Innocent victims
Children gone without a trace
We know the villains
Cowards preying on the young
Where is the world outrage
Each time it happens
It falls further down the screen
A ticker–its home
How sad we’ve become immune
To the plight of the helpless
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
History repeats
When in the hands of such fools
Yet we act as sheep
Why no popular outrage
Why no rolling of their heads
In conflict we lose
Covert forces we back turn
Unleashing turmoil
Whose weapons do they use…ours
Perpetuating terror
Al-Qaeda is ours
A monster we created
Now there is ISIS
Born of a foul petri dish
What could we have expected
When we choose to interfere
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Retaliation
Or at least the thought of it
Over little things
For this I have no excuse
Except for being human
I long to be more
Much more than this petty man
One that’s full of love
Unconsciously forgiving
WIth not one expectation
Even this is hard
This one solitary thing
Before the gauntlet
It is called being human
This one–I cannot escape
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Antagonists prod
In hopes of confrontation
With their jagged barbs
This I refuse to allow
They just aren’t worth the effort
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life! What do you want
Beating me up ‘til I cry
Then knocking me down
Expecting me to thank you
How about if I refuse!
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flaring of tempers
Lead to irrational acts
~~ A future regret
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There–at the wheel of the car that sat behind me,
It isn’t so much what I could here, but more of what I could see.
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Hands were thrashing back and forth waving to and fro,
Your anger I could feel, I didn’t have to know.
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Showing teeth, your lips were curled like a rabid dog,
You seemed to be unaware as if enveloped in fog.
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No, I cannot read ones lips though I surely sensed your rage,
Your act was more attuned to an actor taking stage.
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I can only imagine what you said, “I can’t believe you cheated”,
Words been said a million times and millions more repeated.
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Awkward silence is my guess on the other end of the line,
She probably ignored “Working late” and other telltale signs.
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Placing blame is not my point as love is based on trust,
One her partner clearly breached is my only thrust.
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Though I could not hear her call I felt her silent pain,
My story of the jilted spouse driving the right-hand lane.
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
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We Drink Because We’re Poets — Poetry Prompt #5 – The Ear
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I took some liberties with this prompt as I don’t often pay attention to others conversations, probably because my hearing is not all that great. Instead I used an incident that I saw as I was driving back to my office from a job about 3 weeks ago. There was a woman in the car behind me (driving), angrily waving her arms and clearly screaming into her cell phone. I used my imagination to come up with the story behind her her obvious rage.
Raging storms of emotion
Depressing spirits,
Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.
Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,
Embodying our history as if the present,
Reliving it day after day after day.
This does not promote the fullness of life,
Rather it stunts our happiness;
That which is our God given right.
Healing begins with forgiveness,
Forgiving yourself…
Not for the despicable act
That which was not of your doing,
But for the effect it has on your soul.
It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,
They are not worthy–
Nor a requisite for healing.
This is your life,
Take it back,
Live in the light,
Dig deep within yourself,
Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you
–By your birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trying to stay above the fray,
In spite of the traps laid at my feet.
Some have tried to tease anger to the surface;
Unreasonable requests
Rush judgments,
Poking and prodding, tools of this trade.
I refuse to succumb,
Instead I will look within for strength,
Seeking a joyful place to center myself.
On occasion failures have succeeded–
Yet I refuse to scourge myself over failings,
They are, but momentary and quickly pass.
I am above all of this minutiae,
It is nothing–white-noise lobbed to distract.
With this realization I have strengthened my resolve
And I am resolved to rise above.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Strained parental love
Clashing personalities
Mother and daughter
One lashing out in anger
Are they just too much alike
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~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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