We’re all transient–
Like fall drifts into winter
The cycle of life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Category Archives: Poetry
Boom
Boom!
Explosions foretell impending doom.
Shrapnel tears, litter, debris,
Screams of those one cannot see.
Missiles launched behind human shields,
Zionists and zealots refuse to yield.
Suffering little as the innocent die,
Denying they’re complicit, a terrible lie.
Which side is right, which side is wrong,
Difficult to tell they’ve hated so long.
Whether Gaza, Israel, Russia, Ukraine,
War is still war just with different names.
Fighting for ethnicity, Allah or God,
They’re “holier than thou” is just a facade.
Violence and death under whatever name,
Can’t be justified no matter what the claim.
Which leads me to wonder whether peace is desired,
With every bomb dropped and each rocket fired.
These wars have carried on for eons ‘til today,
I wonder if they really know any other way.
While their innocent suffer and hatred is bred,
I doubt they will stop until all sides are dead.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sting (Haiku) / Crystal (Senryu)
Sting of Scorching Sands (Haiku)
Sting of scorching sands
Turning silica to glass
Natures melting pot
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Crystal and Fine Wines (Senryu)
Crystal and fine wines
Regalia of the snooty
The harder they fall
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA: Improving Our Haiku #2
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Since I had never intentionally written a senryu I thought Ha’s prompt this week might be the perfect opportunity to try…so here it goes.
In Sorrows Midst With Tears I Prayed (Sonnet)
In sorrows midst with tears I prayed
That you would return to offer your love.
A stubborn man, I’m a fool they say
To believe that my needs would be held above..
With independent mind, this could never be
How arrogant I was to consider it true.
I wanted to believe what I could not see
Though you never misled, I misconstrued.
Not once was my intention to hold you back
From fulfilling your dreams or destiny.
It saddens me that I turned your heart to black
By denying you all that you hoped you would be.
Patience and love are what should have been given, but to this I was utterly blind.
These are the virtues that too late I’m living, in hopes that you’ll witness if so inclined.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sweat Pours In Torrents (Haiku)
Sweat pours in torrents
Stung by salt and hellish heat
Early summer rain
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Desert Drawn Skyward (Tanka)
Phoenix Arizona Haboob July 5, 2014
Desert drawn skyward
Where the earth meets with heaven
A blanket of brown
Swallowing all in its path
Like a final curtain call
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
*Welcome to the 2014 monsoon season here in the desert southwest. Maybe we will get a little bit of rain here tonight…if we’re lucky.
War Damages More Than Earth And Enemy
War damages more than earth and enemy.
Its scars not always visible disfigure,
Taking more than life and limb.
Those once docile and kind seethe with anger
Tearing family, home and heart to shreds.
Longing to coddle the child we once knew
We only serve to alienate.
As a result we remain silent,
Helpless against the inner demons that torment.
We pray they make it back home in one piece,
Yet coming to terms with that which we cannot see
…There is now way to prepare for.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We Are Still At War
We are still at war
Though it is invisible
To the naked eye
The media doesn’t care
Only the families do
Far away from home
Tears are shed–
With each phone call
Praying for good news
Or maybe no news at all.
They are alone with their fears
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Woodpecker Knocks (Haiku)
Image Credit johneasley.com
The woodpecker knocks
Avoiding saguaro’s thorns
An amazing feet
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dreams of Riches
Dreams of riches,
Leached from the ground
By muscle, pick axe and shovel.
Panned from our rivers
Even dust brought great joy.
Craning skyward
The Superstitions loom large
Legend says there is treasure
Long lost to time and greed,
Hidden where it can never be found.
Miners still prospect for their slice of the pie;
Looking for that vein to bleed gold in these rocky crags.
Others chase the lore;
Seeking after the Lost Dutchman’s riches.
Not for the faint of heart,
Either destiny or curse has claimed many a soul.
Still this does not deter.
Maybe Waltz did dance around the truth,
Perhaps the joke’s on those that believe a fortune exists in this granite hell,
We may never know.
Maybe hope is enough to keep us alive,
Hope that our pot of gold survives
Beneath the armor of these…
Superstition Mountains.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Authors Note: This piece is about the Lost Dutchman Gold Mine in the Superstition Mountains located near Apache Junction, Arizona just outside of Phoenix. The legend carries on to this day with people continuing search this treacherous mountain seeking the goldmine that Jacob Waltz claims to have discovered and kept secret unto his death in 1891. More can be read about it here.
Dom DiFrancesco 