Life’s dramas unfold
Don’t get caught in their dragnet
Or you may just drown
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: conflict
Skin Prickles
Skin prickles,
Blood boils,
Barbs catch flesh
Tearing bits and pieces.
Words are arrows striking my soul,
Bleeding and angry I cry out.
Why…why does bating frustrate,
I promised it wouldn’t!
It would never be allowed to spoil me,
But it has once again.
Deep breaths, eyes closed, I must let it go,
Regaining my center,
Banishing my anger to the netherlands,
For my own sanity I must forgive
Allowing others to believe as they will.
They too are trying to find their way;
Looking for answers through consensus or conflict.
I must learn to accept this with a smile
Offering them nothing,
But love and silence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
History Repeats
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 ~~
The Answer
The answer…easy!
Truth in a four letter word,
That’s what love is.
Dissolving hate and conflict
Were it not for our innate flaws.
There never was any other key
To pick our lock of despotism.
We held it all along,
But are either too afraid
Or too self-absorbed to us it.
This is the root of our evil,
Leading to our ultimate demise
Unless we insert key in lock
And turn it to the right.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Beneath the Shell
Credit – withthisfavor.com
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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We look upon this world as an oyster
Rough, hard and jagged to the touch
Awash with the dirt and grit of life’s tribulations
It lies burrowed in the muck to hide from conflict
Still we claw and rake in the filth for the treasure it holds
Drawing it out from the safety of it’s dingy home
It’s shell is not easily unlocked
Clamped down tightly to protect itself from pain
Reluctantly the shell is pried open
Gradually and over time we are revealed
In a flood our surroundings rush in
Exposing virgin skin to the unfamiliar
Joy and excitement replace reluctance
What wonder is found in discovering your dreams
For beneath the newly uncovered flesh
Lies the pearl you have been longing for
Forgotten Warriors
Rock covered armored vehicle
Afghanistan
Children and adult villages pelt
the vehicles with rocks as they pass
By D. R. DiFrancesco
I don’t pretend to know the feelings of war,
I’ve never served,
Instead living the joy and sorrow,
Loneliness and homesickness through my son.
Here I sit in my easy chair,
TV tuned to CNN,
Disgusted that there is no coverage,
Do they even remember we are at war?
I remember every waking hour of the day,
Passing my sons empty room,
Left as a constant reminder that he’s far from home,
Living in squalor, among Camel Spiders and Taliban.
He wrote,
Finally I realize…
Everything here wants to kill us,
My eyes welled up with tears.
He’s his own man now,
No longer can his mother and I protect him,
Our trust must be placed in his training,
Relying on his bravery and strength.
This makes it no easier,
Weeks pass with no word,
Sadness and worry are all consuming,
Struggling to maintain sanity.
Then a brief call or message online,
All is well, could you send me a few things,
I need new boots, snacks, vitamins,
My God its hot here.
For just a few moments there is happiness,
Content that for now he is safe,
Then he is gone again,
No word for weeks.
Sitting in my easy chair,
Still no coverage on TV,
Certain that they have forgotten.
Praying for the next call.
Don’t worry,
I’m safe and doing well.
PLEASE DON”T FORGET OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN SERVING IN AFGHANISTAN
OR ELSEWHERE AROUND THE WORLD
Dom DiFrancesco 