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  • Obsessed As A Culture

    May 12, 2014

    Obsessed as a culture,

    Three hundred channels of voyeurism,

    Crack to the masses for which there is no cure.

    Our appetites are voracious,

    The more they feed us

    The more we swallow.

    We are being dumbed down,

    All in the name of entertainment.

    Fifteen minutes of fame,

    No talent required,

    We buy into this formula.

    Commonsense is on the decline,

    We are no longer educationally superior,

    Our kids instead strive to top the antics of “Jack Ass”

    And long to live in the “Big Brother” house,

    High aspirations indeed.

    This is our future.

    We welcome it with open arms

    And our junk food appetites.

    I guess we get what we deserve.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • Addiction (Shadorma)

    May 10, 2014
    Shop in Rovereto dedicated to books, art supplies and prints
    Shop in Rovereto dedicated to books, art supplies and prints

    Addiction–

    One pleasurable

    Or painful

    For some–sport

    Others use it to feed their muse

    To read or create

     

    Or maybe–

    Acquire artwork

    That one loves

    A vision

    As seen through another’s eye

    That speaks to the heart

     

    Love shopping

    Or not love shopping

    No matter

    We all do

    Fall under its heady spell

    Once in a while

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Shadorma Photo Prompt #7

     

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  • What Is This Thing Mystical

    May 9, 2014

    What is this thing mystical?

    One so oft used to determine one’s worth,

    To discriminate,

    To determine wisdom,

    To justify foolishness,

    Wasted on the young,

    Marking the beginning,

    Anticipating the end,

    Setting milestones,

    Telling us when to leave,

    Removing individuality,

    Segregating the masses,

    Coming too slowly,

    Wished to slow down,

    Terrible early on,

    Then sweet,

    Forty old of youth,

    Fifty young of old,

    Then the precious metal of gold.

    Why the stigma?

    Why the worry?

    This mystic–age,

    It’s no different than its predecessor,

    No different than its successor,

    It’s just a number,

    Like any other.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

    Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Friday’s Threesome 9 May

    Quote: Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age – Victor Hugo

     

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  • Some Say It Is A Window Into The Soul

    May 9, 2014

    Some say it is a window into the soul,

    But me…well, I don’t know

    I run, I jump, I laugh and cajole

    As though I’m putting on a show.

     

    The youth in me knows not this bodies age,

    Ignoring the aches and the pains.

    Like a Mad Hatter on the Phantoms stage,

    Tossing aside my horses reins.

     

    Playing in the grass, flying kites high in the sky,

    Living for just having fun.

    Juvenile maybe, lets just say that I try,

    Hoping for much longer from where I’d begun.

     

    This is how I choose to live a fairytale life,

    One of fullness, prosperity and joy.

    Living without the stress and the mind numbing strife,

    That so many chose to employ.

     

    Then a look in the mirror reveals an inevitable truth,

    That no one can run from their age.

    Bags and wrinkles are not things of one’s youth,

    As each year turns the next page.

     

    In my minds eye I’m still the same person I was

    O’ those many years gone by.

    Only the blind would be ignorant of the cause,

    No matter how hard they may try.

     

    So the moral to this story is one I believe

    To live in happiness and in peace.

    Keep the child in your heart, never to cleave,

    And your elation will surely increase.

     

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Fairytale Prompt #7

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  • As The Moon Rises

    May 9, 2014

    As the moon rises and the sun bids a fond adieu,

    As the final shafts of amber day fade to black,

    There is a gentle stillness that overcomes earth and man,

    One that’s existed since time began.

    Our winged friends song falls on silent deaf ears,

    Replaced by the somber tune of cricket and cicada.

    The rustling of leaves ring vivid to the senses,

    Once undetectable amongst the chaos of the day.

    Even the lowly housefly finds solace in dusk

    Vanishing from sight with nights approach.

    Simple is this time where rest encroaches

    Though absent of life it is not.

    Those of nocturnal bend do rise,

    As they live the fullest of lives amongst the shadows.

    The lonesome and distant howl echoes in the night,

    The song of the owl a signal to impending prey.

    These embraced as a welcome tune

    Sing me to sleep under starry sky.

    Nature–peaceful in all its glory is my lover,

    Holding me in her tender arms until we rise with the dawn,

    To kiss the newest day.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Unwanted Feeling

    May 8, 2014

    Unwanted feeling

    Poking at me since my youth

    Jealousy–blinds me

    I struggle to overcome

    This horrible addiction

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

    ~

    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With HA: By Virtue of Words

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  • Looking Through The Haze

    May 8, 2014
    The Dove - Alex Alemany
    The Dove – Alex Alemany

    Looking through the haze toward distant shores,

    She knows that her love is here no more.

    “Lost at sea” the cable said,

    Whereabouts unknown they presumed him dead,

    But nothing on earth or in heaven can quell,

    Her hope against hope it was wrong what they tell.

    Still the solitary dove of the purest of white,

    Could not quench her anguish as day turned to night.

    With palm against pane her pain tore too much,

    At the strings of her heart he could no longer touch.

    Then a tear weaved its way down her fair tender cheek,

    As the knot in her throat silenced her effort to speak.

    All she could do was weep for him that was lost,

    Ne’er to give up no matter the cost.

    She promised him her love forever and all time,

    To him and him alone his memory enshrined.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

    ~

    Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Prompt #7 – “The Dove”

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  • Storms (A Lover’s Story)

    May 8, 2014

    Storms are not relegated just to the sky,

    They’re raging on in lover’s eyes.

    Torrents of lust and passions bold,

    In each others arms their instincts hold.

     

    Control and thoughts most surely fleet,

    As pheromones lead them off their feet.

    Entwined their hearts will finally merge,

    Giving in to primitive animal urge.

     

    In shuddering release the stars ignite,

    No longer capable of offering up a fight.

    With tender caress the lovers complete,

    Off they drift to sleeps retreat.

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

     

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  • We Aren’t Born To Hate (Haiku)

    May 7, 2014

    We aren’t born to hate

    Instead it is something learned

    ~~ Taught by ignorance

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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  • Antagonists Prod (Tanka)

    May 7, 2014

    Antagonists prod

    In hopes of confrontation

    With their jagged barbs

    This I refuse to allow

    They just aren’t worth the effort

    ~

    ~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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