Driven by passion
The inner animal calls
Is it love or lust
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Shadowy Creatures
Shadowy creatures
Thrive in absolute darkness,
What is it they seek?
Are they feasting on my fears
Or do they desire blood?
Real or imagined
They torture me just the same.
This…my illusion
Has become reality,
Whether I like it or not.
The mind truly can
Be such a terrible thing…
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Stars and Stripes Raised
Our Stars and Stripes raised
After being exiled
For fifty four years.
Ineffective policy
Has finally been ended.
Dissidents upset
Obama is selling out,
They’re completely wrong.
We have embraced the Chinese
Condoning communism.
Where is their outrage,
Aren’t they just as oppressive…
Maybe even more?
Where money and profits live
We’ll always turn a blind eye.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Best of Intentions
Best of intentions
Resulting in destruction
Water pollution
Liquid more precious than gold
Spoiled for generations
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sleep Amongst the Stars
Sleep amongst the stars
Lover’s eyes gaze upon you
What awaits beyond
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Air Full of Moisture
Air full of moisture
But nary a drop hits earth
Arid desert weeps
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To Be All Knowing
To be all knowing;
Would I become horrified…
Sickened by the thoughts?
Would I share in suffering
Or in humanities pain?
I really don’t know,
Maybe I would offer love
Or a helping hand.
I’d like to think myself brave,
But then again…I’m not God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Loftiest of Goals
Loftiest of goals
Are nothing without action
Procrastination
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Stage Has Been Set
The stage has been set
Clown car gassed up and ready
Right-wing rant begins
Offering few solutions
To the mess that they started
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Frustration Mounting
Frustration mounting
As oligarchs come boldly
Their riches in hand.
Elections bought and paid for…
Secret meetings seal the deal.
Buying candidates,
How much money must they have,
How can we compete?
Sitting idly by we watch
As the slaughter commences.
In revolution
This once great nation was born.
Perhaps it is time
The monarchs retaste our wrath
By drowning their precious tea.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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