It Comes Not In A Jar

It comes not in a jar,

Can not be boxed, placed in a sack.

There is no recipe,

No cookbook, no formula to concoct.

There is no raffle,

No lottery, no auction to crave.

It’s no magic potion,

No spell, no wand you can wave.

Very often there’s pain

It slashes, it slices right down to the bone.

Frequently it’s blind,

It’s crippled, it’s stunted as others have shone.

But more often than not it results in true bliss,

It’s passion, it’s love that is tops on the list.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

O’ Blessed Silence How I Long For Thee (Sonnet)

O’ blessed silence, how I long for thee,

Surrounded by ignorance and fools.

Blind to reality by refusing to see,

They’re being used as propagandist tools.

 

Is not an informed citizenry a wonderful thing,

With fact-based opinions at their core.

Sadly lost to the masses, they grasp for a ring,

Tarnished from a time long before.

 

It seems compassion’s lost to the hearts of fellow-men,

Leaving them cold with the worst traits thought past.

Rigid and hateful and unwilling to bend,

Claiming piety with iron-fist holding fast.

 

The softening of hearts would surely serve us well while still questioning those that lead us.

A sacred obligation as our founders did tell with diplomacy and respect to discuss.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Darkness Approaches

Darkness approaches

Yet we don’t see it coming.

We have been lied to,

Betrayed by our government.

Still…many among us cheer.

Maybe I’m confused

When those affected revel.

Blindly happy;

Ignoring their own demise

…One day soon the sky will fall.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~