We Sing Auld Lang Syne

We sing Auld Lang Syne,

Drink toasts, kiss one another

Parting as best friends

Is any of this sincere

Or just another facade

 

I really don’t know

Perhaps it’s the tradition

An obligation

Giving hope in the New Year

To the masses of hopeless

 

Regardless of why

I shall tip my glass with glee

Drink my libation

Kiss and hug as dictated

Joining the hopeless in hope

 

This is my duty

As a member of mankind

Which I shall not shirk

Performed with an honest smile

And truest love in my heart

 

A Happy New Year

And a sincere best wishes

Are my closing words

May it be all that you hoped

And greater than expected

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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New Years (Acrostic)

Now this year, it comes to a close

Ending on the wings of The Dove.

What lies ahead, no one knows,  but

Yahweh in heaven above.

Each resolution we swear to uphold

And honor what Christmas time brings.

Returning as quickly to ourselves of old,

In our lust for material things..

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Game Is On

The game is on

And we are the pawns.

We make not a single move,

Our kings are locked in their ivory towers

Each trying to outlast the other.

We revel in the spoils, though surely short lived.

Soon we will be crushed,

The trap door beneath us flung open

And we will be flushed into their wells.

The queens they laugh, laugh with a hideous roar,

Their coffers bulging with our blood and sweat.

Opponents from afar, march onward

Caring not the least for us, their enemies innocent.

Yet we do nothing, we do not revolt,

We do not demand better.

Instead these heathens dangle their carrots

And we mindlessly eat from their tainted hands,

Smiling and gulping ravenously.

We consume as though it will never end.

Over and over our mistakes we repeat.

When will we ever learn that…

Big oil and OPEC,

They do not love us.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

2014 in review, all in all it was a very good year. Thanks to everyone who made this possible, I truly appreciate you all.

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The Kindly Old Gent (Wordle #41)

The kindly old gent with a draftsack before him

Scurries down the chimney of brick.

Graceland or ghetto no matter how grim

He works with an unexplained trick.

Those who don’t believe, scoff and ridicule,

They strangle the joy that he brings.

Claiming his spirit is nothing but minuscule,

A mischief only the daft would dare sing.

The arrogant believe their android smartphones

Hold the key to everlasting peace.

‘Til their batteries fizzle and they’re totally alone

Will they realize, by their conceit, they’ve been fleeced.

Suffice it to say at this intersection of seasons

Those illeists that find themselves superior,

May realize their errors for a number of reasons

Taking on a disposition that’s oh so much cheerier.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Poetry Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle # 41

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #41

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #41