Fickle Wind Doth Blow (Tanka)

Fickle wind doth blow

Leaving carnage in its path

Twisted metal–wood

Like a house of playing cards

Left as chaotic rubble

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I’d Forgotten The Serenity Of the Vicious Sea

I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;

Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore

Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.

To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;

Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,

I am captivated by her beauty.

The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,

They are no match for her diamond soul,

Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.

In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse

The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave

Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven

Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.

I smile as if one with the earth and sea

Flowing effortlessly from here to there.

O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,

How beautiful the soul,

How beautiful and how temporary this life;

Until she reminded me of what I am.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Mandarin Sun Sets (Tanka)

Mandarin sun sets

Sinking perilously slow

As it always does

The coming day begs it rise

Bringing light and life to earth

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Faces Look Around (Tanka)

Faces look around
Each with varied histories
Searching for answers
This is what makes us human
Regardless of appearance

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Spoken For

Dom DiFrancesco:

Here is a piece of writing worth reading. I love how down to earth it is…very impressive. Great job Trey.

Originally posted on Imagine....:

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Me portraying Saul of Tarsus

What will I do when God answers me?

Will I believe it is actually him?

I don’t see how I couldn’t…
I’m sure I’ll know, don’t y’all think…
Him being God and all…

I would like to hear his voice, I think; although the prophets say I couldn’t handle it; yet, they all heard him, didn’t they?

I know he’s a really great listener but I don’t get much feedback from him other than that still small voice I can’t seem to hear over the noise of my complex little world.

What if he cuts into one of my prayers and asks “What now, Trey?”

All pissed off, like…

What if he says that he’s heard all this from me before; over and over and over again; blah blah blah

What if he says “I love you, but you disappoint me and you make me crazy!”

Or “I am…

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Segregating Ourselves

Republican, democrat,

Black, white,

Feminist, chauvinist,

Gay, straight,

Religious, atheist,

Liberal, conservative,

Pacifist, warmonger,

Proletariat, capitalist,

Pro-life, pro-choice,

Rich, poor,

Extremist, moderate,

Old, young,

Patriotic, unpatriotic,

Native, immigrant,

We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,

That we forget we are all the same.

We are born, we live and then we die,

This is non-negotiable.

Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes

We would be less hurried to take vengeance

And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Templar Knight (Shadorma) / Knight (Acrostic)

Templar Knight (Shadorma)

Templar knight

Prepares to face death

Enemies

Heed God’s call

Convert before it’s too late

Or prepare to die


Knight (Acrostic)

Know and feared by all

None dare stand in their way

Invoking their wrath

God has so ordained

Heathens and heretics bow before them

To meet their maker

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma (and Acrostic) Prompt – September 20, 2014

Armor - By G.S.K.

Armor – By G.S.K.

From Dusk Until Dawn

From dusk until dawn

I live in dreamless torment

Cold–black is my night

Where do I go in slumber

When I am invisible

I can’t remember

My travels have been wiped clean

This terrifies me

Is this what death will be like

A blackboard erased from time

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Breathing Heavily (Haiku)

Breathing heavily

Heartbeat rapid–heart attack

The symptoms of love


~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Though Fall Has Returned Home

Though fall has returned home

The hot summer sun still beats upon my furled brow.

The desert does not take kindly to the change of seasons;

Preferring to redden and blister the flesh ‘til left no recourse,

This has always been her way.

Her bleak landscape sparsely dotted with cacti and scrub brush,

Inhabited by venomous creatures big and small.

Her song is that of the coyote howling for her lost love,

His bones bleached white by the fire, laid waste amongst the sands.

Still even Hell must succumb to God’s will

Though not without fighting ‘til its dying breath,

Taking holiday until it is invited back in three seasons time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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