Category Archives: Poetry

Segregating Ourselves

Republican, democrat,

Black, white,

Feminist, chauvinist,

Gay, straight,

Religious, atheist,

Liberal, conservative,

Pacifist, warmonger,

Proletariat, capitalist,

Pro-life, pro-choice,

Rich, poor,

Extremist, moderate,

Old, young,

Patriotic, unpatriotic,

Native, immigrant,

We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,

That we forget we are all the same.

We are born, we live and then we die,

This is non-negotiable.

Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes

We would be less hurried to take vengeance

And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Templar Knight (Shadorma) / Knight (Acrostic)

Templar Knight (Shadorma)

Templar knight

Prepares to face death

Enemies

Heed God’s call

Convert before it’s too late

Or prepare to die


Knight (Acrostic)

Know and feared by all

None dare stand in their way

Invoking their wrath

God has so ordained

Heathens and heretics bow before them

To meet their maker

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma (and Acrostic) Prompt – September 20, 2014

Armor - By G.S.K.

Armor – By G.S.K.

From Dusk Until Dawn

From dusk until dawn

I live in dreamless torment

Cold–black is my night

Where do I go in slumber

When I am invisible

I can’t remember

My travels have been wiped clean

This terrifies me

Is this what death will be like

A blackboard erased from time

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Breathing Heavily (Haiku)

Breathing heavily

Heartbeat rapid–heart attack

The symptoms of love


~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Though Fall Has Returned Home

Though fall has returned home

The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.

The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;

Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,

This has always been her way.

Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,

Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.

Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,

His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.

Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will

Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,

Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Cannot Think

I cannot think

My mind is scattered

Bleeding, filling my cranial sink

Thoughts are shredded, left in tatters

Puzzle pieces, pieces missing

Torn away from stem

Cold then hot my fires hissing

In hopes of penning another gem

Inspired–no

My brain’s a scramble

It’s best I go

To end this ramble

‘Til the time we meet anew

I hope to have my thoughts arranged

Who knows what my mind will brew

From words right now that are so estranged

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

What’s Our Future Hold (Tanka)

What’s our future hold

My only hope is for peace

Peace for our children

Look into their guiltless eyes

How could you pull the trigger

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Two-By-Two Were Saved (Tanka)

Two-by-two were saved

To repopulate the earth

Then man got involved

Driving them to extinction

Does his greed have no boundaries

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall

Blossoms fold in chill of fall

Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls

To wake again when spring returns

Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns

Glorious colors for the time must leave

Like lovers parted must surely grieve

We say goodbye for now dear friends

Awaiting the time you bloom again

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

Laugh I must at the things that I do,

Time and again the same mistakes.

Criticizing others, ignoring history true,

A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.

 

Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,

‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.

Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,

That my hand as in poker is a fold.

 

When will I learn to practice what I preach,

For more than short periods of time.

Following the path that is right within reach,

From this hole I’ll not have to climb.

 

Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.

Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~