Our freedom of speech
Guaranteed since inception
Undeniable
But just because we can speak
Doesn’t always mean we should
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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How Odd It Is At This Ponderous Time (Sonnet)
How odd it is at this ponderous time
The bridge we cross ‘tween joy and sorrow.
Meant to share in Christmas rhyme
Instead we fret about tomorrow.
Is not this day of bread and drink,
Of Christ and gifts and family and friends,
To mean much more than what we think,
Yet still we stifle good will towards men.
We forgo a day to celebrate in joy,
As many can give no more than tears.
Another year their dreams destroyed;
They should not suffer torment and fears.
Amongst the presents and lights and bows
Be certain the kindness of Christmas does show.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sullied by Liars (Tanka)
Sullied by liars
Sleight-of-hand and trickery
Their fickle trademark
Yet we embrace with naivety
–Split-tongued devils among us
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Brothers and Sisters
Brothers and sisters
Born of flesh, bone and spirit
Are we not the same
Like those that came before us
We will return to the earth
Leaving our struggle
For what comes after this dance
To those that follow
…The never ending cycle
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peace, Goodwill Towards Men
Peace, goodwill towards men–
I believed this once,
A long, long time ago it seems.
I can still remember her smile,
The love of my life,
Us…hand-in-hand,
Not a care in our perfect little world.
And the kids–
Oh how they loved Christmas.
Not just the presents,
The paper, the bows,
But the time we spent together.
We were a family,
A perfect design by Hallmark.
Now she’s gone,
The years were not kind to her;
And the kids–,
Grown, families of their own–
Don’t come around much anymore.
Hell, I don’t remember the last time.
The gesture of a card would be nice
Just to let me know they cared,
That they remembered me,
But no…
It was not meant to be,
Alone I sit, stranded for the holidays.
This wasn’t how I saw my later years,
Aged, lonely,
Awaiting the ghost of Christmas past.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Writing Prompt: Tuesday’s Thinking 17 December – By Jeremy Farmer – The Boi Poet
Thoughts of Correctness (Sonnet)
Thoughts of correctness–political or otherwise rise this time of year,
Merry Christmas replaced by Happy Holidays so as not to offend.
Is this not still Christmas which we for so long held dear,
There has been no change in the calendar I do portend.
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What–pray tell is of such offense during this season so joyous,
Are not both happiness and goodwill the same amongst all?
Making merry at this time was once so pleasant–boisterous;
Kind smiles and hearty handshakes have suffered in pall.
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Abstain if you must, from this merriment we freely offer,
Wallow in self-pity and become victim to your social demise.
There is far more to Christmas than filling retailers coffers,
Its a chance to renew our faith in man with a clearer set of eyes.
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Regardless of religion take from this holiday what you will,
For if nothing but kindness and generosity, then your heart it will fill.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Societies Poor (Tanka)
Societies poor
Feeding the coffers with cash
They cannot afford
All on a sliver of hope
To gamble their way to wealth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shallow Emotions
Shallow emotions;
Ones locked away from the world
Scratch–claw their way out.
Embarrassment the result,
Succumbing to our frailties.
In being human
At times we’ll stumble and fall
Getting cut and bruised.
Forgive yourself and move on
For the best is yet to come.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Humanity Lost (Haiku)
Humanity lost
When a blind eye can be turned
~ Left with a cold heart
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Forest Walk
Forest walk–crisp night,
Moon reflecting off snow white.
Pure as God’s Angels
Welcoming the virgin birth
Into this diluted world.
So short a time is the beauty unspoiled;
Where footsteps have not yet soiled.
Until man imparts his bloody mark
Corrupting nature’s pristine gift.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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