Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Zero Sum Game
We went our separate ways Overstaying painful days Together tangentially, bipolar proximates Entombed, penitentiarily, unipolar opposites
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
OICUR1-2 (in 3-D)
Apocalyptic Brethren cheating Cruel death effectively Deploying excellent foresight, gradually Evading fierce ghouls hiding insidiously
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Mortuary Nights
As morgue gurneys roll — Bodies from refrigeration to hereafter, Chyme and bile movement continue, Despite death's finality, and
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Common Sense, Published on This Date
In 1776 Thomas Paine published Common Sense, a political and moral case for the colonists to reject subjugation by a monarchy far away. His message?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Vogons Be Damned!
I didn't try to write poetry until I hit 70. Not mph, but years-old. Consider that, if you will. Just when I feared 70 was the new 69, and not much enthusiasm therein, I started my serious poetry "journey."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Jan 9: First Stupid Day of the Stupid Civil War
January 9, 1861, the Civil War officially began when Confederates attacked the Star of the West, a steamer entering Charleston Harbor. It was struck three times but was able to retreat back to New York. Cadets at the South Carolina Military Academy (now, The Citadel) were the ones who fired these first shots of the American Civil War.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Anti-Elvis
And verily I say unto you, from Priscilla 4:16-20, it is written, For there will be another Pelvis to come, another caped jumpsuit with a wireless microphone to drop, and he will be prophesized thus: to come into the world when The Great Elvis no longer matters, and brothers hurt their brothers, and sisters date their sisters. And this Anti-Elvis will rise and croon, until the city called Vegas beckons him to its Sphere. And the Lord will smite his followers, including hound dogs and those who see their blues as moody. And great seductive gyrations will descend upon the people, and they will gnash their teeth and rattle their jewelry. And curse Nicholas Cage and spit on the husbandry of Michael Jackson. And the great Metronome will rest on the 7th note and see that it is good.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Divine Search
In search of a word which I can capture That rhymes with realities of rapture Struggling to assign a verb to a phrase That aptly predicates a clause of praise
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Tilth
Where some see filth I picture tilth What some perceive as injuries of scythes I, gratefully, pay as dutiful tithes While some remain deaf to the major scales
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Punctuation
Each sentence for her is a myriad Of words to prove her theory of Writing prose toward her goal She supposed was birth control
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
I'm Not Going To Take It Anymore
January 7th represents many commemorative days. For example, it's I'm Not Going To Take It Anymore Day. "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
War Orphans Day
He was sitting at the airport, a hub, with a lot of traffic en route to here and there — and everywhere. There were men and women, separate, rolling their excursion's worth of belongings, steering them this way and that — and every way.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction