The Great Overseer Watches

Photo By Oloriel

Photo By Oloriel

The great overseer watches,

Staring down upon the flora and fauna,

Yellow in the face,

Looming large,

Dwarfing all in his path.

Yet enormity is merely size,

It does not reveal his gentleness.

He would not crush the delicate flower,

Nor terrify beasts of the field.

He leaves no trace of where he’s been

Or where he is going when he leaves.

WIth grace and in silence he rises,

Laying his soft light upon all in his charge.

Signaling slumber for those of the day

And sounding his alarm for the nocturnal.

This is his way,

This is how he always has been.

He simply is

…The gentle giant.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #6 – “The Moon Garden”, Photo by Oloriel

 

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To Arise Before Sun-up

To arise before sun-up,

A ritual held for many a year.

Watching the sun breach the horizon and erupt,

One that many find most queer.

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The silence treasured,

As the bird snores its song.

The days birth measured,

As its hours plod along.

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Brewing coffee ever so lightly fills the air,

From the window perch dawns light grows.

Soundlessly showing the utmost care,

Slumber reigns majestic as solitude shows.

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Morning…oh blessed morning what have you to say?

Good morning perhaps as it always has done.

There cannot, must not be any other way,

Than to start the day anew as it has always begun.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —

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Poetry Prompt: We Drink Because We’re Poets – Poetry Prompt #8 – Morning

I Partake Not In Another’s Squabbles (Sonnet)

I partake not in another’s squabbles, their concern is not my own,

Taking sides bears nothing but rotten fruit on the vine.

Picking winners and losers in life is futile as history has shown,

Their issues with one another is between them, not mine.

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Should we not let bygones-be-bygones to follow their dreams,

It is not our place to be both jury and judge.

What is surely right for me may not be for another it seems,

On this I stand firmly refusing to budge.

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Though in freedom of speech I wholeheartedly believe,

There are times we would be better to sit in silence.

Sometimes speaking your mind provides little to achieve,

And may lead to physical and mental violence.

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So choose your words carefully though speaking is your right,

For offense so easily levied can lead to an unwinnable fight.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Filleted Flesh From Bone

Filleted flesh from bone

Cut by separations blade

My love so distant

Pain so intense I’m in tears

Draining blood from heart and soul

When will my wounds mend

When will tears finally dry

When will torment end

Reuniting with my love

Never again torn apart

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Wonder As I Drive By

I wonder as I drive by and see the warning

“Inmates At Work”,

What did they do to be enslaved?

Permitted to work unhindered by chains,

Supervised by unarmed guards,

Yet still not free to return home after a days work

They are prisoners none-the-less.

I pity them

And pray that this serves as a lesson learned.

Dressed in blaze orange jumpsuits

They are held up as a spectacles, less than human,

Humiliated publicly as part of their punishment.

What was the crime that revoked their freedom

Placing them in the counties charge?

These women…

Most young with full lives ahead of them

Will bear a badge of shame that will haunt them,

Taking away the promise of their futures

Until the day they die.

Having paid for their digression means little

As the weight of incarceration will shadow them all of their days.

Should we not show greater mercy and forgiveness,

Have we not all deviated at one time or another from what is considered just.

I have, of that I am certain, but by luck I remained free.

As a very wise Man once said,

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

I for one have placed my stone firmly on the ground.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Church Bell Tolls

The church bells toll

Another mother soaked in tears

Another child gone too soon

A shot rang out in the dark

No one heard, no one saw

Just an unnamed face on an urban street

Victim of the violence that thins the herd

Taking a precious piece of our future with it

Cries drowned out with claims of infringement

What then is their answer

Do nothing

An eye for an eye

A gun for more guns

Their solutions absurd

Do we not live in a civilized age

This screams for a change of culture

Banishing hopelessness and despair

Curing symptoms not the disease

With reassurance and help

The offer of a hand when times are tough

Lip service pays them no homage

Hate and mistrust are it’s only spawn

Action in word and deed the only vaccine

Not changing with the times breeds failure

Failure of us all

Failure of the Grand Experiment

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~