Tag Archives: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The Great Overseer Watches

Photo By Oloriel

Photo By Oloriel

The great overseer watches,

Staring down upon the flora and fauna,

Yellow in the face,

Looming large,

Dwarfing all in his path.

Yet enormity is merely size,

It does not reveal his gentleness.

He would not crush the delicate flower,

Nor terrify beasts of the field.

He leaves no trace of where he’s been

Or where he is going when he leaves.

WIth grace and in silence he rises,

Laying his soft light upon all in his charge.

Signaling slumber for those of the day

And sounding his alarm for the nocturnal.

This is his way,

This is how he always has been.

He simply is

…The gentle giant.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

~

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #6 – “The Moon Garden”, Photo by Oloriel

 

On the Breath of the Hideous Beast

On the breath of the hideous beast,

The musk of man most surely seeped through.

To him her throat was like an elaborate feast,

As his clawed hands wound, her fear grew.

~

Her hair a mix of auburn tangle and knot,

From chase through thicket sharp and deep.

The witches coven in a diabolical plot,

Souls unsuspecting they hoped to reap.

~

This fairest maiden, a nymph to be sure,

Was sacrificed to Hell on Albatross wing.

As Satan’s minion fulfills their lore,

Discordant the coven dances and sings.

~

Then the unlikeliest of heroes appeared,

A mendicant cloaked in camels hair robe.

Wielding a sword Templar cross in it was seared,

Though the Templars had vanished long ago I was told.

~

Under Mother Ursa Minor, Polaris brightly shining,

The fleet-footed beggar struck a single fatal blow.

Striking the beast’s skull tangerine sparks blinding,

Sending him to Hell whence he came down below.

~

Lowering his hood the beggar glowed unearthly white,

This man was not a man as we assumed.

Pointing his sword up to Heaven and the night,

He disappeared banishing the coven to the gloom.

~

The beggar–an angel sent from Almighty I suppose,

Will the wonders from above never cease.

Sent to save us all from God’s worst demonic foes,

Guiding us into eternal peace.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

~

Writing Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #5

Pinpoint Moon (Shadorma)

Pinpoint moon

Celestial eye

Keeping watch

Up above

What could be more beautiful

In all the heavens

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

~

Poetry Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #4 

April 20, 2014

To Feel The Night (Haiku Series)

Warm–moist is the breeze

Accompanying the buzz

~~ Mosquitos draw blood

~

A blood moon eclipse

Is this the sign of end times

~~ An infrequent visit

~

Shadows in the night

Tend to breed anxiety

~~ There’s nothing to fear

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

~

Poetry Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With Ha: To Feel The Night

Such A Strange Little World

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Image by Tom Bagshaw

Such a strange world,

Surrounded by creatures small and smaller.

Into this place I’ve been hurled

Though still many times taller.

This is such an odd little place

Where I’m the the center of attention.

Creatures circle, fly and leave without a trace,

Still I’m not sure what’s their intention.

Very still I choose to sit,

Holding a statuesque pose.

Afraid if I twitch or flit,

They may bite my delicate nose.

Or scratch my ivory skin,

Turning snow white to bloody red,

Maybe kick me in the shins,

By god, I look almost dead.

Then suddenly a boom,

To the sound of thunder I awake.

Lying on the floor of my room,

Tell me–how much acid did I take.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #4 “Figments of Inertia – Image by Tom Bagshaw

The Soul While on Earth

The soul while on earth struggles in the stairwell,

Longing to climb to heavenly heights.

This pursuit, no matter how noble and well intentioned

Does not come without warning.

Do not squander this life, nor disjoint from the Creator,

Whomever you hold that deity to be.

For surely you will suffer in the fires of hell

Which the devil’s bellow hath stoked.

Instead follow the avenue both straight and narrow,

For you are the seed planted in the furrow,

Not by accident, but by design to flourish.

Though I know you salivate to touch eternity,

All consumed by the promise of this lyrical dream,

You are here to make a difference,

To create, to fulfill the promise

…of your divine birth.

.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

.

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #4 Writing Prompt