By Gerard Kuc
Edited via Gerard Kuc, this can be an anthology of poems written by means of participants from around the globe of an internet workforce, The modern Poet Guild. this can be a nonprofit paintings to assist in giving them the popularity their paintings merits.
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Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 41 Now and Then when i fail cry or stumble in this life when you fall in the grave you created for me when you plan to take what's on my way you laugh you curse you lie i stood up on this rocky mud and raised my hand i kept inside the strength of your weakness i offered like a child the things your dreamed of you laughed you cursed you lied oh, how quick your time has ended down in the deepest pit you are nothing but a lonely dead now, mourn for yourself.
Silence The silence lingers here I again find myself speechless in your presence The vastness, the unknown If only you would let your guard down But no Instead we talk of sob stories yet never tell Fear of love for pity's sake Or fear of knowledge with another You did speak once and I stood enthralled Bond built to be broken Searching for strength to stand together It's easier to stand alone Who to narrate this tragedy Best the voice of the writer So his discontent and pain shine through But he just nods and sends me off Doesn't care why I might want to know So I find myself dancing circles around you again This time it is to get your attention No need to make myself dizzy anymore Still mute I long to ask for your story Quietly I pray you see me here, tell me on your own But I must admit I'm wearing thin I'm not even sure why I'm still here I've asked for little, I've gotten less But I wait and I hope and I linger with the silence Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 34 Sunday Morning Blue On days like this, the feeling of pen on paper is enough to keep me going… Keep me up long enough to avoid waking on Sunday morning, searching for you Just the thought triggers your voice in my head And I have to wonder what it is about Sunday morning That causes me to wake thinking of you… Look over expecting to see blue eyes… Expecting you to start talking… Sometimes I swear I can still smell you on the pillow I find avoidance in the motion… Solace in my need for movement.
Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 26 YELLOW RAIN Yellow rain seeds a parched field, Burrows under the rising ground. There they wait to be revealed For a chance to reach around. It waits for a child to kneel, Spreading Christ's offering atop. A red bloom as death's seal And the field reaps its final crop. REFLECTIONS ON A LIGHTNING STORM Flickering white light and a growing rumble woke me. Outside, I stood in awe as the sky lit to an electric blue bright enough to read by, So bright the streetlights thought it was day.