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We See The Light Ahead

We see the light ahead through splintered shores,

At once familiar and comforting is now gone.

Man labors with back and hand in attempt to restore

All that growing up we cherished most fond.

This eternal fight we fight against nature’s mother

Seldom permits us a chance to win.

An emboldened adversary unlike any other,

One we’ve struggled against since time began.

Still we battle her in the most reckless of ways

Settling on shores in storm fronts path.

Destruction and death like the end-of-days;

Consequences suffered by the masters wrath.

As time passes–in weakness we forget

Under crystal skies and the calming blue sea.

Rebuilding what was lost without worry or regret,

Ignoring natures warnings by choosing not to flee.

As history has proven this will happen again,

Crushing what we make like a house of cards.

Then just like before we will struggle and mend,

Sweeping away the timber and shards.

What do we expect when we challenge the Almighty

By rebuking the call to heed his demands.

Instead doing what we please–never contritely,

Choosing to suffer rather than follow his commands.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

No One Left Behind (Tanka)

No one left behind
The motto of a nation
Turned political
We must bring our loved ones home
Not sacrifice them as pawns
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Curse

Prostate on the fetid jungle floor,

Draped in the red and orange ornamental cotton robes of a monk

He lay mesmerized by the tablets shambolic scribble.

What could this possibly mean?

Hands shaking as he held the tablet, deep down he knew.

Though menacing, with his henna facial markings,

He had an uneasy feeling that he could not diffuse.

Fraught with fear, he reached for his decanter of Holy Water,

Thinking he could protect himself from this Pagan curse..

Chanting, the lowly monk prayed that the grace of his God would save him,

But alas, the synthesis of prayer and paraphernalia could not shield his mortal soul.

Gasping his last breath and with devotion still in his failing heart

The lowly monk rose with tablet raised overhead and struck,

Shattering the curse over a rock that lay before him,

Praying that the tablets curse with him would die

Never to plague mankind again.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #11

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

I Am Like Water (Tanka)

I am like water

Soft and pliable yet strong

Moving with the tide

Always going with its flow

Until I meet destiny

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Bell Doth Toll In Distant Tower

A bell doth toll in distant tower.

From my prison balcony

The smell of figs,

Sweet and fragrant waketh me from my trance.

Much prefered to the odor of irony rot oozing from beneath thy ligatures

That holdeth me captive.

Thy constant seeping maketh me nauseous.

O’ how I long to draw my dagger from its leathery sheath;

To feel thy pressure as I spiral into peaceful eternal sleep.

To taste the honey of death woulds’t be such relief,

For this living art not emulous of life.

I blush to think that this is how my end shalt come,

At the hands of thy cowards and fools.

Yet destiny hath no master

And I, but a pawn shalt be sacrificed

For thine greater good.

I committeth my soul into thine hands;

With the hope that thou mayest sleep at night

Knowing the wrong thou hast done,

–I bid thee farewell.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie -Wordle #10

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie -Wordle #10

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #10

Although They’re Older

Although they’re older

Children still seek approval

It’s human nature

Do not be too judgemental

Or you will push them away

What a tragedy

And a travesty this is

To our flesh and blood

These are wounds that do not heal

Because we need to be right

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Yet Another Name

Yet another name

Etched in the blackest granite

Written with their blood

We are called to remember

Each and every spring–in May

Recognizing them

Honoring their families

Their sacrifices

A debt we can not repay

Except with our hearts and minds

Thank you

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

How Intricate The Knots

How intricate the knots,

The thread so delicate,

I scarcely ever noticed before.

How often had I torn them down

Treating them as a nuisance.

Perhaps out of ignorance,

Perhaps out of misplaced fear,

Picturing a threat where one did not exist.

Without prompt I stopped in my tracks,

Marvelling at this masterpiece

Spun from the lowly spider.

Her web so unlike the tangles of man,

Perfect and symmetrical,

Designed with a divine purpose.

Not to deceive…nay,

But to live and to feed

As the Creator intended.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

At Times Love Doth Tame (Tanka)

At times love doth tame

At others it bites with fang

Either I cherish

For to live without loving

Is to live an empty life

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

O’ Ancient One

Andrey Bobir

Andrey Bobir

O’ Ancient One,

Holding the mysteries of the world in your hands.

That which you must have seen,

That which must have graced your ears,

I’m certain it amazed and saddened you at times.

Human nature is nothing if not predictable

Constantly revisiting past mistakes.

You have tried to teach us,

Leaving us your word on parchment,

Chiseled in stone,

Etched on the expression of your face,

But still we refuse to listen.

I take comfort in knowing that you have not given up;.

You remain steadfast as you have for o’er 2500 years,

A reminder of the “Great Way”.

Perhaps someday we will learn

Taking your teachings to heart,

But until then may the Tao forever be with you.

Namaste’

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #9 – “Lotus Song”