Baited and murdered
Head on a silver platter
Carcus left to rot
∞
Foolish man with bow in hand
Now he’s wanted for his crime
∞
Maybe now he knows
What it’s like to be the prey
Hunter now hunted
∞
Perhaps the same fate awaits
A trophy for Zimbabwe
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reliving the past
While destroying the present
This we do so well
Tamping down our happiness
With the pain we so relish
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadness and grieving
Go hand-in-hand with love lost
Painful to the core
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feelings of despair
Brought on by this hectic world,
Hopelessness abounds.
Could our connectedness be to blame;
Glowing screens of every shape and size?
Even in sleep there is no rest
For the modern mind will not quiet.
Discerning truth from fiction is ever more daunting
With the right and left screaming for attention.
I’ve forgotten what silence is like,
No notifications, no ringing, no television
…A simpler time.
Could it be time to power off
Leaving all things electronic black and lifeless?
It’s undeniable that those times were happier,
That families talked and people listened.
We walked with our heads up and smiles on our faces
Instead of head down and into poles.
Maybe twenty four hour news, tweets and likes are a cancer
Feasting on our teetering sanity.
I am a realist, I know the past is the past
To which we will never return,
But maybe a little self imposed downtime is in order
Just for a bit of nostalgia.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Man’s intuition
Lost amongst modernity
Preferring book smarts
∞
Wisdom comes in many forms
If you’re willing to listen
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars caress the sky
Holding Heaven in their arms
Eternal lovers
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In your loving eyes
I find the peace I’ve longed for
Perfect companion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thank you Carol at writersdream9.wordpress.com for choosing me to take part in this challenge, I enjoyed it very much.
The rules are as follows:
My Paragraph:
Blood flows from my mouth. That airbag hit with such fury that it split my lip. What was that fawn doing standing in my way? I couldn’t hit him, so my victim was a guard rail which took my car and my lip with it. Waiting for a cop to show up was agonizing and with all of this blood on my shirt I look as if I am a shooting fatality. All I know is that if I had to do it again I would…without vacillation.
Nominations:
If you do not wish to participate that is perfectly fine, I just wanted you to know that I find you all very talented and that I enjoy your writing very much. Have fun with it if you choose…it really is quite challenging.
Hawks call for more war
A peaceful resolution
Is the last resort
Someone I think is confused
When shedding blood is first choice
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wave of heat rising
Into the blue clear abyss
Summertime desert
She’s made inhabitable
By man’s ingenuity
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 