Tag Archives: abuse

Knowing Right And Wrong (Tanka)

Knowing right and wrong

We blame it on upbringing

Wooden switch draws blood

He’s just a child of four

How terrible could he be

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lest We Forget Him

Lest we forget him

Michael Brown finally rests

But the fight goes on

His family still in mourning

Must live a life without him

This is a disgrace

As a nation we should weep

Drowning in our tears

Not for Ferguson alone

But for ourselves and country

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Death Of Our Future

Death of our future;

Skin color–judge and jury

In prejudice hands.

O’ the man he might have been,

Greatness he might have attained!

We will never know

As the blood pool will attest.

Our youth sacrificed

For their outward appearance

Instead of what’s in the heart.

This is pure hatred,

Revealing the blackened soul

Of years long gone by.

We thought we were above this

In one nation under God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

This Modern Day (Sonnet)

This modern day doth promote looseness of lips

Easily speaking with nary a thought,

Then later in regret we come to grips

With what is proper as we had been taught.

A click of send with no recall,

Forever unleashed upon our world,

Try as we might we can never stall

The insults and hurt that we have hurled.

Nay, neither you nor I are immune;

We’re feeble and frail in our judgement moral.

Apologizing and vowing a different tune,

We beg forgiveness both written and oral.

Would it not have been best to have bitten our tongue

Forgoing the backlash that has now begun.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

My Predicament (Tanka)

My predicament

Funny unless you live it

Then it is just sad

Be cautious with ridicule

As it just might bite you back

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Cataclysm

A cataclysm

Things…

Not just any things, but everything

Erupting…

Spewing fire, rock, ash

Vesuvius in the flesh

Raining devastation in torrents

Emotions flooding

Consuming everyone…

Nothing is spared

Rage uncontrollable

Wielding immense power

Resulting in blood and tears

Those that worship are left in ruins

Blaming themselves…

Their actions for this travesty

Without shame

Destructive behavior persists

Until there was nothing left

Nothing, but ashes and rubble

And a legacy of carnage

That will last for generations

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Drinking Dulls The Pain

Drinking dulls the pain,

Feeding the same worn excuse,

Permitting abuse,

Damaging family and friends,

Leaving no external scars.

Yet wounds just as real

Bleed, becoming infected,

Contagious with time,

Perpetuating sickness

For generations to come.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Glass Houses

Glass houses, a stone was thrown,

Where vines with thorn and poison grown.

Mirror you look, but cannot see,

Thing you hate inside is me.

So much alike, minds eye blind,

Wall of stone you hide behind.

Fear the world would see what’s real,

Confront the pain too painful to feel.

Problems perceived, faults not mine,

No matter you can’t ignore the signs.

Bury them deep, you feel you must,

Someday the damage you’ll see I trust.

Stronger than you, you never realized,

Afraid to look into my eyes.

Afraid you’ll find myself in you,

False perception like bird would flew.

Carry on this childish game,

One day to burn out a candle flame.

My hope for you be sooner I pray,

Love yourself come-what-may.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

 

Prejudice in the 21st Century

You look on appalled and concerned

Just as I look at you.

Maybe he’s out for walk,

Bird watching,

Enjoying the sun or the weather.

Oh no, that can not be,

We haven’t seen him before!

Where did he come from?

Where is he going?

He must be up to no good.

Casing the joint,

Looking to rob us,

Rape our women,

Set fire to our homes,

Surely he must be a criminal,

He does not belong here!

But why incredulous?

He doesn’t look like us,

His type doesn’t live in this neighborhood.

He’s the wrong color,

Certainly he must be muslim

Or gay,

Or dealing drugs to our kids

And hates this country.

This is the twenty-first century,

Haven’t we moved beyond our prejudice?

Shamefully…

No!

Hateful glances say no,

Joblessness says no,

Homelessness says no,

Hearts and minds say no,

Ignorance still exists,

The year,

The decade,

The century matters not.

In correctness some bite their tongues,

But their medieval minds dictate.

Thoughts expressed through actions,

Conversations held in the shadows,

The like-minded nodding in approval.

So little have we progressed,

Claims of enlightenment ring hollow.

Baseless assumptions poisoning us,

Fear used as justification,

Repetition brainwashing the ignorant.

When will it end,

This perpetuation of hate,

Cloaked as patriotism, religion,

Our constitutional right?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shattered Glass

Shattered glass sparkles as crystal under foot.

In anger, words were elusive,

You replied with an object of convenience.

O’ the lovely bouquet;

Homeless, evicted from it’s vase residence,

A chaotic arrangement on the hardwood.

Love morphed to hate,

Expressed in oh so funny ways.

Drenched in floral water

Fragrant as your estrogen tears,

Laying prone to avoid concussion.

What brought us here?

Pictures…smile infused speak of happier times,

Posing cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand,

No angry words, no words at all,

Communication via telepathy.

Speaking became a flint

Sparking…fueling fire, blue, white hot.

Singeing flesh and heart,

Blistering physically and emotionally

Until silence became a friend.

There is no reconciliation

No bandage or splint to fix what’s broken.

Like the vase, Irreparably shattered,

Love is left in a million pieces.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~