Sand and sea refreash
Soothing our body and soul
Nature at it’s best
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Salvaged Hearts Still Beat (Tanka)
Salvaged hearts still beat
Slower and more cautiously
Afraid to be hurt
What else would be expected
After being left for dead
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Butterflies and Bees (Haiku)
Butterflies and bees
Swarm the rainbow of flowers
Falls Thanksgiving feast
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wounds Hidden By Smiles (Tanka)
Wounds hidden by smiles
Are at times the most painful
Tears stain their pillows
Post-traumatic stress is real
Even though you can’t see it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Don’t You Ever Weary
Don’t you ever weary;
War, propaganda, lying
Corrupting your soul,
Disillusioning our minds.
Done with a smile–
You think us likely to believe,
But we can only be fooled for so long.
Loved ones die for your greed,
Laid to waste in foreign lands.
Brought back with thin veiled honors,
Do you think that flag draped coffins comfort?
They do not!
They cannot!
Tell me–how many barrels of oil is their flesh worth,
A few cents at the pump,
A few more billions in your coffers?
They mean nothing to you,
You do not know them,
You have not held them at birth,
You will not grieve for them when they die,
But you surely will forget them as if they never existed.
You should drop to your knees and beg forgiveness,
Confessing your sinful, criminal ways.
Then again why?
It would all be for naught
For even then you would not be saved.
Such is the price paid–
When the seven deadly sins become
…Your lords and masters.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Masked Ghosts And Goblins (Tanka)
Masked ghosts and goblins
Dashing madly, house to house
Time for trick or treat
Who doesn’t like Halloween
When chocolate is the prize
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Election Day Nears (Tanka)
Election day nears
We have an obligation
To get out and vote
People have died for this right
So be sure not to waste it
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Serve At Our Pleasure
Serve at our pleasure
This, the politicians role
Most have forgotten
Hypnotized by gold’s allure
They bow before oligarchs
Doing their bidding
As if we do not matter
We can prove them wrong
Because voting is power
And their lives are in our hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Angel of Death
The Angel of Death
With us at our time of birth
Decides when we leave
This is not man’s decision
Unless there’s no God above
Perhaps there isn’t
Perhaps we aren’t watched over
And we are alone
How very sad that would be
If Heaven was pure fiction
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
For The Kings Amusement
Drawing your broadsword,
The shrill sound of blade on scabbard
Sends the wind whistling as you ready for the plunge.
From your gilded perch you call a throne,
You drive your saber home!
Stripping away every last breath,
Leaving those that built your dominion
Clutching their throats and gasping for air,
All to adorn your coffers
With the gold of fools.
Corpses of the loyal lie scattered about
Left to rot in the noonday sun.
You know more will come
Looking to you for mercy and sustenance,
Knowing they too are expendable.
Your minstrels praise you calling you benevolent Lord
While you smile your hollow smile.
With yellowed teeth and putrid breath
You shower them with accolades,
All the while condemning them to death.
You find this such great sport,
A vicious game,
Played solely for your amusement.
Who loses makes no matter
So long as its you that prospers.
You look down upon your subjects
With jeweled goblet in hand,
Whispering in contempt
That they are not worthy of your grace
Nor deserving of your clemency.
So you carry on like a spoiled Prince
Conniving those around you,
“Fear not!”, you proclaim–this is all in jest,
While the executioner readies his block
For the next ax to fall.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Authors Note: I wrote this piece back in November of 2012 and as I expected, nothing has changed, in fact in many ways it has gotten drastically worse for so many people. Sadly, I can’t really say I am surprised.
Dom DiFrancesco 