Babies innocence
What do they see in their dreams
Whimsical smile
To be so naive again
Oh how I wish it could be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: July 2015
Politician’s Words
Politician’s words
Sometimes I just shake my head
Such stupidity
Appealing to the fringes
They hurt intentionally
We’re more sensitive
Of this there is little doubt
It is about time
Why must we tolerate hate
From those who wish to lead us
It’s freedom of speech
Defended by so many
I would not trade this
But freedom comes with a cost
One that is best spent wisely
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crack…Sound of Thunder
Crack…sound of thunder
Explosion like fireworks
Honoring nature
Rain…confetti showering
Crystal sparks upon the earth
What is more lovely
Than the beauty and power
Of Heaven above
She pauses to remind us
When we get too arrogant
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Independence Day
Independence Day,
Celebration of freedom,
It’s slipping away
With America’s blessing.
Let’s keep our heads in the sand.
We’ve handed it off
To corporations and shills
With a boldface smile.
We have no one else to blame
But the face in the mirror.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feeding Our Winged Friends
Feeding our winged friends
They share our vegetables
Grown for both of us
We have more than we can use
So we offer them love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Darkness Swoops in Like Shadow Cast by the Raven
Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;
A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind
Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.
It is impossible to truly know which is which.
Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust
Taking with it any semblance of normalcy
And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.
O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness
For fear that it may never return.
Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!
Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,
Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?
Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows
I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.
Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses
Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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