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Greed and Humanity

Capitalist,

Socialist,

I am neither,

And both.

I am not proud that either need exist,

Each is distasteful alone.

Capitalism breeds greed,

The rich get richer,

The poor get poorer

Dividing their people.

Socialism strives to temper greed,

Reigning in its excesses

In hopes of leaving something for the masses.

Those with means rail against this,

Crying infringement!

“I don’t need the government regulating me,

I will give to others as I see fit.”,

This is not reality, but greedy folly.

Human nature believes what’s mine is mine.

Socialism is no less flawed!

Unfettered it breeds sloth,

Equally deadly and devastating.

Where is the incentive to contribute?

Both commit their own deadly sins by existing.

Perhaps a blending would suffice,

Capitalism for self-sustenance,

Socialism for a dose of humanity and conscience.

If arrogance were put aside

Maybe then there would be hope,

Hope that what is broken could be mended

For the betterment of all

–Not just the select few.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Darkness Approaches

Darkness approaches

Yet we don’t see it coming.

We have been lied to,

Betrayed by our government.

Still…many among us cheer.

Maybe I’m confused

When those affected revel.

Blindly happy;

Ignoring their own demise

…One day soon the sky will fall.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

From Ramparts I Gaze Upon Grassy Plain

From ramparts I gaze upon grassy plain,

Imagination in overdrive with visions of the past.

These walls for protection are all that remains,

A wonder of man that for centuries has last.

 

O’ but the sights they surely must have seen,

Siege and catapult and bone-crushing blows.

Walls bathed in red corrupting lush green,

So many years have passed, it no longer shows.

 

Though beautiful now, what horrors must have been,

As conquerors pined for the treasures of this place.

Frightened citizens scurried as each attack did begin,

Praying to God for the safety of His grace.

 

As blood of man flowed in the name of power and God,

How many precious souls were sacrificed for naught.

Singing of Psalms while carrying thy staff and thy rod,

Marching into battle on the indulgences Rome taught.

 

Promises of Heaven under trumpets thundering call,

Warriors stood their sacred ground.

As each watched their brother with screams of pain fall,

Until not a man made a solitary sound.

 

Much sadness did spread losing husbands and fathers

For life ever after that no man can give.

Not one little bit did their deception bother

Sacrificing lives to horrors no man should live.

 

This warring way of life the Crusades did foster,

Succumbing to the desires of religions holy men.

All for the lands of others their coffers did prosper,

Uncaring towards those they’re charged to defend.

 

These ruins though amazing of time long gone by,

Raise up a sorrow for those who went before.

Reminding us of the men who sacrificed and died,

Hoping these atrocities will rear their heads no more.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

if i…and you…

Here is a truly beautiful poem from a wonderfully talented poet. I hope that you like it as much as I do.

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if i give you a key to unlock my mind,

will you step into my dreams ∼

take my hand and embark on a wondrous journey

which lives inside of me?

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will you dance under the stars

on a floating cloud

or

swim in a chocolate sea?

maybe run through the forest

looking for treasures

and

climb the highest tree?

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i have always wanted to fly to the moon

and

see if it is made of cheese

and

dig the biggest hole to discover

what lives in this world

below you and me.

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we can hitch a ride on eagle –

soar through the endless sky above it all

and

we can flutter amongst the butterflies –

feel what life is like

to those who are small.

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Oh…

i can promise you an odyssey –

adventures full of wondrous treats and fun galore

but

what…

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Broken Promises (Haiku)

Broken promises

As cold as a winters day

~~ Destroying ones trust

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lick Your Open Wounds (Tanka)

Lick your open wounds

But expect no sympathy

For self-infliction

Brought on by your stone silence

You’ll suffer at your own hands

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Corporate Muscles Flexed Once Again

Corporate muscles flexed once again,

Trampling the rights of the common man.

What fools believe that corporations are people?

Why does one person’s belief trump that of another?

Where is the judicial in all of this?

Are they not charged with protecting the people’s rights?

They have become political tyrants,

Partisan and putrid as the legislative and executive.

“We The People” has become a joke;

Something relegated to the past,

Something we look back fondly on that once existed,

But sadly exist no more.

Individuals have no power to enact change

Where money and business rule.

Silenced by the dollar, we are ignored.

Was this erected in our framework,

Was this what the founders intended,

That man should be subjugated by greed and profit?

We cry foul at those who infringe on human and civil rights,

Yet we are nothing but hypocrites,

Infringing on the rights of our own.

There is no fairness under the law,

There is no justice under the law,

Unless you can afford to buy it.

Raise the gavel…

We’ve sold out to the highest bidder!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.

I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.

In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ My Youngest One

O’ my youngest one

Do not give up on your dreams

They are yours alone

Others may think they know best

Even I am not immune

Done without malice

My intentions are most pure

Though I am human

Dare to dream my precious child

This is where greatness is born

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Last Traces Of Day (Tanka)

Last traces of day

Sink below the horizon

Relief from days heat

Still and warm, the crickets sound

Singing the song of the night

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~