Tag Archives: sadness

How Long Should I Stay (Sonnet)

How long should I stay, it’s a question of time

As long as you need I suppose, if you must.

Do we really have a say, I say no to the climb

From birth to our death, in the Divine we must trust.

 

One minute or years, it’s out of our control

How long we will be on this earth, we don’t know.

Fear of our passing, certainly taking its toll

For when heaven comes calling, we must go.

 

Try as we might, we can’t stave our own ends

Rearing it’s head, unexpected most times.

This circle of life, no mere mortal can bend

As we wait for the hour, Reaper’s bell to chime.

 

Be thankful for what time we have in this life, fleeting it is to be certain,

Loving your children, mother, father, husband, wife, before you draw your last curtain.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

You Were Happy

You were happy–I saw it in your eyes

Dreams at your fingertips–unstoppable

Then I saw the flame flicker–extinguished

Snuffed out like a candle by judgement

You never rose again from the ashes

Your hopes and dreams cremated

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Words (Tyburn)

Deepest

Saddest

Oldest

Coldest

Words cut the deepest, saddest of truths

Results in oldest, coldest reprove

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Authors Note: This is one form I had never tried before.  I realize that it looks quite easy, but please know that it isn’t.  Give a try yourself and see.  I realize this isn’t perfect, but it’s a start.

Tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.

The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words.  The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second, third and fourth lines as the 5th through 8th syllables.

Examples can be found at http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/tyburn.html

 

Anger–You Can See It On Their Grimaced Faces

Anger–you can see it on their grimaced faces;

Marching, hands raised in civil defiance.

Neither curfew nor militarization will quell them

In the face of injustice.

What passes for authority tries to divert,

Maybe he took the “sweets”, maybe he didn’t,

Maybe he smoked a little weed,

Maybe jaywalking is a capital crime in the south,

Maybe murder is ignored when hidden behind a badge.

So much for civil rights,

So much for equality under the law,

So much for compassion and common decency.

He was eighteen and unarmed,

Of this there is no dispute!

Perhaps he wasn’t an angel…are any of us?

I have bent the law,

Maybe even broken it a time or two,

But I’m still here, breathing, smiling, growing older.

We can deny–

That racism exists,

We can deny–

That blacks are treated differently than whites,

We can deny–

That skin color matters,

But denial doesn’t make it so!

Changing laws do not change hearts,

And time does not necessarily heal…

These are irrefutable facts.

Behind closed doors we disrobe,

Taking off our suit of political correctness,

To reveal naked hate.

We spew the epithets of our fathers,

Who broke the backs of an unwilling immigrant.

It’s as though times have never changed…

And perhaps they haven’t.

The manacles once of iron are now invisible,

The whips of braided leather no longer leave scars,

But the pain, fear and displacement still exists

…In this twenty-first century.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Death Of Our Future

Death of our future;

Skin color–judge and jury

In prejudice hands.

O’ the man he might have been,

Greatness he might have attained!

We will never know

As the blood pool will attest.

Our youth sacrificed

For their outward appearance

Instead of what’s in the heart.

This is pure hatred,

Revealing the blackened soul

Of years long gone by.

We thought we were above this

In one nation under God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Many Years We Laughed

Many years we laughed

Now with heavy hearts we cry

Saddened by your pain

Hidden by smiles on screen

You were tortured behind doors

Left to your own mind

You couldn’t escape the hurt

Of your wounds unseen

Then in despair you broke

Taking our laughter with you

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Wisdom Of A Child

Wisdom of a child–

We do not start out hateful

This we have been taught.

Corrupted by narrow minds

Desiring to suppress.

To what end is this,

But to feed the frail ego

–A disgusting beast!

With claws and fangs it draws blood

Weaving a path called ruin.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Left Alone (Shadorma)

Left alone

Stranded and starving

Walls confine

What to do

Surrounded by tenements

To fend for myself

~

Where am I

Where are my kinsmen

My bright coat

I’m barren

Afraid to show my true self

For fear of the ax

~

True sadness

Shows in every limb

Thin, haggard

Beyond frail

My fate clearly before me

A final fall draws near

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Prompt: Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt – July 26, 2014

Sun and Rain (C) G.s.k. ’14

Sun and Rain (C) G.s.k. ’14

Violence Begets Violence

Violence begets violence,

Through blood and terrible pain.

Hatred begets hatred,

With every fallen name.

 

Actions in this moment

Last for generations to come

Long after reasons forgotten

Our passions still succumb.

 

Perpetuating animus

At the cost of innocent life

Caught in the crossfire

Stainless victims of this strife.

 

Given a moment of thought

Or a look in a childs face.

Would we be so rash

To kill instead of embrace.

 

Perhaps someday great wisdom

Will seed the hearts of man.

To recognize the evil

Exacted since time began.

 

The hope for lasting peace

Lives in my fondest dreams.

Though unlikely in this lifetime

Nor ever so it seems.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Scorched Earth, Tragic End (Tanka)

Scorched earth, tragic end

Dignity strewn far and wide

–No rest for the dead

Stranded in frozen boxcars

Awaiting man’s compassion

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~