By Gerard Kuc
Edited by way of Gerard Kuc, this is often an anthology of poems written through contributors from around the globe of an internet staff, The modern Poet Guild. it is a nonprofit paintings to assist in giving them the popularity their paintings merits.
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Behind me cowered Monty, Trembling yet trusting – My presence was his talisman. Dan left his bed and stumbled downstairs, Showing a nonchalant amusement at the spectacle. However our peace was broken. Down the street two teens whooped like monkeys at every peel of thunder. Such a storm is only seen a few times in each life, But instead of peaceful reverence They were focused inside themselves. The whoosh in their throats from squeals of pleasure, The light spread across their retinas – Hazy and half forgotten already, The rumble against their eardrums mixing with their cries.
Eventually even poetry leaves us flat, When we hear the same colors over and over ad nauseum. By now eyes have grown older with life, Yet we still stumble around for what really is. We turn to lines of hope and jokes, Glued to refrigerator magnets. As age stiffens bones even these become cliche. In desperation we search for the Word of creation. Obsessively we repeat ourselves – Our brains arthritic dogs crawling after mangy tails. We could save a lot of grief if we skipped past this And were able to look within the word.
For all we need can be found inside Truth – Like a black hole, small yet all encompassing. Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 25 SELF INFLICTED Well, I'm just sitting here singing that old song (Older than prostitution itself) "If the blues is a lady then I'm life's bitch" But the blues is the blues is the blues is the blues is the blues is the BLUES, And what do I know about the blues? For all my blues is self inflicted. I suffer from self inflicted wounds: Self inflicted love and self inflicted memories.
Along Lighted Alleys: an anthology by Gerard Kuc