Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

867 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Moth to the Flame Survives!
My darkness lifted when I saw your light Shining for all to see Yet I circled your lone, exclusive lantern Meant for anyone but me
By Gerard DiLeo4 months ago in Poets
Out From the Shadows
Your once bejewled insistence on the bright Burned red with passion's might of lovers' light Till orange, fading in, suppressed the hue
By Gerard DiLeo4 months ago in Poets
Twinkles
Coruscating hues The shooting stars' crashing cues T'ward cold's gray tableau
By Gerard DiLeo4 months ago in Poets
Deer Moon
Dear Moon, I pray, you stay away New and hidden and dark in suspension For I measure my fertility On your periodic attention
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
Greenlight. Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Ninety-degree turn at the speed of light Doth blindside me outside my lover's sight Your red-shift, complementing me, askew
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
One Hand Clapping
I'm happy and I'm knowin' If I clap my hand To answer the koan That I don't understand . My God can make a rock, I'm praying
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
Shock and Sibilance
The chill sashays in, unhissing 'Fore we unknow what we're unmissing Carpets unroll in unsilent susurrus As the homenote unsounds discordant unround us
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
Family Tree
The branches of my family tree Branch out from the trunk of me A lineage of my progeny Of fruit, fallen, not far from me
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
The Man in the Van
He lives on in me The man who would trap you where You're his forever
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
Grayscale
Desaturating... Technicolor washes out Fam'ly tree leaves fall
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Poets
Born Again. Top Story - August 2025.
What could possibly be more pleasant for eternity than nonexistence? No harm; no fouls. No problem. I figure I didn’t exist for 13.8 billion years and don’t recall one moment of it being ever being an issue—that is, since moments actually began way back then.
By Gerard DiLeo5 months ago in Psyche
The Uncanny Valley Inn
Trevor surveyed the the valley. So beautiful, it was uncanny, which explained the inn's name. Serene. Almost too serene. Was that possible?
By Gerard DiLeo6 months ago in Fiction