Sanctity of life
Deepest sadness for the loss
Greatness never known
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Another Day Ends (Tanka)
Another day ends
Thankful for all that I have
Yet unsatisfied
While pain and suffering thrive
I can’t be truly happy
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Growing Frustration
Growing frustration!
ISIL laughs in our faces
…America bleeds.
Again we are being used
Because we’re slaves to their oil.
The coalition–
Where are they in this struggle?
This fight should be theirs!
Instead we do their bidding
As hostages to these captors.
We’re fooling ourselves.
This isn’t just about safety,
It’s economics.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Humanity (Acrostic)
How is it that we managed to survive this long
Using violence against others indiscriminately
Maiming, killing for the sake of oil and profit
Are we really that cold and uncivilized
No excuse can convince me otherwise
I mourn the loss of all human life
Their families given little time to grieve
Yells for mercy are met with yet another bomb
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Civil Rights Ignored (Tanka)
Civil rights ignored
Skin color determines rules
The sixties again
We clearly haven’t progressed
Far beyond our racist past
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Orange Horizon (Haiku)
Image: desertusa.com
Orange horizon
Cacti framed against the sky
Saguaro sunset
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fearmongers Abound
Fearmongers abound
Ebola, ISIS, healthcare
Scaring the masses
Nothing more than politics
Spread by corrupt media
“Fair and Balanced”, ha!
They all have an agenda
Manipulation
Not to report and inform
But to divide and conquer
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This Walk Amongst The Dead
This walk amongst the dead.
This dance with mortality.
Partnered with those that believe they will live forever.
Gathering, greedily hoarding every last cent
They race to the pinnacle of their professions
At the expense of those they deem competition,
Trampling anyone who gets in their way.
Fattened as the calf bank accounts swell as do their bellies.
Designer clothes and jewelry adorn their swollen vessels.
No thought do they give to the rest of humanity;
Their fellow man is but an impedance to future success.
They have no time for them,
No time for their mates nor their children,
No time for their brothers and sisters that share this earth.
What is their endgame?
When is enough, enough?
They don’t realize that they are already dead,
Dead to the world, their mates and their children.
Paupers as they were at birth
With their final blink there will be no wealth,
No grand houses,
No designer clothes,
No jewelry;
No one will weep on their pine box.
When the last shovel-full of dirt is thrown on their grave
They will be utterly alone, naked and penniless
–Before their Maker.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Stand In Arrogance
We stand in arrogance,
Our own world–the only world
Feeling not the pain of others.
We are removed, unsympathetic, unconcerned,
It does not touch our lives.
You cannot touch video.
You cannot smell the written word.
You cannot taste their anguish.
Too far separated are we!
It is not real though we know it is,
Allowing oceans to separate safety from reality.
Sit quietly in the warmth and comfort of your homes,
Sip your coffee, piping hot and fresh,
Enjoy the bounty of the food that surrounds you,
Sleep well in the softness of your bed,
Watch your news,
Read your paper,
Pretend that all is right with the world,
But remember distance is merely an illusion.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Undulating Storms (Tanka)
Undulating storms
Breathe life into flaccid land
Lifeblood is transfused
Washing clean the earth from sky
Returning to whence it came
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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