears.
I despise this hollow, sorrowful, lonely quest
Plagued with questions thicker than a locust’s swarm.
Nary an answer have I been offered all these years.
Appeasement through words written in an aged text,
My only comfort, based on a promise given in antiquity
I suppose this…this solemn promise alone,
Is the gift offered through
…Faith.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A single flame burns
Brightly under Christmas sky
Hope springs eternal
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hark the Herold Angels Sing,
Though now it falls on deaf ears.
Ushering in the Heavenly King,
Whose death no longer brings tears.
Lessons he taught in Gospels treasured,
Of peace and goodwill toward men.
Is doled out in statement of profits measured,
Beating records for sales once again.
Magi of old Bethlehem Star they followed,
With precious gifts to give to their Lord.
Today Christmas’ meaning has truly been hollowed,
With Black Friday and doorbusters for the hoards.
The birth of God’s Son in manger mild,
Welcoming the promise of old.
We’ve forgotten the gift of Heaven’s Child,
Preferring what’s bought and what’s sold.
Maybe it’s time to bring Christ back to Christmas,
Just where he always meant to live.
Before it’s too late and it’s meaning has passed,
Instead of receiving it’s best that we give.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Respect for the earth
Our resources limited
Profit is the king
Nature loses to business
When money does the talking
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Their blood flows freely
Pakistani children dead
By the cowards deed
Sanctioned by their religion
Claim these psychotic killers
Refuse to show face
They hide behind scarf and mask
Belief they’re martyrs
Slaughtering the innocent
All for a fictitious cause
They are heinous fools
Blinded by virgins promise
Their gift from heaven
Heaven does not await them
Instead Hell has their names etched
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winter has arrived
Calling in the end of life
Blossom waits for birth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lazy Saturday
Basking in the southwest sun
Winter put on hold
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sensitivity
Lost to murderer on tv
And video games
Sometimes getting out-of-hand
Bankrupting morality
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~