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The Kindly Old Gent (Wordle #41)

The kindly old gent with a draftsack before him

Scurries down the chimney of brick.

Graceland or ghetto no matter how grim

He works with an unexplained trick.

Those who don’t believe, scoff and ridicule,

They strangle the joy that he brings.

Claiming his spirit is nothing but minuscule,

A mischief only the daft would dare sing.

The arrogant believe their android smartphones

Hold the key to everlasting peace.

‘Til their batteries fizzle and they’re totally alone

Will they realize, by their conceit, they’ve been fleeced.

Suffice it to say at this intersection of seasons

Those illeists that find themselves superior,

May realize their errors for a number of reasons

Taking on a disposition that’s oh so much cheerier.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Poetry Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle # 41

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #41

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #41

Templar Knight (Shadorma) / Knight (Acrostic)

Templar Knight (Shadorma)

Templar knight

Prepares to face death

Enemies

Heed God’s call

Convert before it’s too late

Or prepare to die


Knight (Acrostic)

Know and feared by all

None dare stand in their way

Invoking their wrath

God has so ordained

Heathens and heretics bow before them

To meet their maker

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma (and Acrostic) Prompt – September 20, 2014

Armor - By G.S.K.

Armor – By G.S.K.

Mephitic Fool

Mephitic fool

On barfly stool

Swills his fifth of bourbon.

 

He sounds the alarm

Falls and fractures his arm

Now he needs a surgeon.

 

In a sling his arm hangs

Ivory cast helps the pangs

But not his inimical perversion.

 

Bartenders threshold was met

Exhaling vapor of cigarette

By poison now he’s unburdened.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle Week #24

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24

With Rage Filled Falsetto

With rage filled falsetto,

The sword they did swing.

Exuding pure hatred,

As the metal blade did ring.

Their gesture surely proved,

Cruel motives not of God.

Over all the legions of bodies,

Their evil boots do trod.

How meaningless their killings,

Of brothers of the Quran.

All others considered infidels,

In this–God’s promised land.

While radiation bleaches,

The dead down to their bones.

Plaster’s painted red,

By blood spilled in their homes.

ISIS claims their quest,

God commanded of their troops.

While really it’s about power,

And the subjugating of groups.

Capturing the palaces,

The baroque and gaudy estates.

Feasting on the finest,

On gold and silver plates.

They pledge that no longer,

Will dormancy exist.

The caliphate will rise,

And rule with an iron fist.

Every living thing,

Will cower under their command.

Geese and sheep and camel,

And the people of this land.

Sadly violence met with violence,

May be the only way this stops.

Freeing terrorized citizens

To return to their farms and shops.

While nations far and wide,

Debate their horrid fate.

One nation no matter how imperfect

Stepped in before it was too late.

We lost one of our own,

One who never fought.

We pray that your death

Will not be all for naught.

The best thing we can do,

To honor your needless loss

Is to bravely stay the course,

And win at any cost.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #22

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22

Left Alone (Shadorma)

Left alone

Stranded and starving

Walls confine

What to do

Surrounded by tenements

To fend for myself

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Where am I

Where are my kinsmen

My bright coat

I’m barren

Afraid to show my true self

For fear of the ax

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True sadness

Shows in every limb

Thin, haggard

Beyond frail

My fate clearly before me

A final fall draws near

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Prompt: Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt – July 26, 2014

Sun and Rain (C) G.s.k. ’14

Sun and Rain (C) G.s.k. ’14

Sting (Haiku) / Crystal (Senryu)

Sting of Scorching Sands (Haiku)

Sting of scorching sands

Turning silica to glass

Natures melting pot

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Crystal and Fine Wines (Senryu)

Crystal and fine wines

Regalia of the snooty

The harder they fall

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with HA: Improving Our Haiku #2

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Since I had never intentionally written a senryu I thought Ha’s prompt this week might be the perfect opportunity to try…so here it goes.

‘Tis More Dangerous Than Any Weapon Created By Man

‘Tis more dangerous than any weapon created by man,

Born of spirit and Heaven’s hand.

Free to be opened and enjoyed like fine wine,

Or corked up and saved for another time.

In anger it rages and wishes to impart harm,

Praying before action that reason sounds alarm.

Planning and scheming are some of what it does best,

Running through scenarios, putting them to the test.

At times acting irrational as in the case of lust or love,

Acting without thinking giving primal urge a shove.

Evil when plagued with illness deprived of right or wrong,

Difficult to cure lasting the whole life long.

It’s never been more dangerous than when behind a wall of brick,

Ignorance and jealousy and hatred make it sick.

Closing off one’s mind is a terrible and awful waste,

Something that should be frowned upon as a sheer and utter disgrace.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #16 – “Portrait”

 

Gabriel Neffke

Gabriel Neffke

 

O’ One of Pure Heart

O’ one of pure heart,

Surely it must be enveloped in resin

Otherwise how can it not break.

Thine voice sings the beauty of angels,

Thine face art most ravishing,

Still how many times hast thou fallen prey to artiface,

How many times hast thou succumbed to frisson in the face of night?

Drawn, art thou to that which promises thee harm

Excluding nothing from thy circuitous journey.

To castigate thee would serve no purpose;

Nay, it would serve only to drive thee to be taciturn.

In this I fear that thou wouldst be lost to me forever.

Therefore I am destined to love thee just as thou art;

Embracing thy peculiarities and thy uniqueness

As endearing and part of thy mesmerizing charm.

O’ one of purest heart,

I shall love thee forever and ever.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16

 

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #16

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #16

The Question

Whether from space or terra firma I feel minuscule;

A pawn in some cosmic game in which I am an illegitimate player.

Who is this phantom puppet master pulling my strings?

I haven’t a scintilla of an idea…

I never have–

Though I’ve never ceased wondering.

All this palaver of an omnipotent Being perplexes me.

Where is He,

Who is He,

I have not a clue.

I’ve spent my entire life grazing on the spiritual texts,

Looking for answers to the eternal question.

I suppose that it has not been all for naught however,

As I have become inure to many of the horrors of this world because of them.

Even so the questions come in waves

Like brontides they shake me to my very core.

Unnerving and unsettling are they.

As another day closes with nary an answer

I suppose I shall sit in my darkened room;

Pondering the meaning of life

While I am bathed in the fragrance of fresh cut chrysanthemums

And enjoy a relaxing spot of tea.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #14

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

Though Wall Of Block, A Wisp I Spied

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #12

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12

Though wall of block, a wisp I spied

Through peephole–well not more than crack

Golden hair, skin of ivory eyed

While perched on crate, one two I stacked

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Her features shone like porcelain ‘tis true

Vertiginous from height or beauty unsure

From my perch to the ground in a flutter I flew

Regaining my wits was certainly a chore

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Meet her I must if the last thing I do

Her door I did charge feeling strangely at ease

I knock with brass knocker not one time but two

To the butler I ask, “fetch my lady if you please”

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Loveliest of ladies scent of lilac and fair

Laconic I was in her all consuming presence

My mind like an eddy void of breath and of air

Giddy as most boys in adolescence

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Most surely I appeared as the oddity I must be

Arriving at her door unannounced

With grace and with style she greeted me with glee

My fragile heart she cherished not trounced

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #12