The Fight Carries On

The fight carries on

John Lewis reliving youth

Activist at heart

The last of a dying breed

Shouldn’t we just say thank you

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fascinating Mind (Tanka)

Fascinating mind

It changes like the weather

First happy then sad

If nothing else it’s fickle

Believing just what it wants

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Imagination

Imagination is…

 

Inspiration for the painter’s brush,

Muse for the writer’s quill,

Angst for the actor’s role,

Gas for the engine of invention,

Irreverence to the twisted of mind,

Nuance for the singers song,

Ability for those challenged,

Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,

Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,

Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,

Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,

 

…And so much more.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Meditation–Peace (Tanka)

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Meditation–peace

Exploring the hidden self

That lives within me

Something I had never known

But glad I finally found

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

We Believe The Lies

We believe the lies
Drinking in hollow kool-aid
The magic potion
Then morning comes–hangover
Surprised that you have been fooled.
The ads–deceitful
Never had any substance
Yet you watched and cheered
Now, live with your ignorance
May it be all that you hoped

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blustery Emotions (Sonnet)

Blustery emotions we never quite reveal,.

Held closely to the breast, we keep hollow charade

In clutching to desire, allowing us to feel

Passion for our lives behind handsome painted facade.

What pray tell do these falsehoods promise portend,

But misery and suffering at their wretched feeble hand.

Lies behind a masquerade, this be all that it sends

As it passes through the narrow, the hourglass sand.

To whom doth this harm, dishonesty deceive,

None other than ourselves with a lifetime of regret.

Whilst in our final hour, its our soul that we grieve,

Taken to the grave, eternity ne’er forgets.

Would truth not have been wiser, to others and ourselves,

For in the end lies get washed away like watercolors–not pastels.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~