By Gerard Kuc
Edited by means of Gerard Kuc, this is often an anthology of poems written by way 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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Com . He wasn't doing nothing *************************************** its another day in the 'row everybody was busy everybody was working today is the day he'll meet his fate the foreman came to take him away where is he, look for him check his cell, check is bed he has been lazy he's been doing nothing today is the day, the law has set where is he, where's the sloth he wasn't doing nothing he was hanging he was dead Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 28 who do i worship I'm confused who do i worship what do i worship worship XA, god of thunder XA is made of wood wood can be burnt by fire worship fire fire is an element it can be killed with water worship water i cannot worship water it comes from rain worship rain rain is a child the child of the clouds worship the clouds the clouds are fickle they can be driven by wind worship wind wind is prosaic it comes from the lungs of men then worship man I am man i cannot worship myself I'm confused who do i worship what do i worship Gerard Kuc Along Lighted Alleys Page 29 The unreal >>To HIM that is destined to rule the netherworld<< Before there is, there was Before the real, was the unreal He existed, before He was created In the chasm of the cosmos between the Then and the Now Moving like a shadow with no origin It swirls through the thread of time Bringing terror Bringing fear Whispers of its essence curdles the heart He existed in a world unseen in a world uncharted His coming was inscribed below the foundation of the bottomless pit, In the depth of the abyss, In the cradle of Armageddon His birth was foretold By an army of tongueless souls Whose cry rebounded around the corners of the xerverse A word for the wise He is close So so close, Closer than you will ever believe He is coming ...
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. As the storm began to tail off, I went to bed. Only later did I come to consider: Maybe those kids had a piece of the puzzle as well.
An imaginary future formed in my mind. You were lying on the bed, Belly telling of tenderness months earlier. I sat beside you rubbing your stomach, Felt your hand on my arm. The thought that came was that this child would be part of the great story. The idea of sharing our love with someone untainted filled me with peace and wonder. I then slid my hand around your back, contemplating the future. Our child grew – Loving and losing and loving again. The love we shared passed onto another generation, Then another, Then another – till all humanity was filled with our compassion.
Along Lighted Alleys: an anthology by Gerard Kuc