I Stand Up – A Tanka

I stand up then fall

Like a toddler past his prime

Every step my first

I suppose life works this way

Until the day of our death

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Dormant Hopes

Dormant hopes plow headlong into the day

Exposing what should have been embarked upon long ago.

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Fear and trepidation are expelled by confident reserve

Earned through years and experience.

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Age’s limitations are banished

Realizing that age holds no boundary on dreams.

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To succumb would be to admit paralyzing defeat,

This would be unacceptable.

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Imagined consequences only serve to inhibit

Stunting our ability to progress toward true destiny.

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For there is no failure in the journey made

Only in never having made the journey

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Confusion

Confusion…

Cacophony of sights and sounds

Soupy mixture

A distasteful bombardment

Inescapable…

Every turn a stone wall

Pounding and punishing

Piercing flesh

Drawing blood

Fracturing bone

Draining every last drop of energy

Pushing back

Nothing but resistance

Drenched in sweat

Eyes sting

Bloodshot from strain

Head in hands

Driven to tears

Trapped…

Beaten into submission

Giving up

You win

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Forsaking Our Future

I wrote this poem some time ago about our governments handling of education.  I continuously hear from both sides of the aisle that in order to strengthen our nation, we need to invest in our children’s educations.  Well, I’m sure that I am not alone in voicing disgust with our elected officials.  In every budget discussion, you will hear them crying to reduce funding for public education.  I’m sorry, but you can not invest in education while cutting its funding, it does not work.  There are many, especially on the right, that would like to see public education destroyed in favor of privatization (if they had their way everything would be privatized), but myself, my parents and their parents before them as an example, all are/were products of a public education and have done quite well for themselves just as many of you probably have.  This piece is my way of voicing my frustration with our system of partisan politics using a farming analogy.

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Crops lays abandoned,

Overrun with the sprawl of weeds.

The young ripe for the picking,

Left to rot in the noonday sun.

Government touts the virtue of our crops,

Pleading for us to do more,

While refusing to help cultivate.

“It’s just too expensive.”,

Saying we need to invest more,

As they chop, chop, chop,

Down the ivory halls.

Instead we placate our appetites,

Feasting on imported produce from distant shores.

Why do we not sow our own?

The seeds lay before us,

Waiting for the planting.

All the while, seasons come and go,

Leaving sun swept earth,

Arid and untended.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gift of Failure

Is not our destiny emboldened by failures,

Our willingness to succumb to self-doubt and pity,

This affords us nary a benefit.

I ask, to what then do we owe our failures?

Profound gratitude comes first to mind,

A hearty handshake,

A warm pat on the back for the lesson learned.

Strengthening character through adversity, we thrive

Redirecting destiny in the direction of our choosing,

Revoking it’s privilege to capitalize on our fears,

We take charge of the path we travel.

Quashing failure…

We sway our very circumstance.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gone

The light fails me,

I open my eyes,

Hoping to see more clearly,

But there is no focus.

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Nothing is as is should be,

My head hurts in the painful quiet,

There is no comfort,

In this cold empty bed.

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I drove me to this madness,

And you, away in disgust,

I didn’t try to stop you,

Stubbornly shunning you.

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Your tears did not deter,

I swore you’d be back,

How could you live without me,

After all these years.

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But emptiness speaks volumes,

Shouting your answer,

“I’m gone!”

On my once deaf ears.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~