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  • Fourth Of July

    July 4, 2013

    The Fourth of July

    More than just fireworks

    Barbecues and beer

    This is Independence Day

    Take time to reflect

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Who Am I – A Tanka

    July 3, 2013

    Who am I she said

    Looking beyond reflection

    Mirror spreading lies

    It cannot see the inside

    The place where my beauty lives

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Oneness

    July 3, 2013

    With eyes shut tight

    Shuttering out distractions

    While bathing in silence

    Breathing becomes the world

    Something so basic

    So instinctual

    Unavoidable

    A simple complex action

    To truly hear it

    To feel it

    All else seems to float away

    The natural world becomes white-noise

    Replaced by the spiritual

    Who is to say which is reality

    Is not the world what we believe it to be

    Our souls as integral as the air

    As life sustaining as water

    My thoughts float as if dreams

    Drifting into consciousness then out

    As quietly and softly as they appeared

    Until there is nothing

    Nothing but the sound of me

    Blood coursing through my veins

    The beat of my heart

    Each breath in rhythm

    Energy melding with the natural

    I am one with the world

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • The Wall – A Haiku

    July 2, 2013
    Image Credit: azdot.gov
    Image Credit: azdot.gov

    Wall fast approaching

    Haboob swallowing daylight

    Welcome the dust bowl

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

    Author’s Note: Monsoon season is here in Arizona and these walls of dust are quite frequent visitors.  What an awesome sight.

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  • In Search Of Answers – A Tanka

    July 2, 2013

    In search of answers

    Man’s spiritual quest for truth

    Leads to the unknown

    Is there Heaven or Hell

    Or are we the creators

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Men Of Old

    July 1, 2013

    Stories told by men of old,

    Of secrets held in waters deep.

    Giant squid that swallow ships,

    And Moby Dick his raith did reap.

    ~

    What visions lie in minds of men,

    Of evil born in godless Hell.

    To take their lives to Neptune’s grave,

    From mast and plank to death they fell.

    ~

    Darkness tricks doth surely play,

    As do voyages far from home.

    Not much does it take for insanity to set,

    Cause to pray for a watery tomb.

    ~

    A seaman’s life is a life of great pride,

    Tough are the souls that partake.

    Many a man has gone down with his ship,

    Never once was it thought a mistake.

    ~

    Honor and duty were the marks of these men,

    Hearty and rugged and strong.

    Not so very smart in the schoolmaster’s ways,

    Baked by the sun to a swarthy bunch they belong.

    ~

    Though the days of mast and sail have long gone,

    No less are the dangers at sea.

    What horrors await in its watery depths,

    Forever shrouded in mystery.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Emotion – A Tanka

    July 1, 2013

    Every emotion

    Combines to make us human

    Though at times painful

    It is inescapable

    A sign..what it means to live

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • The Passing

    June 30, 2013

    Clouds, grey and foreboding hang heavy as my heart.

    This unsculpted field of weeds and stone lays before me,

    Watered by tears and sorrow,

    Sadness of lost love, loss of cherished companions,

    Lives sacrificed to the natural or tragic.

    It matters not how or why to this pain so intense,

    For with each thought of death the abyss broadens,

    Taking miniscule pieces of us beyond.

    Flowers once vibrant dry and blacken,

    Bowing before their marble master in death.

    Refreshed for a time, but soon forgotten,

    Left to crumble and scatter in the wind.

    Not for lack of caring or sympathy, but resign,

    No more to pursue this self-torment and pity.

    What good does it do for those passed,

    Is not life to be walked amongst the living?

    Leaving the dead to their eternal rest;

    We will reunite with those beyond our touch,

    One day, in the place of our faith,

    Joined together in a future unknown.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • The Mind Of The Heart – A Tanka

    June 29, 2013

    The mind of the heart

    Travels the road it’s chosen

    Ne’er second guessing

    For the act of questioning

    Would only lead to regret

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • How Joyous The Day Equality Overcame Hatred

    June 28, 2013

    How joyous the day equality overcame hatred,

    Though with sadness I ask, “Why was it even necessary?”

    We had not…no we have not moved beyond prejudice!

    Replacing one group of brothers and sisters with another does not absolve us!

    Oh yes! The faces are different, but the name is the same

    And this–we call this progress?

    Do not think me ungrateful…I am proud,

    Though disheartened by so slim a margin,

    Yet this is a triumphant day to be sure.

    Still–there is so much softening to be done to the callous heart.

    “All men are created equal” so proudly declared by so many

    Is still, but a dream should you not fit their mould of convention.

    Speaking as though preference of the heart is chosen

    Shows their narrowness of mind.

    It is not choice, it is ingrained by nature!

    It is not a flaw nor is it an abomination,

    It is who they are, just as you are how you were born.

    That which you do not wish to understand should not draw ire,

    But instead your silence…with our profound appreciation.

    The time of state sanctioned intolerance is in it’s death throes

    Though this alone will not change those ignorant of mind.

    Yes, this battle will rage on,

    For many, long after they are gone,

    But know dear friends that bigotry and hate can not prevail

    In the presence of humanity and love.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

    Authors note: I had been debating whether to write this poem firstly, because I am not a member of the LGBT community and secondly, because I don’t pretend to speak for or have any first hand knowledge of what they have gone through, but then I thought why not, we are all human beings, we all came into this world in the same way and we will all leave it the same way. I have been an observer of this struggle for equality for a very long time and quite frankly found it disgusting that it ever existed in the first place. To add to the distastefulness is the fact that public polling, for the longest time, showed that more than 50% of those polled were in favor of continuing state sanctioned discrimination. In America, we struggled for our freedom from oppression and proudly proclaim in our Declaration of Independence that “All men are created equal” and yet this freedom from oppression and equality only held true if you were a God fearing heterosexual apparently. This ideal was an absolute disgrace. So long as the parties are adults, what right does any human being have to prevent another human being from marrying the one that they truly love? Religious institutions may choose not to marry same sex couples before their altars, but they surely have no standing to prevent them before the law. Of course this is simply one man’s opinion, but I stand behind it wholeheartedly. Congratulations to all of you, it has been a very long time coming and you justly deserve this landmark win.

     

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