Lightning tears the sky
Shattering heaven’s crystal
God’s fragile canvas
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
You Were Happy
You were happy–I saw it in your eyes
Dreams at your fingertips–unstoppable
Then I saw the flame flicker–extinguished
Snuffed out like a candle by judgement
You never rose again from the ashes
Your hopes and dreams cremated
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Much Needed Rain
Much needed rain
Though drought it does not ease.
Standing outside gazing,
Looking skyward, thankful.
River and road become one before us
As cool muddy water rushes
To where no one knows.
We know this will not last–
Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,
But it does not deter from this pleasantry.
Residents of desert and dwelling
Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.
Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.
Living only days–
They know they are numbered
Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.
Withering to dust–
They return to the earth from whence they came.
This cycle they know oh so well.
Like the waters, all things recede
Back to the source of their creation
In hopes of reemerging one day
To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Intemperate Mood
Intemperate mood greets the day,
An avalanche of negativity,
Red carpet for angry outbursts.
Circumstances–weakness of the mind
Blossoms into crimson rage;
Control unattainable.
Justifying actions, so mortal
Refusing to admit humanness, so flawed.
This cannot go on,
This must not go on for sanity’s sake.
Composure must be restored,
Blood pressure, headaches put in check
Anger tamped down.
Knowing this does not diminish the effects
Detrimental and painful.
Deep breaths, soothing mantras serve to calm
Restoring semblance of normalcy.
Considering what could have been done better,
Injecting positivity into aura
Brightening an otherwise dismal day.
Finding balance within
Returns the soul to peace
From the precipice of spiritual disaster.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With Rage Filled Falsetto
With rage filled falsetto,
The sword they did swing.
Exuding pure hatred,
As the metal blade did ring.
Their gesture surely proved,
Cruel motives not of God.
Over all the legions of bodies,
Their evil boots do trod.
How meaningless their killings,
Of brothers of the Quran.
All others considered infidels,
In this–God’s promised land.
While radiation bleaches,
The dead down to their bones.
Plaster’s painted red,
By blood spilled in their homes.
ISIS claims their quest,
God commanded of their troops.
While really it’s about power,
And the subjugating of groups.
Capturing the palaces,
The baroque and gaudy estates.
Feasting on the finest,
On gold and silver plates.
They pledge that no longer,
Will dormancy exist.
The caliphate will rise,
And rule with an iron fist.
Every living thing,
Will cower under their command.
Geese and sheep and camel,
And the people of this land.
Sadly violence met with violence,
May be the only way this stops.
Freeing terrorized citizens
To return to their farms and shops.
While nations far and wide,
Debate their horrid fate.
One nation no matter how imperfect
Stepped in before it was too late.
We lost one of our own,
One who never fought.
We pray that your death
Will not be all for naught.
The best thing we can do,
To honor your needless loss
Is to bravely stay the course,
And win at any cost.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22
Words (Tyburn)
Deepest
Saddest
Oldest
Coldest
Words cut the deepest, saddest of truths
Results in oldest, coldest reprove
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Authors Note: This is one form I had never tried before. I realize that it looks quite easy, but please know that it isn’t. Give a try yourself and see. I realize this isn’t perfect, but it’s a start.
Tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.
Examples can be found at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tyburn.html
Blink And It Is Gone
Blink and it is gone.
All that you took for granted–
Evaporated,
Because of insatiable greed
And deep-rooted selfishness.
Looking down from high
Upon those less fortunate
With smirks and disdain–
You should truly be ashamed!
Each dirty face could be yours
In a single blink.
It is that simple.
In this life or the next
There will be judgement.
Do you want to take the chance
That you’ll be the lesser soul?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Eyes Close For The Day (Haiku)
Eyes close for the day
Preparing for tomorrow
Start with a clean slate
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With Tears I Say Goodbye
With tears I say goodbye
Though I do not know your pain,
Nor the pain of your ancestors
Inflicted at the hands of those that look like me.
When I look in the mirror
I am not proud,
I am not proud of our past,
Not proud of of our inhumanity,
Not proud of the picture our hands are painting.
With a broad brush,
We paint in your blood,
Red and warm as mine
Though left to dry cold in the streets.
We stand around,
As if awaiting applause,
While your spirit fades,
Showing just how little we care.
I know this is not me,
Though I know you can’t see it;
And that these words are just words
Unable to bring you back from the dead.
Your family grieves,
But their grief is overshadowed,
Trampled down under the weight of constant diversions
Portraying you as something less than human.
Yet none of this matters!
Injustice cannot hide forever
Behind an iron blue citadel
Mortared with lies, racism and hatred.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
AUTHORS NOTE: I was not going to write another piece about the tragedy in Ferguson Missouri today, but I find Michael Browns’s death so troubling that I couldn’t help myself. His death in my eyes shows that racism still runs rampant in this country though many of us would prefer not to admit it. For those that would like to pretend this never happened, I think it is time you opened your eyes. Explain to me how being stopped for jaywalking could escalate to the point where a young man is shot six times and killed, then left alone in the street for so long. This is completely beyond my comprehension.
I Ache For You
I ache for you,
Nerve endings strain against the skin that represses them.
Agony and ecstasy bound into one vessel
Waiting to draw you close and ravage you.
This–a torture worse than a thousand deaths
I would not trade.
Nay–the devil may try to lead this soul astray,
But he will surely fail.
You, my beloved, are all that this unworthy beast desires.
The scent of your hair,
The softness of your silky skin
Caressed under my calloused hands,
Your love, though I am flawed and fragile
Is all that I desire.
I offer my heart, soul, blood and bone to you,
No conditions, free for your taking.
What more can I give than my life
Which was yours from conception.
You are my destiny, my love, my life,
The one that I live for
…And the one I would gladly die for.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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