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In The Audience

In the audience

I watch this worldly play

With tears in my eyes

A tragedy unfolding

WIthout an intermission

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Waiting – A Tanka

I grow old waiting

Knowing you will never come

Wasting my short time

Logic tells me to move on

But hope keeps me locked in place

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fear-mongering And Terror

Fear-mongering and terror

Spouted from the hallowed halls.

Worry not they shout,

We are here to protect you,

We know better than you,

We know the dangers.

Think…

At what cost?

They ask us to trust them,

Give us just a little they say,

Just a touch of your freedom.

It’s for a noble cause!

We only need it for a short while.

Like fools we consent;

Placating us under their umbrella of protection.

With each fearful rant they ask for more.

See how we kept you safe,

Nothing has happened,

But they are out there

Waiting to pounce,

They want you dead!

Asking one more for ounce of our liberty;

We gladly give it with a relieved smile.

Rumors of anxiety and dread persist,

Appeals subside,

They won’t know,

Devouring our freedoms under cover of darkness.

Alphabet soup can keep it hidden,

NSA, CIA, FBI and the rest.

Considering us ignorant and weak.

Reading our mail,

Listening to our most intimate calls,

Perusing out texts,

Nothing is private,

Nothing is sacred,

Our lives, open books for their amusement.

I ask you…

Who are the terrorists now

And who are the lambs?

Our way of life is eroding,

Just as the oligarchy has long-planned.

Extremists can sit back and watch,

As we surrender our greatness,

Under a cloud of fear,

Never having to fire another shot.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Answer

Staring heavenward

Praying for profound answers

I was the answer

They were in me all along

Had I taken time to look

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Chameleon – A Haiku

Image Credit: cities.org

Image Credit: cities.org

The chameleon

Changes with it’s surrounding

So also must we

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Unexpected

The unexpected

Colors the dull hues of life

Like the painters brush

Morphing the starkest canvas

Into a virile art work

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tyrants Fists – A Tanka

Tyrants iron fists

Slaughter the innocent

Void of all remorse

Those they were charged to protect

Prey for evil predators

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Stuck

Stuck in a rut, a ditch,

Then again, maybe a canyon.

I yell and my words return

Echo after echo, a ricochet.

Each time I try to find my voice,

It rebounds a fainter rendering of itself.

Reminiscent of a story,

One told ad nauseam until it is no longer heard.

Story after story,

Poem after poem,

Groundhog day.

Where does the voice hide?

How does it break out of it’s own mediocrity?

It calls in hushed tones,

Knocks at the threshold waiting to be let in,

Though somehow I’m too late to answer.

So I wait, peering through the peephole,

For the sound of my voice,

To knock on the door again,

This time I’m ready.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cloudless Brilliant Sky

Cloudless brilliant sky

A perfect flawless diamond

Another world

Open to infinity

Leading skyward toward heaven

Something desired

Regardless of religion

Though some deny it

If we look deeply within

We realize that it is true

~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

First Love – A Tanka

First love of the heart

Naive possibilities

Unrepentant joy

Ignorant of the danger

Until it has been shattered

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~