Stench Of Urine

Stench of urine,

Cardboard shacks,

Shopping carts,

Tattered clothes,

Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.


Rummaging through waste baskets,

Feasting on tainted food scraps,

Hiding in the shadows,

Sleeping on steam grates,



Something less than human.


Left for dead in the cold,

Filth in the form of flesh and blood,

But have you ever looked into their eyes,

Heard their hearts beat,

Seen them cry,

Gasp for their final breath?


I’m sure you haven’t

As you stepped over their broken bodies,

Avoiding them like the plague,

Chuckling at their despair,

On your way to your comfortable life.


Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,

A little food,

A little shelter,

A bit of cash,

Instead of treating them like lepers,

Feeding off teets of the man..


You don’t know them,

You don’t know their stories,

Their hardships,

Their tragedies,

But you should…

They are our brothers and sister after all.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Imperfect System (Tanka)

Imperfect system

Still, it is better than most

Even when it fails

Of little consolation

To the living or the dead


~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

Destitute, Broken

Destitute, broken
Veterans thrown to the streets
Forgotten by all
Do they not deserve much more
Than to be treated like trash
They sacrificed much
Though the cause–questionable
Do we not owe them
Our gratitude and our help
For the part of them they lost
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~




Freely given,

With best of Intentions.


Things change,

Promises broken,

Never to happen.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



Nation Of Ideals – A Haiku

Nation of ideals

Letting down those that believe

Great Experiment


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


First Love – A Tanka

First love of the heart

Naive possibilities

Unrepentant joy

Ignorant of the danger

Until it has been shattered


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Angry Words

Angry words– screaming

Frigid, stinging like frostbite

Tearing ones spirit

Battered, bleeding and broken

Things will never be the same


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco~~


Welcome to the New Main Street – A Tanka

Hope springs eternal

Just a phrase to so many

Whose hope has faded

Left destitute and alone

Welcome to the new Main Street


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Cold, Cold Heart – A Tanka

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The gray sky, clouds hover

Looks like another snow day

Cold, harsh, unfeeling

You left me for another

Shattering my heart like ice

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~