Their Playground

Their playground, our world

The bullies intimidate

Taking what they want

Caught in their dangerous game

We are expendable pawns

It is Deja Vu

Cold War resuscitated

There are no winners

Just two very big egos

Gambling our existence


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You, My Summer Sun (Haiku)

You, my summer sun

Breath life into frozen heart

~~ I am indebted


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


A Frantic Blur

Aldgate to Liverpool Street by Caroline Hall

Aldgate to Liverpool Street by Caroline Hall

A frantic blur,

The speed of life,

My mind a slur,

Full of stress and strife.


Like a fast moving train,

While staring straight,

Outrunning the brain,

Leaves a confused state.


Hustle and bustle obscure our view,

With too many things on our plate,

Clouding our judgement the mind is confused,

Chaos will result as our fate.


Slow down the pace or surely implode,

As our bodies are drained of their senses,

Or even worse yet our heads may explode,

Evicting the stress it dispenses.


What would result if we choose not to comply,

Our health and sanity will suffer,

Leaving our body and mind here to die,

From which we can never recover.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Prompt: Jerermy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 21 April

I’m Not My Body

I’m not my body.

It’s nothing but a flesh vase

Holding the real me.

The me that was before this,

The me not of this world,

The me of spirit.

Who I was before my birth;

Nothing but essence,

Not created or destroyed,

The me of eternity.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

On the Breath of the Hideous Beast

On the breath of the hideous beast,

The musk of man most surely seeped through.

To him her throat was like an elaborate feast,

As his clawed hands wound, her fear grew.


Her hair a mix of auburn tangle and knot,

From chase through thicket sharp and deep.

The witches coven in a diabolical plot,

Souls unsuspecting they hoped to reap.


This fairest maiden, a nymph to be sure,

Was sacrificed to Hell on Albatross wing.

As Satan’s minion fulfills their lore,

Discordant the coven dances and sings.


Then the unlikeliest of heroes appeared,

A mendicant cloaked in camels hair robe.

Wielding a sword Templar cross in it was seared,

Though the Templars had vanished long ago I was told.


Under Mother Ursa Minor, Polaris brightly shining,

The fleet-footed beggar struck a single fatal blow.

Striking the beast’s skull tangerine sparks blinding,

Sending him to Hell whence he came down below.


Lowering his hood the beggar glowed unearthly white,

This man was not a man as we assumed.

Pointing his sword up to Heaven and the night,

He disappeared banishing the coven to the gloom.


The beggar–an angel sent from Almighty I suppose,

Will the wonders from above never cease.

Sent to save us all from God’s worst demonic foes,

Guiding us into eternal peace.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Writing Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #5

Judge, Jury, Executioner

Judge, jury, executioner,

We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,

Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet

Playing god with those we deem less significant.

Who handed us the gavel?

Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?

Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?

We dole out this punishment with little thought

All because we call them pests

Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,

But this is not our role in this world.

Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?

We all have a time,

You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,

One that will bring the end with or without intervention,

Though not determined by our hands.

…The sanctity of life.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Worldly Goods Shed (Haiku)

Worldly goods shed

Striving for a simpler life

~~ Unneeded to live


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Today He Did Rise (Tanka)

Today He did rise

As foretold by the Bible

Many years ago

Still the lesson hasn’t been learned

Refusing to live in love


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pinpoint Moon (Shadorma)

Pinpoint moon

Celestial eye

Keeping watch

Up above

What could be more beautiful

In all the heavens


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Poetry Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #4 

April 20, 2014

Glass So Delicate Easily Breaks (Sonnet)

Glass so delicate easily breaks

Throwing, dropping–it matters not

A million shards will be its fate

Not unlike the tender heart


When handled coarsely it slowly bleeds

Crimson tears that may never heal

A gentle touch is what it needs

Embraced by passionate lovers feel


Absent the heart will surely shred

Perhaps forever left in ruin

All hope for love is left for dead

What remains of the heart are strewn


That which is fragile must be treated with care or damage permanent may be done

For the passion of lovers is something they share on their journey to meld into one


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



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