Pointing Out Problems

Pointing out problems

Does not a solution make,

Trump is no genius!

Those of his ilk made this mess

Now you think he can fix it.

The boy who cried wolf

That is all he really is

…You’ve fallen for it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Starstruck

Superstars a dime a dozen

Talent is optional

Anyone with a camera

Rates fifteen minutes of fame

Sadly they are venerated

The dumbing down of society has begun

Roses for the bachelorette

Untalented singers spoofing the Idol

Children performing dangerous stunts on the “Tube”

Killing what’s left of true stardom

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Wise Man I’m Not

A wise man I’m not

I’m foolish and foolhardy

When least opportune

This is my mortal nature

That even booksmarts can’t cure

It isn’t so bad–

Really what else do I have

I am who I am

Perfect in spite of the faults

Endowed by my Creator


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

‘Tis More Dangerous Than Any Weapon Created By Man

‘Tis more dangerous than any weapon created by man,

Born of spirit and Heaven’s hand.

Free to be opened and enjoyed like fine wine,

Or corked up and saved for another time.

In anger it rages and wishes to impart harm,

Praying before action that reason sounds alarm.

Planning and scheming are some of what it does best,

Running through scenarios, putting them to the test.

At times acting irrational as in the case of lust or love,

Acting without thinking giving primal urge a shove.

Evil when plagued with illness deprived of right or wrong,

Difficult to cure lasting the whole life long.

It’s never been more dangerous than when behind a wall of brick,

Ignorance and jealousy and hatred make it sick.

Closing off one’s mind is a terrible and awful waste,

Something that should be frowned upon as a sheer and utter disgrace.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #16 – “Portrait”

 

Gabriel Neffke

Gabriel Neffke

 

Fear-mongering And Terror

Fear-mongering and terror

Spouted from the hallowed halls.

Worry not they shout,

We are here to protect you,

We know better than you,

We know the dangers.

Think…

At what cost?

They ask us to trust them,

Give us just a little they say,

Just a touch of your freedom.

It’s for a noble cause!

We only need it for a short while.

Like fools we consent;

Placating us under their umbrella of protection.

With each fearful rant they ask for more.

See how we kept you safe,

Nothing has happened,

But they are out there

Waiting to pounce,

They want you dead!

Asking one more for ounce of our liberty;

We gladly give it with a relieved smile.

Rumors of anxiety and dread persist,

Appeals subside,

They won’t know,

Devouring our freedoms under cover of darkness.

Alphabet soup can keep it hidden,

NSA, CIA, FBI and the rest.

Considering us ignorant and weak.

Reading our mail,

Listening to our most intimate calls,

Perusing out texts,

Nothing is private,

Nothing is sacred,

Our lives, open books for their amusement.

I ask you…

Who are the terrorists now

And who are the lambs?

Our way of life is eroding,

Just as the oligarchy has long-planned.

Extremists can sit back and watch,

As we surrender our greatness,

Under a cloud of fear,

Never having to fire another shot.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Answers

Answers–sought after for a lifetime,

Ebbing and flowing,

Never concrete.

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Arms outstretched,

We reach…reaching…

Still always just out of our grasp.

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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,

Circumstances change,

What once was gospel dissipates.

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We think ourselves wise,

But mere fools are we,

Not knowing that we know nothing.

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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,

Dumbfounded,

We lumber on.

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Still this is not new to mankind,

As antiquity portends,

Locked in this eternal struggle.

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In our end we may finally realize,

We are not so unlike those that came before,

Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Fools Infatuation

I hoped you’d see me for who I am,

Kind, tender, loving,

Not the image in a funhouse mirror.

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Twisted, distorted,

Too tall and thin, too short and fat,

Maybe a little different.

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Dredging up the courage,

Heart feeling ready to burst,

Dry throated I swallowed.

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Struggling to make a sound,

I offered my heart,

You laughed.

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Crushed, eyes welling with tears,

Head in hands to hide the shame,

Soulless succubus.

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Confidence torn to shreds,

Heart eviscerated, raised to the scorching sun,

It withered.

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What a fool I was,

To be so presumptuous,

That you could ever love me.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~