Shrinking violets
Bowing silent in the wind
Show strength not weakness
Silence, flexibility
Virtuous when others break
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: humanity
A Man’s Convictions
A man’s convictions
Shown in the eyes of Francis
And through his message
Kindness is not exclusive
It is yours for the giving
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is My Calling
What is my calling
To speak for those that are mute
Injecting logic
In this illogical world
Fighting the way I know how
With pen and paper
The written is the sword
I wield with honor
Far mightier than the tongue
Brandished til the day I die
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To See Me Sleeping
To see me sleeping
You would think I worried not
But you would be wrong
My heart and soul are on fire
For the voiceless of this world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life’s Fluidity
Life’s fluidity
Frightening to so many
So they swim upstream
Isn’t life evolution…
Nothing ever stays the same
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
50 Word Story: Human Face of Immigration
Juan’s tears evaporate before they can run down his burned and blistered cheeks. Face down in the sand he see a vision of his wife and three small children.
What started out as a journey to freedom and a better life is now about to leave him for the vultures.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To Be All Knowing
To be all knowing;
Would I become horrified…
Sickened by the thoughts?
Would I share in suffering
Or in humanities pain?
I really don’t know,
Maybe I would offer love
Or a helping hand.
I’d like to think myself brave,
But then again…I’m not God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
50 Word Story: The Vagrant
Dressed in their finest, the mogul and his mistress approached the steps of the marble behemoth. They were running late for the gubernatorial ball and the inconvenience of the vagrant lying before them just served to infuriate.
Yelling obscenities at his still body…they did not realize he was dead.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Anger of a Man
Anger of a man
Lashing out at the world,
Perhaps it’s sadness.
He’s being eaten from inside
And left for dead by mankind.
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Hastily judging
Simple feeds the savage beast.
Leaving him a shell,
Unrecognizable to
Friends and family alike.
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Such a waste is this
When each life is so precious
To cast it aside.
Leaving him alone to die
Amongst the concrete and cold.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Times They Are A Changin
Times they are a changin,
An older guard struggles for relevance.
They long for the days of Reagan,
June Cleaver and Leave it to Beaver,
White picket fences and segregated neighborhoods,
Gays in the closet and women in the kitchen,
Marriage between one man one woman,
But O’ the times they are a changin.
Their anger turns extreme
Because their “perfect” little world is slipping away.
Reagan is gone,
But his policies live on that helped destroy this country,
Picket fences are in shambles after the housing collapse,
Racism is on your front page and you don’t like it,
The Cleavers and Leave it to Beaver
Are relegated to late night reruns…
Nobody buys this crap anymore,
Gays are our neighbors, they’re on TV, the radio, in politics…
The closet has been cleaned out,
Couches and fast food have left our kitchens cold and empty,
While John and Tom and Sue and Jane can say “I do” without shame.
So fight if you will, fight if you must, but…
O’ these times are a changin!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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