What’s Our Future Hold (Tanka)

What’s our future hold

My only hope is for peace

Peace for our children

Look into their guiltless eyes

How could you pull the trigger

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Two-By-Two Were Saved (Tanka)

Two-by-two were saved

To repopulate the earth

Then man got involved

Driving them to extinction

Does his greed have no boundaries

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blossoms Fold In Chill Of Fall

Blossoms fold in chill of fall

Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls

To wake again when spring returns

Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns

Glorious colors for the time must leave

Like lovers parted must surely grieve

We say goodbye for now dear friends

Awaiting the time you bloom again

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Laugh I Must At The Things That I Do (Sonnet)

Laugh I must at the things that I do,

Time and again the same mistakes.

Criticizing others, ignoring history true,

A hypocrite I am my own rules I break.

 

Claiming to know what’s right, I do it for a time,

‘Til boredom or laziness takes hold.

Then act I surprised like a criminal caught in crime,

That my hand as in poker is a fold.

 

When will I learn to practice what I preach,

For more than short periods of time.

Following the path that is right within reach,

From this hole I’ll not have to climb.

 

Perhaps human nature is the culprit in this game, a chessmaster of the supreme.

Maybe this will be the time I learn from my shame, and fortitude from this I will gleen.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Ocean

Sunlight gleams through shards of fractured glass

Worn smooth by the tides move in and out

Peace with suns rise comes to pass

Gentle sounds as waves toss and turn about.

In mother waters, fury and beauty reside

Carving portraits out of sand and stone

Leaving scar and grotto for nature’s tears to hide

While in fathoms deep they lie alone.

Sun sets…royal blue turns to black

Ceaseless the currents move ever forward

Never deliberating or surrendering to look back

Fulfilling its expectation to move onward.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: This poem was originally published on June 25, 2012.  I like the feel of it so I thought I would repost it.  Hopefully you will like it as much as I do.

Ignorance Is Bliss (Tanka)

Ignorance is bliss
Perhaps we should live that way
In our own world
A better place it would be
Blind to violence and war

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cries Come From The Hill (Tanka)

Cries come from the Hill

They’re coming to kill us all

Mystic Lindsey Graham

He doesn’t need any proof

He just reads his crystal ball

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Independence Should Not Be A Question

Independence should not be a question,

It cannot be caged by man made boundaries,

It is the birthright of all men!

As a world we should cheer,

Hold hands in solidarity for those that long for freedom.

Our Scottish brothers and sisters strive for self-rule,

To live their lives of shared history as one nation,

Abandoning the sovereignty of the Crown.

This eve we should pray that their dream comes to fruition,

That they may stand as an independent Scotland

And proudly wave their flag for all the world to behold.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Please Tell Me

Please tell me….

What does it look like to win?

Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,

No matter how you try you can’t kill it.

You can kill its adherents,

Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.

Containment is decried as weak,

Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,

Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.

So then, please tell me…

What does the enemy look like?

Muslim?

Dark skinned?

Light skinned?

Man?

Woman?

Child?

Young?

Old?

Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.

Can you please tell me…

How will you know your foe?

They will not come at you waving a flag.

They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.

They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,

Blaring their trumpets and saluting.

So tell me again…

Who is the enemy?

The farmer?

The shopkeeper?

The mechanic?

The soldier?

The school teacher?

The Imam?

The mother?

The father?

The child?

Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?

You rhetoric says that you would!

Someone please tell me…

What does it look like to win?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Storm Clouds Boiling (Haiku)

Storm clouds boiling
Thunder rattling windows
Bowling for the gods

~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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