Must We Acquire

Must we acquire,

Hoarding what we do not need?

This–the western way,

Insatiable avarice

For money and possessions.

What is this sickness?

Is not a roof, bed and food

Enough to appease?

Incessant hunger say no

As we persist to garner.

When the bell does toll

We find this was all for naught;

None of it mattered.

Kindness, love and happiness

Were all we ever needed.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


In Perfect Rhythm (March Of The Caterpillar)

In perfect rhythm were tens of feet

Marching in splendid highstep.

With matching coats and plumes replete

Traveling over instead of sidestep.


Colors grand they proudly wave

Like soldiers in Her Majesties charge.

A steady pace each pair they gave

O’er obstacles both small and large.


A wondrous sight this was indeed

From a creature so vulnerable and small.

Normally fodder for shoe heel stampede

In hypnotic gaze I was enthralled.


The older I get the more I amaze

At creatures so often ignored.

Nothing have I than honest high praise

For the creature that once was abhorred.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Teetering On The Brink

Teetering on the brink–again;

War-hawks sounding their alarm

Like the boy who cried wolf.

Prodding the populace with fear

As if they and they alone can foretell the future,

This is always their way.

They act as if violence on our soil is inevitable,

That we must strike first

Before the boogieman gets us in our sleep.

What is the endgame?

The objectives are muddled at best

Causing more harm than good.

Blaming the other side for inaction

Is their way of shifting focus,

And we believe time-and-time again.

All while their silken pockets are lined with gold

For their them and their friends.

Death is an industry like any other;

Capitalism at its finest

And we feed into their vile fare.

Rallying behind their hate and ignoring their greed

They hide behind the guise of patriotism;

O’ how blind and oblivious we are.

There is no dispute,

Barbaric acts of murder are despicable.

There is no death that can be condoned or celebrated,

Especially of the innocent.

Is this an act of war?

They are not a country.

They are not a government.

They are nothing, but criminals and murderers,

Treat them as such!

Yes, there is evil in this world!

Yes, there is a time and place for action,

But the motives must be clear,

The end must be solidly defined

And the cause must be just.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


I Give You My Heart

I give you my heart

Each beat saying I love you

In angelic tones

You hear them in me like song

With your ear pressed to my chest

Words would surely fail

They are but man’s invention

I–their apprentice

Unworthy to speak the heart

So the heart speaks for itself


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Worry Can Consume (Haiku)

Worry can consume
When it’s out of our control
A bold leap of faith

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Err On Cautions Side (Tanka)

Err on cautions side

When determined to cast stones

Reflections deceive

Where misinformation lives…

The bottom of a closed mind


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


A Wise Man I’m Not

A wise man I’m not

I’m foolish and foolhardy

When least opportune

This is my mortal nature

That even booksmarts can’t cure

It isn’t so bad–

Really what else do I have

I am who I am

Perfect in spite of the faults

Endowed by my Creator

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lightning Tears The Sky (Haiku)

Lightning tears the sky

Shattering heaven’s crystal

God’s fragile canvas


~~ 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 ~~


Much Needed Rain

Much needed rain

Though drought it does not ease.

Standing outside gazing,

Looking skyward, thankful.

River and road become one before us

As cool muddy water rushes

To where no one knows.

We know this will not last–

Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,

But it does not deter from this pleasantry.

Residents of desert and dwelling

Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.

Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.

Living only days–

They know they are numbered

Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.

Withering to dust–

They return to the earth from whence they came.

This cycle they know oh so well.

Like the waters, all things recede

Back to the source of their creation

In hopes of reemerging one day

To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



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