Taste of Blame (Sonnet)

Bitter and nauseating is the taste of blame

Often stirred by our misguided spirit–ego.

Detesting others with fortune and fame

Until ones jealousy doth flourishing, grows.

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Little good does it serve to another accuse;

Rotting heart and soul to the core.

Resulting in pain and the minds terrible abuse,

Living in darkness ‘til every fiber doth abhor.

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Does harboring this envy, one deadly sin

Heal what you view as improper nay unjust?

This frailty so human caused all ills begin

Diminishing our ability to trust.

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What profit can be gained from hatred ingrained,

But to torture our souls until loves power doth refrain.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Envy – A Tanka

The look on your face

Hinting of true sarcasm

Though your words are kind

Words can not hide the envy

And contempt that you harbor

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Envy

Oh!, envious obsession,

One of seven deadly sins,

Lust for another’s possessions,

Breeds avarice and contempt,

All to what end?

A life of misery,

Constant sadness and dissatisfaction,

Hate, an unquenchable longing,

Reprehensible to a life so succinct,

Cherish the gifts bestowed,

Rejoice in nature,

The heavens,

In family,

For nothing is of greater import,

Earthly possessions are but temporary,

Absconded or lost in passing,

Leaving a desirous heart,

Empty and alone in what lies,

In the hereafter.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~