Tag Archives: truth

Looking Back (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Looking  back upon the boy of youth,

The world seemed such a hopeful place;

So full of promise and full of truth,

Enough for all the human race.

Government a partner and a friend,

One we did not need to fear.

Alway there with a helping hand,

Their mission statement was oh so clear.

Protect and nurture and not infringe;

The mandate since the fathers founded.

Avoid at all cost a spending binge;

Ideals of old were firmly grounded.

Now this world once so full of hope

Is sliding down corruptions slippery slope.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a sonnet, I know it isn’t quite as Shakespearean as Shakespeare would have liked it, but it seemed to work for the topic.

The Answer

The answer…easy!

Truth in a four letter word,

That’s what love is.

Dissolving hate and conflict

Were it not for our innate flaws.

There never was any other key

To pick our lock of despotism.

We held it all along,

But are either too afraid

Or too self-absorbed to us it.

This is the root of our evil,

Leading to our ultimate demise

Unless we insert key in lock

And turn it to the right.

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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 ~~

 

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

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Drawn To A Mirage

Drawn to a waterless mirage,

Sustenance proffered from behind a smiling facade,

We long for what was, the honesty, the promise given at inception.

This nation…this world, is not what they envisioned!

Never-the-less, weak-minded and self-absorbed we self-inflict

Over and over and over again.

I too have inflicted myself on more than one occasion,

Placing faith in the faithless, trust in the untrustworthy

Only to have hopes dashed to oblivion.

You also, in honest appraisal, must have done so as well.

When will we wake up to the traitorous criminality of those entrusted with the sacred,

The injustice, the deceit, the blatant prejudice toward the people?

We the people comprises every citizen,

Race nor creed nor color nor sexual orientation has bearing,

Not just for those deemed as righteous or worthy in another’s eyes.

They are us…beholden to us, answerable to us if we demand it,

But instead we cower with an air of disinterest, taking our medicine

Like good subservient children.

Who is to blame for this debacle?

They are,

We are,

We are the true culprits,

Complicit in their scheme!

Complicit through tolerance or blindness, neither an excuse.

When will we awake from our slumber to hold these servants of the public accountable

We have an obligation to the experiment, yet we have faltered.

Laziness and ignorance are our legacy,

The legacy we have created in our own image.

How sad to see our path toward the annals of history,

Strewn with the sacrifices of the fallen.

If not for ourselves, for them we should correct course,

Return to the greatness that was us,

If we still know the way.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Glean What Truth – A Tanka

Glean what truth you can

From this haggard earthly soul

Worn by life’s torment

For mortal time is finite

By natures perfect design

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Foster Only Truth – A Tanka

Foster only truth

As you travel this lifetime

Like the gift of love

It is free for the giving

To those who venture the search

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Question of Significance

You see me on the street, but you do not see me.

I am, but a speck of dust caught in the beam of a streetlight.

Insignificant in this grand and glorious scheme,

But not so insignificant to those who cherish me…as I cherish them.

Mother as I to my wife…wife as I to my daughter,

Father as I to my son…all cherish me, as I them.

Miniscule in this tidal pool of humanity as I may be

This robe I wear befits all that breathe this air,

Fed from the heartlands fertile soil,

Pleasure in grain-fed fowl or grass-fed cattle.

In you dear friends, I see a reflection of me in your life-worn faces;

Neither success nor poverty can separate us in our final hours.

You as I shall become equal to the grasses blade,

The acorn and maple leaf, meal worm and maggot

Shall all become our equals as we return to the earth whence we came.

There is no escape from this inescapable truth.

Though you persevere to nullify my worth, you can not;

For my worth lies not in your perceptions,

But in those of they who loved me.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Suffocation – A Tanka

Your blanket of lies

Pulled tightly around my head

Suffocating trust

Killing, what I thought we shared

Sun, moon and the air we breathe

~~ D. R, DiFrancesco ~~

Art of the Lie

Truth flows from the mouths of babes,

Only to be corrupted by maturity.

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White lies become bold faced,

Until they can no longer be differentiated.

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What is true and what is a lie, who knows

It becomes second nature.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~