Galvanizing hate!
Bombs serve as propaganda
Scrolled in human blood.
Tears can’t wash away the pain
As the body count rises.
What is to be gained,
There cannot be a victor
Amongst this madness?
Only memories of death
Can survive in these ruins.
Animosity!
The progeny of warfare,
Perpetuated.
It is the subjugator–
Trapping us in violence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scattered amongst the ashes
A solitary flame flickers
Shedding light on the bleakness of this world.
Perhaps the next child born will be the one to save us from ourselves.
Each first breath offering hope
That our nescience is not irreparable.
Deeming ourselves civilized
We erect gauntlets against what does not fit our world view.
Denying climate change,
Though it stares us in the eye,
Forcing spiritual beliefs
All the while claiming discrimination,
Sloughing off cries of racism
Because admission would make us something less than human.
I see no light amongst the living–
Only more of the same driven by greed and selfishness.
If we are to be rescued it will be by a new guard,
One untainted by our perverted values,
One born with the humanity, the selflessness, the courage
To eradicate the filth that pollutes this planet
With their bastardized vision of God
And their gluttonous appetite for money.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Brother fights brother
Will expressed through violence
So death marches on
All for ideology
Refusing to live on peace
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Many a trip to distant shores
Seen from deck and crows nest high
I pray my return home to Aliveri
Its port, my village, my final trip
Still far from home the wind did blow
Gale ripping sails from masthead and spar
Fierce storm did brew this wretched foe
Fear contagious proving fatally toxic
Men jumping ship as we list and creak
Hull split and torn, I choke on frigid brine
I bid you farewell with great sorrow–I’m dead
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Poetry Prompt #6 Reverse Acrostic – We Drink Because We’re Poets – Prompt Word: Shipwreck
Does the bird worry
They know not of tomorrow
Only of today
Man alone shows his concern
For that which may never come
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Two simple words,
Three little letters,
Commanded by God eons ago.
Spoken with respect or not spoken at all.
Blasphemous if taken personally.
Held sacred in the Torah as in the Old Testament.
Otherworldly–
Holy–
Instilling fear in the faithful–
But why?
Are we not made of God,
In the image of God,
Each a Creator in our own right?
As written in first John,
“He who does not love does not know God, because God is love.”
So why are we so afraid?
If I am filled with love… am I not love?
And therefore,
If I am love am I not…
I Am?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In the daylight I sit–tis dark as night
Not void of sun as one might think.
Emotions cloud every thought and sight,
Depressions hole I claw and sink.
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Sadness without good cause inflicts;
Caped in black to draw out life.
Pain…such pain this joyless fix
Cuts like a razor–damn bloody knife.
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Out of the blue this Satan creeps,
Slinking slowly to fill my head.
Of little comfort is nightly sleep
At times a prayer be better dead.
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All is not lost for this too shall pass
Though certain that this time will not be the last.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The blink of an eye
Ones life in the scheme of things
Its here and then gone
Wasted due to our own fears
Until we end in regret
This should never be
We were all born to create
Everything we dream
The only shame–not living
Just because we are afraid
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winters chill fast approaching,
Trees barren of supple leaves
Stand cold and hard–unfeeling.
Still my heart beats–
Pulsing warm and full of life;
Though invisible to the naked eye
Like the tree…I live,
Waiting to usher forth that which I hold close.
My passions roil inside begging release,
But this runs contrary to my grain.
Struggling as that of the springtime bud
To escape from their dormancy.
Perhaps this cocoon is of my own making,
Protecting me from imagined fears.
I push…push with all my might
Against my ivy covered shell
Long shuttered to keep the frost at bay;
Exposure to the cold starkness of life too much to bear.
This is not what it is to live
Instead it is simply existing,
Void of true joy, void of heartfelt bliss
I will hibernate no longer.
This will be my spring, my season of renewal,
Buds of my inner self will burst forth
Freeing me of my self-imposed bondage,
Allowing me to thrive
In the sunlight of the everlasting day.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do not cower in darkness, in this imaginary fear
The black is nothing but starkness, in one’s own mind my dear
A thing of fairytales and nursery rhymes and legends of all kinds
Impotent in daylights harshness, our worries disappear
.
Oh…the tricks and fears we dream with our active mind
No matter how many tears we cry there are always more to find
Dry your eyes my little one, for none of this is real
As daylight wanes, evening nears, dreams and nightmares intertwined
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Time will tell that all is well, for I know quite how you feel,
Bedtime comes to room you dwell, to God you pray and kneel
With deepest hope your wishes and dreams most in earnest hear
Before you know as parent this same to your own children heal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHORS NOT: This poem was inspired and modeled after the Persian Rubaiyet form introduced to me by Jen over at Blog It or Lose It, please check out her blog, I think you will enjoy it.
Dom DiFrancesco 