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  • Corporate Muscles Flexed Once Again

    June 30, 2014

    Corporate muscles flexed once again,

    Trampling the rights of the common man.

    What fools believe that corporations are people?

    Why does one person’s belief trump that of another?

    Where is the judicial in all of this?

    Are they not charged with protecting the people’s rights?

    They have become political tyrants,

    Partisan and putrid as the legislative and executive.

    “We The People” has become a joke;

    Something relegated to the past,

    Something we look back fondly on that once existed,

    But sadly exist no more.

    Individuals have no power to enact change

    Where money and business rule.

    Silenced by the dollar, we are ignored.

    Was this erected in our framework,

    Was this what the founders intended,

    That man should be subjugated by greed and profit?

    We cry foul at those who infringe on human and civil rights,

    Yet we are nothing but hypocrites,

    Infringing on the rights of our own.

    There is no fairness under the law,

    There is no justice under the law,

    Unless you can afford to buy it.

    Raise the gavel…

    We’ve sold out to the highest bidder!

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

    June 30, 2014

    Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
    How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
    If I were to pass my life complete,
    Enveloped in your love so deep.

    I turn to caress your tender face,
    Through the many years you’re still the one.
    There is no other to take your place,
    Written in the stars since times begun.

    In passions embrace our souls consumed,
    As we once two commence to be one.
    A love this true could never be assumed,
    From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

    O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
    With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • O’ My Youngest One

    June 28, 2014

    O’ my youngest one

    Do not give up on your dreams

    They are yours alone

    Others may think they know best

    Even I am not immune

    Done without malice

    My intentions are most pure

    Though I am human

    Dare to dream my precious child

    This is where greatness is born

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Last Traces Of Day (Tanka)

    June 27, 2014

    Last traces of day

    Sink below the horizon

    Relief from days heat

    Still and warm, the crickets sound

    Singing the song of the night

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • The Question

    June 27, 2014

    Whether from space or terra firma I feel minuscule;

    A pawn in some cosmic game in which I am an illegitimate player.

    Who is this phantom puppet master pulling my strings?

    I haven’t a scintilla of an idea…

    I never have–

    Though I’ve never ceased wondering.

    All this palaver of an omnipotent Being perplexes me.

    Where is He,

    Who is He,

    I have not a clue.

    I’ve spent my entire life grazing on the spiritual texts,

    Looking for answers to the eternal question.

    I suppose that it has not been all for naught however,

    As I have become inure to many of the horrors of this world because of them.

    Even so the questions come in waves

    Like brontides they shake me to my very core.

    Unnerving and unsettling are they.

    As another day closes with nary an answer

    I suppose I shall sit in my darkened room;

    Pondering the meaning of life

    While I am bathed in the fragrance of fresh cut chrysanthemums

    And enjoy a relaxing spot of tea.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

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    Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #14
    Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

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  • I Strive To Be As The Sapling

    June 27, 2014

    I strive to be as the sapling;

    Flexible in the path of the raging gale.

    The sapling does not struggle against its foe,

    It does not stand rigid as an elder,

    It bows gracefully and without pretense.

    Even in its youth

    The sapling knows it could not withstand the fury,

    So by yielding it survives unscathed.

    This is the wisdom lost to maturity.

    With age the sapling becomes increasingly inflexible

    Until in time its trunk refuses to bend.

    We are not so unlike the simple tree,

    Showing great resilience in childhood,

    Becoming unwavering and obstinate with age.

    Oh what I would not give to be as the lowly sapling.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Help Wanted: poets please apply…(get your copy FREE)

    June 27, 2014

    Here is your chance to score and outstanding poetry anthology by 19 different poets, some of who you may know and some you may not (yes I am one of them) for free through Monday June 30th. Why not pick up your copy now…it makes great summer reading.

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  • Song From The Rooftop (Haiku)

    June 27, 2014

    Song from the rooftop
    A morning dove calls its mate
    ~~ Nature’s alarm clock
    ~
    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Destitute, Broken

    June 26, 2014

    Destitute, broken
    Veterans thrown to the streets
    Forgotten by all
    Do they not deserve much more
    Than to be treated like trash
    They sacrificed much
    Though the cause–questionable
    Do we not owe them
    Our gratitude and our help
    For the part of them they lost
    ~
    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Wheels Of Bloody War Continue To Turn

    June 26, 2014

    Wheels of bloody war continue to turn,

    Backing foreign rebels whose motives unclear.

    While villages and cities continue to burn

    We’re spoon fed a diet of who we should fear.

    ~

    Millions of dollars to be funnelled covert,

    To whom we don’t know, just trust us we’re told.

    Protecting our interests how could it possibly hurt,

    This story gets older the more that it’s told.

    ~

    Creating future enemies with training and guns,

    A lesson that we still have not learned.

    Viewed by the world as reincarnated Huns,

    Our reputation, our flag once again burned.

    ~

    Another “War on Terror” with no defined win

    A phrase perhaps coined oh so rightly

    Though resources and patience are stretched ever so thin

    We’re lied to with teeth clenched so tightly

    ~

    We’re told this is for the protection of all,

    As if we couldn’t see through their disguise.

    It’s all about profit and a wealth of crude oil

    Wrapped in “freedoms” meager blanket of lies.

    ~

    Our love for our cars, our boats, our planes

    And all things founded on fossil fuels.

    We take what we want without easing their pains

    Makes us look like great bullies and fools.

    ~

    Then they claim concern for the welfare of man

    When it’s really nothing more than an act.

    Money and greed and taking all that they can

    Is an evident though an oft denied fact.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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