Bastet and Anubis (Tanka and Haiku)


Since I really enjoy writing in the haiku and tanka forms I decided to write one haiku and two tankas for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku With HA: To Egyptian Mythology Prompt.




Anubis (Tanka)

Souls in transition

Under sacred watchful eyes

Do not be afraid

Anubis is guiding you

Into life everlasting


Anubis (Haiku)

Fear not the jackal

He is not what he appears

Anubis protects




Bastet (Tanka)

Do not fear your death

Bastet protects as armor

Securing your life

You shall not be defeated

By your mortal enemies


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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.


The silence treasured,

As the bird snores its song.

The days birth measured,

As its hours plod along.


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.


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.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco —


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

Pinpoint Moon (Shadorma)

Pinpoint moon

Celestial eye

Keeping watch

Up above

What could be more beautiful

In all the heavens


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Poetry Prompt Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #4 

April 20, 2014

A Dot On The Map

A dot on the map,

Another town with an odd name,

A place people pass through,

Ignored on their way somewhere else.

This was years ago;

O’ the town is still there,

But gone is its charm.

Gone are the things I loved most about it,

Gone are the wonderful pines

Standing tall next to Beal’s Hardware Store.

Gone is the pure cedar creek,

Gone are the open spaces,

Gone are the mom and pop stores dotting Main Street,

Gone are quaint family owned restaurants,

Gone is Porcellini’s Farm Market and Nursery,

Gone is Armand’s Auto Body,

Gone is Duffy’s Yacht Bar,

Gone is the wildlife preserve,

Gone are the wetlands,

Gone is the egret,

Gone are the scenic views unless you can afford them,

Gone are the commercial fishermen and clammers,

Their way of life is dying.

The pines have been bulldozed for Walmart,

Beal’s shuttered because they couldn’t compete with Home Depot,

Porcellini’s wilted and blew away

Armand passed and no one wanted to take up his fight

Duffy’s dried up under the pressure of Applebee’s,

A beautiful way of life was strangled and buried,

Caving in under the weight of corporations.

They don’t care about us…profits are their only friend.

We see it happen everyday,

In small towns all across America.

Towns founded on long time local businesses

Bankrupt because they can’t compete.

Local people forced to settle for less and pay more.

Some say, “If they don’t come here they will just go somewhere else”.

“What about the jobs?”

What about them?

Maybe you would have to commute to work,

But at least our town would still be–our town,

A place we would be proud to call home.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Poetry Prompt #2 –  The Places We Are  by We Drink Because We’re Poets

Carols By The Fire (Tanka)

We Drink Because We’re Poets –  We Drink Inspiration –  Poetry Prompt #006

Carols by the fire

Electric Yule log ablaze

Singing out of tune

Like the late great Lawrence Welk

We’re drunk on tiny bubbles


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Such Excitement (Sonnet)

Such excitement, congratulations, the smiles

A journey into the unknown, so exciting

We were naive to a future of so many trials

Until reality became enlightening


Not all were bad–in fact most were a joy

So much so we gave it another go

We prayed for a girl since we were blessed with a boy

Leaving it up to God to see which would show


Gift number two, with a girl we were graced

One more try we thought we would make

And last but not least, in our trust she was placed

A daughter–our youngest in whose life we partake


In spite of imperfections of which there are more than a few

With a heart full of pride, I am honored through and through


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Jem Farmer The Boi Poet – Tuesday’s Thinking 19 Nov Writing Prompt

Alone I Sit

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King

Autumn In The Hood 1-5 by Sahm King – We Drink Inspiration Poetry Prompt #001 – First Impressions

Alone I sit,

Nothing but a shadow and an empty chair.

Where have we gone,

I can not fathom?

Was it me?

Was it you?

Did we just evaporate;

Melting in the blinding light of day?

I cover myself in the hopes of saving us,

But nay, I am too late.

You are gone,

I am alone,

Left to fade into the future…

Without you.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Drink Because We’re Poets – We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #001: First Impressions

History (An Acrostic)

How is it that mankind never learns

Images of the past are destined to repeat themselves

Since the beginning of time this has been true

The great, seemingly invincible, eventually fall

Obsessed with their own self-importance

Rarely realize they are collapsing under their own weight

Yielding the inevitable return to the dust from which they were created


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

Phrase: Fellow citizens, we cannot escape history – Abraham Lincoln

 Jem Farmer – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 06 September 2013