O’ Heavenly Star
Two millennia guiding
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
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We Drink Because We’re Poets – We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #006
Carols by the fire
Electric Yule log ablaze
Singing out of tune
Like the late great Lawrence Welk
We’re drunk on tiny bubbles
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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At this joyous time of the year
Venerated throughout these many centuries,
Are not earthly goods transacted without thought to the season,
Raising questions of greed and desire?
Is this not the poignant warning
Charles Dickens ghosts so eloquently foretold?
Evil lives in the seven deadly sins.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Our freedom of speech
Guaranteed since inception
Undeniable
But just because we can speak
Doesn’t always mean we should
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How odd it is at this ponderous time
The bridge we cross ‘tween joy and sorrow.
Meant to share in Christmas rhyme
Instead we fret about tomorrow.
Is not this day of bread and drink,
Of Christ and gifts and family and friends,
To mean much more than what we think,
Yet still we stifle good will towards men.
We forgo a day to celebrate in joy,
As many can give no more than tears.
Another year their dreams destroyed;
They should not suffer torment and fears.
Amongst the presents and lights and bows
Be certain the kindness of Christmas does show.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Sullied by liars
Sleight-of-hand and trickery
Their fickle trademark
Yet we embrace with naivety
–Split-tongued devils among us
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Peace, goodwill towards men–
I believed this once,
A long, long time ago it seems.
I can still remember her smile,
The love of my life,
Us…hand-in-hand,
Not a care in our perfect little world.
And the kids–
Oh how they loved Christmas.
Not just the presents,
The paper, the bows,
But the time we spent together.
We were a family,
A perfect design by Hallmark.
Now she’s gone,
The years were not kind to her;
And the kids–,
Grown, families of their own–
Don’t come around much anymore.
Hell, I don’t remember the last time.
The gesture of a card would be nice
Just to let me know they cared,
That they remembered me,
But no…
It was not meant to be,
Alone I sit, stranded for the holidays.
This wasn’t how I saw my later years,
Aged, lonely,
Awaiting the ghost of Christmas past.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Writing Prompt: Tuesday’s Thinking 17 December – By Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet
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Looks like a terrific series and very entertaining, check it out.
Earlier this year I had the privilege of being introduced to the book series “Noggle Stones,” by Wil Radcliffe If you are searching for books that are appropriate for a bit younger audience but still entertaining enough for an older audience, this is the way to go. Below you will find further information about this series including the first two chapters and some great links where you can find fun stuff to do. Trust me–you wanna!
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Book I at Amazon
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Here are the first two chapters:
From my flesh I make this scroll.
I draw ink from veins that bleed.
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Thoughts of correctness–political or otherwise rise this time of year,
Merry Christmas replaced by Happy Holidays so as not to offend.
Is this not still Christmas which we for so long held dear,
There has been no change in the calendar I do portend.
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What–pray tell is of such offense during this season so joyous,
Are not both happiness and goodwill the same amongst all?
Making merry at this time was once so pleasant–boisterous;
Kind smiles and hearty handshakes have suffered in pall.
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Abstain if you must, from this merriment we freely offer,
Wallow in self-pity and become victim to your social demise.
There is far more to Christmas than filling retailers coffers,
Its a chance to renew our faith in man with a clearer set of eyes.
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Regardless of religion take from this holiday what you will,
For if nothing but kindness and generosity, then your heart it will fill.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
