Tag Archives: hatred

Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones may break one’s bones,

But words most certainly hurt.

Bones do heal as time has shown,

While words eternal pain can exert.

 

Some will use age as a valid excuse

For exhibition of poor behavior.

Even if you were some eccentric recluse,

This still wouldn’t serve as your savior.

 

All the money in this world does not buy you the right

To treat others as something less human.

On judgement day you will see the shortness of sight,

And your legacy will be seeking absolution.

 

Your racism only serves to sever the bonds

You should have with your sisters and brothers.

Claiming foul play when they choose to respond,

Treating them not as friends, but as others.

 

Bury your head in the proverbial sand,

Denying your views are archaic.

You won’t get away with the slap of a hand,

For in hate and prejudice you partake.

 

You’d think that these words would have long ago past

Into the annals of far ancient history.

Yet time and again they rear their ugly heads,

Why to me remains an elusive mystery.

 

Let bygone-be-bygones aren’t we one and the same,

Dealing with the hand we’ve been given.

Helping one another is the name of the game,

To live in love in this life that we’re living.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Aren’t Born To Hate (Haiku)

We aren’t born to hate

Instead it is something learned

~~ Taught by ignorance

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Human Trafficking (Tanka)

Human Trafficking

The world stands by and watches

Little girls for sale

Stolen in the name of God

By hypocrites and devils

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ 

Flaring of Tempers (Haiku)

Flaring of tempers

Lead to irrational acts

~~ A future regret

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Stares

Stares

Talking in hushed tones

Diverting eye contact

Ducking low so not to be seen

Prejudice and hatred

What could be more obvious

Skin color

Accent

Weight

Height

Disability

Religion

Sexual orientation

Dress

All poor excuses for ignorance

Next time–look in the mirror

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Privy to Others Conversations (Sonnet)

Privy to others conversations, my ears are burning,

Listening to the incessant feeding of negatives hunger.

Voraciously seeking the sympathy, they’re yearning,

Causing me to wince, my nerves they shudder.

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Perpetuating hatred–conspiracy under guise of neutrality,

Practicing not what they publicly preach.

Choosing instead to live a different reality,

One that’s close-minded, but so in their reach.

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Why is it that man prefers deafness, to be blind,

Rather than change the narrowness of anuninformed course.

Archaic is their thinking of the most ignorant kind,

Thinking they can change others, spewing shallow discourse.

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If only they would look inside to goodness buried deep within,

No place could vile hatred hide, the world’s healing would begin.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

 

Raging Storms of Emotion

Raging storms of emotion

Depressing spirits,

Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.

Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,

Embodying our history as if the present,

Reliving it day after day after day.

This does not promote the fullness of life,

Rather it stunts our happiness;

That which is our God given right.

Healing begins with forgiveness,

Forgiving yourself…

Not for the despicable act

That which was not of your doing,

But for the effect it has on your soul.

It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,

They are not worthy–

Nor a requisite for healing.

This is your life,

Take it back,

Live in the light,

Dig deep within yourself,

Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you

–By your birth.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Will We Never Learn

My face,

A dark reflection rippling in the deep, black of the water.

My soul,

Tainted by the depth of corruption this our world.

My heart,

Cold and pained from the lack of humanity and love.

My mind,

Tormented by the illogic that man inflicts on man.

My body,

Ravaged and aged beyond its years from stress and pain.

My faith,

Broken by the intolerance and hatred shown toward our fellow man.

My life,

Stunted by feelings of helplessness.

My wish,

That all these agonies can be healed

Then, like a cold stone wall, reality hits me,

Breaking my spirit and my will.

As I watch the demons of history

Resurrected time and time again.

Will we never learn?

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blinded

Blinded by incessant greed,

You care not how it is acquired.

Crushing the lowly ant beneath designer wingtips

Screams for mercy go unheeded muffled in their death.

Prodded from birth a loss shall not be suffered,

Now so ingrained is it that you know no other way.

Color green, dreams of dollars, pounds, yen, your consummate brides,

You see nothing else, you see no inequity, no poverty.

Devoured by loathing, oblivious to anything but self

You despise those you view as vagrants, leeches, sycophants,

Treating them as rubbish though you know not their stories.

No time do you have for the common good,

Nor anyone or anything but your deepest desire.

Leaving all else to ride the wave of your deadly hate

While you strive to romance your lover…greed.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Inspirational Quote: From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate – Socrates

Jem Farmer the Boi Poet – Poetry Prompt  – Three on Friday – 23 August 2013

 

Glass Houses

Glass houses, a stone was thrown,

Where vines with thorn and poison grown.

Mirror you look, but cannot see,

Thing you hate inside is me.

So much alike, minds eye blind,

Wall of stone you hide behind.

Fear the world would see what’s real,

Confront the pain too painful to feel.

Problems perceived, faults not mine,

No matter you can’t ignore the signs.

Bury them deep, you feel you must,

Someday the damage you’ll see I trust.

Stronger than you, you never realized,

Afraid to look into my eyes.

Afraid you’ll find myself in you,

False perception like bird would flew.

Carry on this childish game,

One day to burn out a candle flame.

My hope for you be sooner I pray,

Love yourself come-what-may.

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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~