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For Generations To Follow

How subtle the wind blows through my hair,

Like the gentle caress of a lover’s fingers.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply to draw in my ladies scent,

Warmth rushes my face as her sun shines down upon me,

Is there any sensation more wonderful to the soul.

Sparrows melodic song taunts my feet to tapping,

Keeping time, as though the conductor of natures choir.

Swooping with grace and tenacity I spy the redtail hawk as it startles it’s prey,

Continuing a circle of life that long predates me,

Beautiful yet disturbing in it’s raw aggression,

I remain undeterred by my love and admiration.

The river before me rages rapid over falls and boulder,

Sparkling like the queen she is at her coronation,

Teaming with sockeye driven by their spawn,

As I by the serenity of the wonders around me.

Is not the hand of God most perfect in the wielding of his tools,

Neither man nor science could compare.

I lay down in prayer and praise,

To honor and preserve this masterpiece called earth,

For the generations that surely will follow me.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Walk In The Sun – A Tanka

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Image Credit: 1ms.net

A walk in the sun

Natures call to blossom

Shoots and buds answer

Birds return from winters rest

A beautiful renewal

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Have and Have Not

You laud that all you have, you have earned

The blood and sweat of your toils payment

While covering the working poor and unemployed

With a blanket of hate and hypocrisy

Are not your hands outstretched

Collecting the tithe of the state

You are no different than those you so despise

It comes at no less a cost and is no less a handout

Than that received for the sustenance of life

Is sharpening your intellect from the pockets of the people

Somehow more noble than feeding children and the poor

You cry for the state to back down

While pickpocketing the very social programs

You so vehemently claim to detest

You hypocrite! You cannot have it both ways

You cannot suckle at the teats of mother state

While questioning that which she so graciously provides

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Silly Boys and Girls

Silly boys, they laugh and they giggle,

Silly girls in their skirts they do wiggle.

The girls laugh and point at the giggling boys,

As they make funny noises playing with their toys.

The girls turn away when they see the boys gawk,

The boys chase the girls with the speed of a hawk.

The boys yell and taunt as the girls run away,

The girls round the schoolyard away from them they stay.

Huffing and puffing the boys give up chase,

The girls in their stocking feet ran away with the race.

The boys and the girls in playgrounds and yards,

Laughing and singing, life was not hard.

This innocence squandered to the aging of youth,

Maybe in children we adults can find our lost truth.

Wouldn’t this be such wonderful thing,

Removing from stress, it’s life zapping sting.

There’s much we can learn from our children at play,

Like how to have fun each and every day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

This Love, My Love I Have Procured

This love, my love I have procured

With this cadence thumping in my breast.

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You have shadowed my sensibilities

Keeping step with tango’s passion.

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Nothing more could I inquire of you

Than that which you have deliberately given me.

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Fulfilled beyond words that you are mine and I yours,

Comrades and lovers in this roughshod world.

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So rare in this realm of disparate souls;

Failures of the heart abound in every corner,

Tear-drenched souls void of our gift,

How sad their discomfort.

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Neither crisis nor passing shall sever our bond;

Joined in Heaven we are destiny,

Our destiny, my destiny, your destiny,

For all these many years into eternity.

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You are and have forever been

My love,

My friend,

My everything.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Turning a Blind Eye – A Tanka

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Image Credit: productiveflourishing.com

Turning a blind eye

Gives momentary relief

But changes nothing

Only actions gets results

Poverty kills if ignored

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Calls Go Unanswered – A Tanka

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Image Credit: telegraph.co.uk

Calls go unanswered

Are you not at all concerned

Like ships lost at sea

When late to arrive at port

We send out a search party

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There Are Times When I’ve Forgotten Why I’m Here

There are times when I’ve forgotten why I’m here.

So much is happening around me yet I feel powerless.

Overwhelmed, at times I wish to bury my head in the sand,

But this is not me!

I refuse to sit idly by, while others contribute?

I am not helpless!

I cannot be a passive observer of injustice,

As this would make me no better than they.

I will not stand by, oblivious to the callousness of man,

For what kind of man would that make me.

These are the enabler’s of genocide and war,

Bigotry, hatred and inequality toward our equals,

Repression of those of lesser will,

Arrogance and ignorance,

I will take no part in these travesties!

I do not need God to beseech of me,

For I already know what is right and good.

With this I will find my way on the straightened path,

My moral compass to guide me,

In my journey to affect change.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

These Dreams I Still Have

These dreams I still have

Remnants of a misspent youth

Still push me onward

Unlike many of our young

Lost and wandering

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Have we been failures

Left to fend for themselves

Both parents labor

This unavoidable plague

With our children as victims

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Our culture has changed

Families expendable

Futures uncertain

Their dreams are left in tatters

If they ever had any

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These dreams I still have

Are for our children’s futures

Prosperous and full

As mine was when I was young

Not something left in the past

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Funeral Pall – A Haiku

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Image Credit: zimbio.com

The funeral pall

Somber in finality

Remember the good

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco