I feel not so inspired these days
The drudgery of our existence weighs heavy on me
Our division as a people
Who in times of crisis would unite
No longer seem capable of finding common ground
Certainly those that wish us harm must be in good humor
How foolish we must look
Dressed in our Sunday finest
Preaching…”In God We Trust!”
But trusting in no one but the self
I can do nothing to alter the fact
There is no election to hold
I can scream but no one can hear
Those in guilded monuments are deaf but to themselves
So here I sit with a cup of stale coffee
Choking down the morrning news
Chewing my nails to nubs in nervous anticipation
Only to be swallowed up in disappointment…again
Where are we going
I don’t think anyone knows
Those with the map…they too seem lost
Lost in their maze of arrogance
And we are the ones left in the darkness
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
A Life of Extravagance (Sonnet)
A life of extravagance looming large;
From gilded palace to jewelled robe.
Shepherd of man has failed his charge,
Faithful bewildered as xenophobe.
You undermine your Pope a spirit most humble,
For luxuries beyond the common man.
While continuing forth to suffer and stumble,
Creating a gluttons promised land.
You have lost all sight of your earthly charge,
Succumbing to frailties supposed immune.
Enshrined in greed and an ego large,
Treating your sheep as courtly buffoons.
Soon before God you will stand for your digression,
Praying to be spared Hell for your foolish obsession.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
So Much Blood
So much blood on my hands,
Dried, old, not my own, but mine none-the-less.
Brothers and sisters–I have died with you on the battlefield,
My heart cries with each beat for your lose,
For the sacrifices made over our centuries.
Each of your gravestones is etched with my name,
I am your pallbearer, your namesake, your progeny.
I place the flowers on your graves,
Not for your sake alone, but for mine,
How else could I repay you for your kindness,
Thanks alone seem so hollow.
Brothers and sisters–I love you,
You are in my every thought and prayer,
Take comfort that you will never be forgotten.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cast Into Shadows
Cast into shadows,
A scourge on society
Like lepers banished.
The downtrodden vilified
Are treated as a burden.
Is this not unfair
Of those in authority
Trusted to do right?
By their own self-interest,
Those that need them most are lost,
Left to their vices
Just to dull the endless pain.
Their cries unanswered
Fade quietly in the night,
‘Til no longer seen or heard.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Heritage Gone (Haiku)
Our heritage gone
Bulldozed–some call it progress
Farms sold for profit
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Cold Kiss (Sonnet)
A cold kiss lay frozen on crimson lips
His tears could not thaw her icy chill
Thy soul to sea as fare so many ships
Whose lose pain could never fill
O’ slab, coarse for so delicate a flower
How I wish that I could soften thee
Yet I have it not in my mortal power
Into the hands of God must it be
Fairest maiden how I long to offer thou comfort
Though separated many worlds apart
Couldst I have quenched thy terminable hurt
Nay–sorrow be still my beating heart
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O’ my dearest Juliet, I am dead to this world without thee
With this bitter nectar reunited soon we shall be
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Grand Plans
Grand plans, so many have I had,
Scribbled on scrap paper,
Bled onto soggy bar napkins,
Etched into the walls of my mind
As you, I’m sure have likewise done.
Isn’t this our way?
A human fault, or perhaps a gift depending on one’s perspective.
These dreams, this plan is what makes our time so glorious,
For without these, our finite period would be mundane.
I can not imagine another breath without them.
We must fuel the flames of hope, nurture our deepest desires,
Those that keep us moving forward into every new day,
Isn’t this our way?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Desert Heats Collapse (Tanka)
Desert heats collapse
Banished back to whence it came
The abyss of Hell
Welcome the chill of Heaven
With falls gracious arrival
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Brinkmanship of Fools
Brinkmanship of fools
Buffoons clutching at the rope
Game of Tug-O-War
A nation’s demise the prize
For their own self-interest
Not our finest hour
As default edges closer
A vicious cycle
Returned to our beginning
Tyranny and oppression
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do Not Cower in Darkness (Cyclical Rubaiyet)
Do not cower in darkness, in this imaginary fear
The black is nothing but starkness, in one’s own mind my dear
A thing of fairytales and nursery rhymes and legends of all kinds
Impotent in daylights harshness, our worries disappear
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Oh…the tricks and fears we dream with our active mind
No matter how many tears we cry there are always more to find
Dry your eyes my little one, for none of this is real
As daylight wanes, evening nears, dreams and nightmares intertwined
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Time will tell that all is well, for I know quite how you feel,
Bedtime comes to room you dwell, to God you pray and kneel
With deepest hope your wishes and dreams most in earnest hear
Before you know as parent this same to your own children heal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHORS NOT: This poem was inspired and modeled after the Persian Rubaiyet form introduced to me by Jen over at Blog It or Lose It, please check out her blog, I think you will enjoy it.
Dom DiFrancesco 