Filleted flesh from bone
Cut by separations blade
My love so distant
Pain so intense I’m in tears
Draining blood from heart and soul
When will my wounds mend
When will tears finally dry
When will torment end
Reuniting with my love
Never again torn apart
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I lay, wide awake
The ceiling stares back at me
~~ Talking to the wall
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I wonder as I drive by and see the warning
“Inmates At Work”,
What did they do to be enslaved?
Permitted to work unhindered by chains,
Supervised by unarmed guards,
Yet still not free to return home after a days work
They are prisoners none-the-less.
I pity them
And pray that this serves as a lesson learned.
Dressed in blaze orange jumpsuits
They are held up as a spectacles, less than human,
Humiliated publicly as part of their punishment.
What was the crime that revoked their freedom
Placing them in the counties charge?
These women…
Most young with full lives ahead of them
Will bear a badge of shame that will haunt them,
Taking away the promise of their futures
Until the day they die.
Having paid for their digression means little
As the weight of incarceration will shadow them all of their days.
Should we not show greater mercy and forgiveness,
Have we not all deviated at one time or another from what is considered just.
I have, of that I am certain, but by luck I remained free.
As a very wise Man once said,
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”
I for one have placed my stone firmly on the ground.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The church bells toll
Another mother soaked in tears
Another child gone too soon
A shot rang out in the dark
No one heard, no one saw
Just an unnamed face on an urban street
Victim of the violence that thins the herd
Taking a precious piece of our future with it
Cries drowned out with claims of infringement
What then is their answer
Do nothing
An eye for an eye
A gun for more guns
Their solutions absurd
Do we not live in a civilized age
This screams for a change of culture
Banishing hopelessness and despair
Curing symptoms not the disease
With reassurance and help
The offer of a hand when times are tough
Lip service pays them no homage
Hate and mistrust are it’s only spawn
Action in word and deed the only vaccine
Not changing with the times breeds failure
Failure of us all
Failure of the Grand Experiment
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Their playground, our world
The bullies intimidate
Taking what they want
Caught in their dangerous game
We are expendable pawns
It is Deja Vu
Cold War resuscitated
There are no winners
Just two very big egos
Gambling our existence
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You, my summer sun
Breath life into frozen heart
~~ I am indebted
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Aldgate to Liverpool Street by Caroline Hall
A frantic blur,
The speed of life,
My mind a slur,
Full of stress and strife.
~
Like a fast moving train,
While staring straight,
Outrunning the brain,
Leaves a confused state.
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Hustle and bustle obscure our view,
With too many things on our plate,
Clouding our judgement the mind is confused,
Chaos will result as our fate.
~
Slow down the pace or surely implode,
As our bodies are drained of their senses,
Or even worse yet our heads may explode,
Evicting the stress it dispenses.
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What would result if we choose not to comply,
Our health and sanity will suffer,
Leaving our body and mind here to die,
From which we can never recover.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Prompt: Jerermy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 21 April
I’m not my body.
It’s nothing but a flesh vase
Holding the real me.
The me that was before this,
The me not of this world,
The me of spirit.
Who I was before my birth;
Nothing but essence,
Not created or destroyed,
The me of eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
On the breath of the hideous beast,
The musk of man most surely seeped through.
To him her throat was like an elaborate feast,
As his clawed hands wound, her fear grew.
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Her hair a mix of auburn tangle and knot,
From chase through thicket sharp and deep.
The witches coven in a diabolical plot,
Souls unsuspecting they hoped to reap.
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This fairest maiden, a nymph to be sure,
Was sacrificed to Hell on Albatross wing.
As Satan’s minion fulfills their lore,
Discordant the coven dances and sings.
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Then the unlikeliest of heroes appeared,
A mendicant cloaked in camels hair robe.
Wielding a sword Templar cross in it was seared,
Though the Templars had vanished long ago I was told.
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Under Mother Ursa Minor, Polaris brightly shining,
The fleet-footed beggar struck a single fatal blow.
Striking the beast’s skull tangerine sparks blinding,
Sending him to Hell whence he came down below.
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Lowering his hood the beggar glowed unearthly white,
This man was not a man as we assumed.
Pointing his sword up to Heaven and the night,
He disappeared banishing the coven to the gloom.
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The beggar–an angel sent from Almighty I suppose,
Will the wonders from above never cease.
Sent to save us all from God’s worst demonic foes,
Guiding us into eternal peace.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Judge, jury, executioner,
We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,
Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet
Playing god with those we deem less significant.
Who handed us the gavel?
Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?
Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?
We dole out this punishment with little thought
All because we call them pests
Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,
But this is not our role in this world.
Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?
We all have a time,
You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,
One that will bring the end with or without intervention,
Though not determined by our hands.
…The sanctity of life.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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