Lovely bungalow
Left in ruin–overgrown
Mark of foreclosure
Farewell American dream
It was nice while you lasted
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: homeless
Pain Like No Other
Pain…like no other
Living–wrong side of the tracks.
Dirty and hungry;
Sunken eyes reveal sadness
Under shroud of filthy streets.
Urchins you call them,
Throwaways to be ignored,
Wastes of human flesh.
Where is your humanity?
They’re people like you and me
Children of this world
Worthy of our sympathy
Worthy of our love
You best take heed!
For one day it may be you
That is spit upon.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Galvanizing Hate
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 ~~
Destitute, Broken
Destitute, broken
Veterans thrown to the streets
Forgotten by all
Do they not deserve much more
Than to be treated like trash
They sacrificed much
Though the cause–questionable
Do we not owe them
Our gratitude and our help
For the part of them they lost
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pain You Cannot See
Pain you cannot see,
Can be heard–
In the wavering of words,
Can be seen–
In the worried expression.
Reliving the past in waking dreams;
Speaking to the invisible that seem so real;
Returning to the present awash with anger.
Ravages of war do not always leave visible wounds–
For the visible may be treated with scalpel and stitch.
That which is unseen may be the most devastating of all,
Lasting a lifetime,
Tormenting, demonizing, incapacitating,
Shattering the spirit.
We see this on the streets,
We see this in the shelters,
We see it on the cardboard signs
And in the tin cans held out by dirty hands,
No place is immune.
These are the ones we turn away,
Diverting our eyes,
Ignoring them as a nuisance,
Wishing they would just go away.
Does not their sacrifice grant them better?
They gave when called,
Offering life and limb;
Permitting us the pursuit of our happiness.
Yet what do we offer in return?
Nothing but contempt.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bread, Milk, Stocked Pantry (Tanka)
Bread, milk, stocked pantry
Protection from arctic cold
Taken for granted
No comfort to the homeless
Freezing and dying alone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Winter Wind Blows (Haiku)
A winter wind blows
Across the barren landscape
~ Victim to the cold
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Huddled Masses
Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale – Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet
Huddled masses dirty and cold
Tossed in darkness to the foul smelling street.
Has nothing changed since the days of old;
The scuffing and shuffling of leather-worn feet.
Scarcely enough light from streetlamps glow,
They’re hungry with nothing to eat.
The single flame does not any safety show
Any end to this parade they repeat.
Fear thee not for thy faithful friend
Stands by with nary a cry.
His loyalty true never waivers or bends
With allegiance ‘til the day that he dies.
Regardless how hard the hearts turn of man
Take comfort that rewards surely await,
For its all just a part of creations masterplan
And the key through the Pearly Gates.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet
Will Work For Food (Sonnet)
Will work for food, the sign they show
Please help a vet down on his luck
Diverting their eyes the passersby go
Life on the street a vicious cycle they’re stuck
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Hey there mister can you spare a dime
Or maybe a buck to try to get home
Would it be possible to give me some time
We’re so tired of being in the cold all alone
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We could be your sisters and your brothers
We used to have jobs, families and homes
We could be your fathers and your mothers
Hungry and weary, nothing but skin and bones
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Obligated as humans should we be one to another
Practicing what we preach by seeing to the needs of the other
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cast Into Shadows
Cast into shadows,
A scourge on society
Like lepers banished.
The downtrodden vilified
Are treated as a burden.
Is this not unfair
Of those in authority
Trusted to do right?
By their own self-interest,
Those that need them most are lost,
Left to their vices
Just to dull the endless pain.
Their cries unanswered
Fade quietly in the night,
‘Til no longer seen or heard.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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