Summer’s Heat, July

Summer’s heat, July

Birds…bees sing their joyful songs

By nature’s design.

Sadly we too oft’ ignore

Beauty that lay before us.

 

Distracted by life

All just to try to survive

We get very lost.

Perhaps if we took a step back

What we’re missing would be found.

 

Look to the sky, grass,

Look to the simplicity in life

For what’s important.

This is what Mother gave us

To keep from going insane.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Homeland

Hate for this word runs deep,

Ominous…reminiscent of the Nazis.

Men’s cruelty at its worst…

Even now I shiver at the thought.

Luther never dreamed of it in his day.

America, are we on the path to radical nationalism?

Never has there been a more dangerous thing,

Deutschland’s history…I pray it never repeats.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Times of Trial

In times of trial

One finds what they are made of

Human fortitude

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Teach Me If You Must

Teach me if you must

Lessons like this are hard learned

Bloody and brutal

I expected nothing less

For having used my free will

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Have Forgotten

We have forgotten!

The New Deal has been destroyed

And we don’t see it.

Social Security and

Medicare under attack.

 

Cleverly disguised

By the “old standby”…tax cuts

They try to bankrupt;

Forcing the extinction of

Our long beloved safety nets.

 

When will we wake up!

The middle-class is dying,

While privilege thrives.

When we are homeless and sick

Maybe then we’ll remember.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shhh, Can You Hear It

Shhh, can you hear it

The beating of your own heart

Is it not soothing

Like a classic masterpiece

Chasing silence to be heard

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Under Attack

Christianity…

Some claim it’s under attack,

An imagined war.

Practice whatever you please,

But don’t force it on others

 

I guess church and state

Are only kept separate

When it’s convenient.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Thirst Stinging My Throat

Thirst stinging my throat;

Dust and grime choke me of air.

Breathing is labored.

Thirsting for an oasis

I will drink sand to survive.

 

Could this be blind faith,

Utopia found in sand;

Trusting you’ll be quenched?

Isn’t this what religions

Teach is the only path to God?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Feet Cut and Blistered

Feet cut and blistered

Gravel road their nemesis

The journey of life

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Amongst the Chaos

Amongst the chaos

A tiny voice can be heard

The voice of reason

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~