Two-by-two were saved
To repopulate the earth
Then man got involved
Driving them to extinction
Does his greed have no boundaries
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall
Blossoms fold in chill of fall
Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls
To wake again when spring returns
Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns
Glorious colors for the time must leave
Like lovers parted must surely grieve
We say goodbye for now dear friends
Awaiting the time you bloom again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)
Laugh I must at the things that I do,
Time and again the same mistakes.
Criticizing others, ignoring history true,
A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.
Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,
‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.
Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,
That my hand as in poker is a fold.
When will I learn to practice what I preach,
For more than short periods of time.
Following the path that is right within reach,
From this hole I’ll not have to climb.
Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.
Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Ocean
Sunlight gleams through shards of fractured glass
Worn smooth by the tides move in and out
Peace with suns rise comes to pass
Gentle sounds as waves toss and turn about.
In mother waters, fury and beauty reside
Carving portraits out of sand and stone
Leaving scar and grotto for nature’s tears to hide
While in fathoms deep they lie alone.
Sun sets…royal blue turns to black
Ceaseless the currents move ever forward
Never deliberating or surrendering to look back
Fulfilling its expectation to move onward.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Author’s Note: This poem was originally published on June 25, 2012. I like the feel of it so I thought I would repost it. Hopefully you will like it as much as I do.
Ignorance Is Bliss (Tanka)
Ignorance is bliss
Perhaps we should live that way
In our own world
A better place it would be
Blind to violence and war
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cries Come From The Hill (Tanka)
Cries come from the Hill
They’re coming to kill us all
Mystic Lindsey Graham
He doesn’t need any proof
He just reads his crystal ball
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Independence Should Not Be A Question
Independence should not be a question,
It cannot be caged by man made boundaries,
It is the birthright of all men!
As a world we should cheer,
Hold hands in solidarity for those that long for freedom.
Our Scottish brothers and sisters strive for self-rule,
To live their lives of shared history as one nation,
Abandoning the sovereignty of the Crown.
This eve we should pray that their dream comes to fruition,
That they may stand as an independent Scotland
And proudly wave their flag for all the world to behold.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Please Tell Me
Please tell me….
What does it look like to win?
Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,
No matter how you try you can’t kill it.
You can kill its adherents,
Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.
Containment is decried as weak,
Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,
Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.
So then, please tell me…
What does the enemy look like?
Muslim?
Dark skinned?
Light skinned?
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Young?
Old?
Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.
Can you please tell me…
How will you know your foe?
They will not come at you waving a flag.
They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.
They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,
Blaring their trumpets and saluting.
So tell me again…
Who is the enemy?
The farmer?
The shopkeeper?
The mechanic?
The soldier?
The school teacher?
The Imam?
The mother?
The father?
The child?
Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?
You rhetoric says that you would!
Someone please tell me…
What does it look like to win?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Storm Clouds Boiling (Haiku)
Storm clouds boiling
Thunder rattling windows
Bowling for the gods
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To Have Lost At Love (Tanka)
To have lost at love
A horrible thing indeed
Never to have loved
Is a gift truly wasted
That can never be retrieved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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