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  • What’s Our Future Hold (Tanka)

    September 19, 2014

    What’s our future hold

    My only hope is for peace

    Peace for our children

    Look into their guiltless eyes

    How could you pull the trigger

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Two-By-Two Were Saved (Tanka)

    September 19, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall

    September 19, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

    September 18, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • The Ocean

    September 18, 2014

    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.

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  • Ignorance Is Bliss (Tanka)

    September 18, 2014

    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 ~~

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  • Cries Come From The Hill (Tanka)

    September 17, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • Independence Should Not Be A Question

    September 17, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • Please Tell Me

    September 17, 2014

    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 ~~

     

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  • Storm Clouds Boiling (Haiku)

    September 17, 2014

    Storm clouds boiling
    Thunder rattling windows
    Bowling for the gods

    ~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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