Politically Correct

Posturing and belligerence weighs heavy in America.

Oligarchs and their minions speak their true hearts,

Little do they care about decency,

Ignorance replaces common sense…

This is the state of this union.

I do not understand when we digressed to these depths.

Could it be with the election of the first black President,

America’s prejudice finally bubbled back to the surface.

Locked away except in close circles

Little glimmers of ugliness rear their heads

Yearning to be brought into the daylight.

 

Could we really be this small and this hateful

Or is there hope that these pipers will lead their mice back to the shadows ,

Relegating them to Hell for the sins they speak.

Reasonableness seems to be all but lost!

Eliciting a response from the ill-informed is easy

Calling to to the lowest common denominator

This is truly sad when political correctness is deemed anything but kindness.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Curse

Prostate on the fetid jungle floor,

Draped in the red and orange ornamental cotton robes of a monk

He lay mesmerized by the tablets shambolic scribble.

What could this possibly mean?

Hands shaking as he held the tablet, deep down he knew.

Though menacing, with his henna facial markings,

He had an uneasy feeling that he could not diffuse.

Fraught with fear, he reached for his decanter of Holy Water,

Thinking he could protect himself from this Pagan curse..

Chanting, the lowly monk prayed that the grace of his God would save him,

But alas, the synthesis of prayer and paraphernalia could not shield his mortal soul.

Gasping his last breath and with devotion still in his failing heart

The lowly monk rose with tablet raised overhead and struck,

Shattering the curse over a rock that lay before him,

Praying that the tablets curse with him would die

Never to plague mankind again.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #11

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #11

A Lifetime Spent Forging Ahead

A lifetime spent forging ahead,

Ever closer to the raging river.

Tumultuous and wrought with fear

I approach the fjord fraught with peril.

I squint to spy a shore

The bank far too distant to see.

What awaits–Oh that is the question

Asked before, asked again eternally.

Its in the book of Testament Old and New,

Torah, Pistis Sophia, Koran among the few.

Through the ages told to look, to believe

And yes! Ye shall find what ye need,

But it is not so clear, nor has it ever been,

I can’t know what awaits on that far off shore.

Trusting there is more than what I’ve seen,

Like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night

I must trust, I must believe through faith I will live,

For without what is left, but a story with a tragic end.

This cannot, must not be, never created nor destroyed,

I have been forever and will be forever more.

Mortal science has proven the mystics of yore,

There must be life,yes–I must live when I cross the river

As spirit abandons the bodies mortal core.

With each step I take, another step closer,

Sooner than later I will know, I will see what awaits;

Try as we may we cannot escape our human fate.

A fate long sealed by Adam’s rib named Eve

What else can we do, but trust and believe

That all is not lost, that living is not futile,

Lest we spend our days in tears as we grieve.

I refuse!  I will not grieve nor give in to hopelessness,

This by the grace of God I confess

To waste not one breathing moment in sadness

Instead to walk in the ways of gladness

‘Til my time on earth is through.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Coat Of Kings

Jem Farmer the boi poet – Monday Masterpiece prompt – 19 August 2013

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

The Nightlife Bandit by Rob Wass

Unabashedly wearing the coat of kings

And the rags of paupers

Proud of each one equally

With breast puffed and head held high

You make no apologies for your patchwork

Granted by the gods, it is worn with honor

Defining and making you unique

A Phoenix with an unassuming plume

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Outside

Outside–

You see a face,

Weathered, showing the wear of time,

Wrinkles carved like dry rivers

Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.

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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,

Long since retired from hard work,

Thin and gnarled,

They are more bone than flesh,

Still their past loveliness remains.

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Hunched, from the years

And back breaking work

It’s a struggle just to stand up,

Yet there is nary a complaint uttered

Thankful just to have lived.

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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,

Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,

Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,

Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes

Though the blue is less brilliant.

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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable

Pointing with an arthritic finger

Leading to story upon story.

“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,

“But I am so much more…”

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

An Elegant Lady

1930 Duesenberg J

1930 Duesenberg J

A deep burgundy blush has come over you

An elegant lady

Your curves exquisite in their grace

Stunning in their proportion

Your eyes clear and bright as crystals

Framed in silver and gold as all jewels should be

With lines as fine as any found in Hollywood

You could grace the silver screen

And be outshone by none

Clothed in the softest of skins

Gloved in the finest of leathers

A true beauty polished and refined

Aristocratic in every way, prim and proper

Sad that your fame was so short lived

Still visions of your loveliness shine on occasion

Sparkling like a ruby

Capturing admirers at every turn

Lady Duesenberg your dignity is extraordinary

A rare breed born of a different time

And a shining example to the mediocrity of today

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~