Diamonds, silver, gold
You never asked for treasure
My love was enough
Nothing more could I have asked
From this uncertain world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Diamonds, silver, gold
You never asked for treasure
My love was enough
Nothing more could I have asked
From this uncertain world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gather round ye respectable folk,
To witness God’s will be done.
Be still your plow and oxen under yolk,
Our cleansing has surely begun.
Ridding our midst of minions from Hell,
Let thy fires rage and consume.
At high noon on the ring of chapels twelfth bell,
Let thine sentence be seal of thy doom.
With bible in hand and righteous indignation,
The minister stern raises hand.
Tossing torch with a grin and pompous resignation,
Burning witches to ash by flames fanned.
Good Salem be freed from Satan’s cursed lot,
As thy God has so vocally commanded.
May their bodies for eternity lie in torment and rot,
Our morality, their souls remanded.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: The Salem witch trials occurred in colonial Massachusetts between 1692 and 1693. More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft—the Devil’s magic—and 20 were executed. Eventually, the colony admitted the trials were a mistake and compensated the families of those convicted. Since then, the story of the trials has become synonymous with paranoia and injustice, and it continues to beguile the popular imagination more than 300 years later. More can be read at the Smithsonian Magazine website http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history-archaeology/brief-salem.html
It rides on horse with crimson eyes
Cleaved head its eternal quest
Hades resurrected, for centuries tries
Avenging soul the Devil blessed
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By night the Hollow, Hell on earth
Onerous task in this Sleepy land
Demon slaughters for all its worth
Child and woman and man
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Raise its head from unmarked grave
A task of a gruesome sort
Ne’er resting until craniums been saved
Ensure the wrath of the apocalypse four
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hands outstretched across Aisle hallowed
Feigning sincerity and honest concern
Smiles and handshakes, there meaning shallow
Political mutiny from stem to stern
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Spoils for the taking a populace held hostage
Bends to their whim and their will
With head in the sand like proverbial ostrich
They cater to every tyrant and shill
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Too blind to notice or choosing not to see
Middle panders fringe left and then right
With no sense of reason what will be will be
Too beat down to put up a fight
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When self-interest takes over who holds the bag
Its the poor, elderly and non-essential
Defined by the very people who brag
That their views are the most consequential
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Left with a government who has shuttered their doors
We The People have nowhere to turn
Being held at the mercy of liars and whores
May their pinstripes and wingtips catch fire and burn
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Honestly looking upon the tragedy we face
On whom does the fault truly lie
Yes, on the rodents that inhabit this place
But also on the uninformed, uninvolved, you and I
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So when next we sit down and complain of our state
Look inside to what you have done
For without participation, this inevitable fate
Will consume and never be undone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I saw the mountain
And it called me to conquer
But I shyed away
Too terrified of the climb
To reach my full potential
I~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Torment of demons
Live within my heart and soul
A mental typhoon
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Encircled in Autumns chilling grasp,
Warmth of tea cup in my hands I clasp.
Just cool enough for a sweater in evening,
No animosity toward Summers most abrupt leaving.
Crunch of the leaves and the crisp in the air,
Young and old attitude, devil-may-care.
Breathing in freely a new lease on life,
Renewing loves vows of husband to wife.
Truly beauty exists in the wane of the year,
Another season born, greeted with cheer.
As winter approaches and darkness takes hold,
We all settle in for long months of cold.
Please do not obsess and never you fear,
Take comfort in the arms of those you hold dear.
For this, as surely as winter won’t last,
Time and time again as done in the past.
Daily the sun rises and Spring will return,
A lesson in grade school we all must have learned.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The second hand ticks
Counting down life in fractions
Like a clock’s movement
A nation oblivious
Never sees its unwinding
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~