The Smell Of Baked Bread

The smell of baked bread

Like perfume of memory

Grandma at the stove

O’ how joyful was childhood

When things were much simpler

Adulthood does dull

Senses fade to the background

Turning cynical

Happiness replaced by stress

O’ how soon we do forget


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Faces Of Those Passed (Tanka)

Faces of those passed

I remember vividly

As if they’re still here

Is this our eternal life

To live on in memory


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Just As Guilty Am I

Just as guilty am I,

Wallowing in self-pity,

Focusing on the negative, worrying,

Blaming others for my station

Trying to will destiny to my vision

Instead of trusting in the Divine.

I need not worry;

All things will be as they should

Without my intervention.

I must flow like the river

Fluid and forgiving ‘til the end

If I am to be one with the Spirit.

I know that suffering is unnecessary

This life is full of abundance,

The Tao will provide for me

Giving me all that I need

By showing me the Way.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Negativity (Acrostic)

Nightmares, perhaps a chemical imbalance

Edge me ever closer to the precipice.

Granted, I have had a favorable life;

Adorned with friends, family and children,

Time, health, home, finances have been kind.

In spite of all this, happiness eludes me.

Venom spews from my lips quite freely

Instigated by a darkness living deep within.

This I must tame if I am to find lasting peace

Yet I question daily, my ability to do so.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Spirit Touches Me (Tanka)

Spirit touches me
Though I know not what to do
Seemingly aloof
And ever so elusive
I continue to struggle

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Race wars,

Culture wars,

Gender wars,

Drug wars,

War on freedom,

War on religion,

War on women,

War on drugs,

War on crime,

War on terror,

War, war, war–do you see the pattern!

Still we call ourselves peace-loving,

We call ourselves civilized.

Fighting against each other,

Fighting against our beliefs,

Fighting against enemies of our own design,

Intolerance of one another,

Physical and verbal violence

Waged against our own and the world,

Tell me–what is peace-loving and civilized about this?

We have been brainwashed–

Brainwashed by our government,

Brainwashed by the media,

Brainwashed by our own ignorance!

We continue this spiral into oblivion,

Year after year,

Decade after decade,

Century after century

As so many have done before us.

Perhaps one day we will learn

That constant war tires and diminishes a people

Until eventually they plunge into the abyss of history

–Under the weight of their own arrogance.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Play To The Senses (Tanka)

Play to the senses

Sights and sounds stir in the mind

Like a poor man’s soup

Drawn from life experience

That only I could have lived


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Lest We Forget Him

Lest we forget him

Michael Brown finally rests

But the fight goes on

His family still in mourning

Must live a life without him

This is a disgrace

As a nation we should weep

Drowning in our tears

Not for Ferguson alone

But for ourselves and country


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Hawks At It Again (Tanka)

Hawks at it again

Preaching fear to the masses

McCain’s battle cry

Only he has the answers

Say cheese for the cameras


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blindness In Daylight (Senryu)

Blindness in daylight,

You see but choose to ignore

Ignorance is bliss


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



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