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More Cold Than The Season (Sonnet)

More cold than the season could possibly express,

Hangs in the air and the hearts of man.

We speak not of atrocities, we’d rather repress

Waged against others by their brother’s hand.

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Considering ourselves a civilized sort,

Still in prejudice and intolerance we stand.

Giving no venue for them to retort

In what with affection we call the promised land.

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This promise so cruel–seems held for the few

While the rest us are left to our own devices

The whip of the wealthy cracks to tame the shrews

While living high amongst their golden vices

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Inequalities based on race, creed and color exist no matter how we wish them to fade,

Persisting throughout the years, not because we are right, but instead because we are afraid.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fondness (Haiku)

Fondness grows with age

As does wisdom to realize

~~ Love is paramount

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Spirits Suffer Under Winter’s Wrath

Spirits suffer under winter’s wrath,

Testing one’s fortitude to it’s last.

With anger, depression, anxiety and stress,

Leaving our sanity in quite a mess.

One glimpse out the window, on an icy chill

Leaves us with nothing, but time to fill.

Stir-crazy or claustrophobic it matters not,

Being caged as animals, seems an evil plot.

Too dangerous to cross thresholds spiteful path,

Daring us to tempt fate with her frosty laugh.

Those who are bold may chance demise

And look at her face through watery eyes.

Hoping against frostbite or something worse,

That leaves you stiff under Jack Frost’s curse.

So maybe being cooped up isn’t so bad,

Compared to all that you could have had.

Hopefully being stuck with the ones you love

Doesn’t turn out to be such a terrible rub.

Just know that soon this too shall thaw

And leave you more joyful in springtime’s awe.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Famous Yet Human (Haiku)

Famous yet human
Not immune to weakness
~~Gone before his time
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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May you rest in peace Phillip Seymour Hoffman 1967-2014

Choosing To Work With Hands In The Earth (Sonnet)

Choosing to work with hands in the earth

The peace, the sun, the dirt under my nails

Paying homage to God with all that I’m worth

With prayers that my undertakings will not fail

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Rest…I know not how regardless of the day

Once commanded so long ago, this I know

No disrespect do I mean, this is just my way

Through my labors this is how I show

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Good for both the body and eternal soul

I offer my sweat and blood in your honor

All this that I sacrifice shall never take its toll

Doing nothing but good, my faults I shall conquer

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Surrounded by God through all we endeavor

For this world is His temple, would He abandon us, I think never.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Neither Caste Nor Coin (Tanka)

Neither caste nor coin
Forge anything to compare
With Mother Nature
Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso
All shams before the master
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Castles Made Of Sand (Tanka)

Castles made of sand

Swept away by ocean waves

Down to the last grain

No different than our lifetimes

Passing through the hourglass

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Drought, Floods, Heat, Cold…Hell (Haiku)

Drought, floods, heat, cold…Hell

We refuse to accept blame

~ Its global warming

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Destiny (Acrostic)

Dogma plagues our human existence

Erasing common decency–trading it for war .

Souls bought and sold because of inspired word;

Thrown to the wolves by those in sheep’s clothing.

I do not hate religion, I do not deny its inalienable right

Nor do I deny the good which it contains.

Yet zealots pass judgment in the Name of their God–

destroying the lives of others…this I despise.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

These Words (Tanka)

These words are my own
One man’s view of this world
Offered in earnest
Like a father to his child
They are given out of love
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~