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Theater Of Life

Naked and raw
Blasting from the womb like a seedling from its pod
Screaming for the first breath
So begins the amazing campaign
A politician elected to life.

Born out of love or lust
The aftermath which is indistinguishable
Unquenchable contest for sustenance
To triumph is all that is known
Primal urges the impetus to persist.

Adolescence brings arrogance
As maturity is sluggish to prevail over unrefined emotion
Enmity and dispute become commonplace
Tightening the reins like those of an untamed mustang
Welcome, right of passage.

Time quells obstinacy
While Respect replaces contempt
Competition for dominance is no longer primary
Instead wisdom is honored rather than detested
Seeing in age what we hope to become.

Understanding seems second nature
Now seen through the eyes of the aged
What once so obscure, is now clear as crystal
Modeled in the image of those that came before
To live in us as both a blessing and curse.

Son becomes father, daughter becomes mother
The circle enclosed as adolescent morphs into elder
Kindred souls flow like a river never-ceasing
Reproducing life through life’s rushing waters
Simply actors are we in this great play.

Leaving behind those we’ve reared
Progeny that embody what is transcendent
Nature and happenstance will dictate their course
While predecessors move on to nights last voyage
Rhythmically repeating the cycle of life.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: This was the very first poem that I posted on WordPress back on June 30, 2012.  I haven’t read this poem in a very long time and fortunately I still like it.  I thought it might be nice to sprinkle a few pieces into the mix that many of you may not have seen.  I hope that you like them.  Thank you all for the long time support that you have shown me, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Do Spirits Exist (Tanka)

Do spirits exist

Walking the earth after dark

Or are we alone

It can’t be coincidence

That things go bump in the night

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Complicit Are They

Complicit are they

Brandishing their mighty swords

While crying for war

They hold the blade to our necks

Prepared to slaughter skeptics

Monsters, murderers

A mess of their creation

Denied as fiction

How short the memory is

When the Right can blame the Left

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Innocent Victim

Innocent victim

Slaughtered by a cowards hand.

Men of God they’re not!

Another family mourns

A loved one lost overseas.

Constant calls to strike,

Hawks playing on sympathy;

Who is the target?

Wolves blend in with sheep’s clothing;

More collateral damage.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Faces Of Those Passed (Tanka)

Faces of those passed

I remember vividly

As if they’re still here

Is this our eternal life

To live on in memory

 

~~ 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 ~~

 

Hawks At It Again (Tanka)

Hawks at it again

Preaching fear to the masses

McCain’s battle cry

Only he has the answers

Say cheese for the cameras

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Long Should I Stay (Sonnet)

How long should I stay, it’s a question of time

As long as you need I suppose, if you must.

Do we really have a say, I say no to the climb

From birth to our death, in the Divine we must trust.

 

One minute or years, it’s out of our control

How long we will be on this earth, we don’t know.

Fear of our passing, certainly taking its toll

For when heaven comes calling, we must go.

 

Try as we might, we can’t stave our own ends

Rearing it’s head, unexpected most times.

This circle of life, no mere mortal can bend

As we wait for the hour, Reaper’s bell to chime.

 

Be thankful for what time we have in this life, fleeting it is to be certain,

Loving your children, mother, father, husband, wife, before you draw your last curtain.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Teetering On The Brink

Teetering on the brink–again;

War-hawks sounding their alarm

Like the boy who cried wolf.

Prodding the populace with fear

As if they and they alone can foretell the future,

This is always their way.

They act as if violence on our soil is inevitable,

That we must strike first

Before the boogieman gets us in our sleep.

What is the endgame?

The objectives are muddled at best

Causing more harm than good.

Blaming the other side for inaction

Is their way of shifting focus,

And we believe time-and-time again.

All while their silken pockets are lined with gold

For their them and their friends.

Death is an industry like any other;

Capitalism at its finest

And we feed into their vile fare.

Rallying behind their hate and ignoring their greed

They hide behind the guise of patriotism;

O’ how blind and oblivious we are.

There is no dispute,

Barbaric acts of murder are despicable.

There is no death that can be condoned or celebrated,

Especially of the innocent.

Is this an act of war?

They are not a country.

They are not a government.

They are nothing, but criminals and murderers,

Treat them as such!

Yes, there is evil in this world!

Yes, there is a time and place for action,

But the motives must be clear,

The end must be solidly defined

And the cause must be just.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Much Needed Rain

Much needed rain

Though drought it does not ease.

Standing outside gazing,

Looking skyward, thankful.

River and road become one before us

As cool muddy water rushes

To where no one knows.

We know this will not last–

Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,

But it does not deter from this pleasantry.

Residents of desert and dwelling

Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.

Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.

Living only days–

They know they are numbered

Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.

Withering to dust–

They return to the earth from whence they came.

This cycle they know oh so well.

Like the waters, all things recede

Back to the source of their creation

In hopes of reemerging one day

To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~