So many pitfalls…
Worry ceases not with age
No matter our hope
In times of pain and struggle
If not us who protects them
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: help
Scarred
Scars, fresh raised and red
Born of stainless razors edge
Bleed…to make me feel
Numb, I do not understand
What flawed design produced me
Sleeves long– Hide the shame
Attempts for naught this hollow fill
Am I all alone
Left to cut and poke and prod
To wake up the walking dead
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Skinned Knees
Skinned knees
Blood red
Torn pants
Frayed rope belt
Too big for frail frame
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Nails caked
Hands shake
Dirty hands
Utensils for eating
Food is scarce
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Shirt ragged
Sleeves ripped
Buttons missing
Better than nothing
Shopped from trash
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Face leather
Beard unshaven
Hair matted
No place to shower
Embarrassed by odor
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Scrap cardboard
Help Me Please
Eyes pleading
Can you spare a dime
Will you spare a dollar
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Looking away
He’s invisible
Just a bum
Remember his knees
He wounds like us
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You pray to God
Recite His passages
Holier than thou
Looking down your nose
You detestable hypocrite
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Opportunity
Opportunity
Who are the fortunate ones
Who will be left out
No question more pertinent
In this most troubled of times
Was this the promise
Is this all we should expect
For all the effort
To be let down by country
When it’s help is needed most
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Welcome to the New Main Street – A Tanka
Hope springs eternal
Just a phrase to so many
Whose hope has faded
Left destitute and alone
Welcome to the new Main Street
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Turning a Blind Eye – A Tanka
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Turning a blind eye
Gives momentary relief
But changes nothing
Only actions gets results
Poverty kills if ignored
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Take My Hand
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A last look…Goodbye;
To this home we once called home.
Tossed out like garbage,
Circumstance counts for nothing.
Outcast by neighbors once friends.
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Stranded on the streets.
Possibility for work
Without an address,
Hopeless beyond a nightmare.
Where will our family live?
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In America
This happens far too often.
Promises broken,
Greed and profit motivate,
Leaving us impoverished.
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“Pick yourself up!”, cried,
“By what?”, when you have nothing?
An offer to help,
A chance to practice what’s preached,
This is our sacred duty.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Are They Asking Too Much
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Parents bleed failure
Shattered by their children’s cries
Hungry and dirty
Tortured by their poverty
They look above for relief
But prayers are ignored
They don’t qualify for aid
How poor must you be
In this, the greatest nation
Before they are helped
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Though We Never Met – A Tanka
My dearest of friends
Though our paths have never crossed
Call me your brother
Fall into my outstretched arms
I will be there to catch you
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Better World – A Haiku
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Giving of one’s self
Revitalizes the soul
Bettering the world
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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