Joseph Narusiewicz

Veteran Poet - 1,881 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

361. I Want To Kiss You 3/2/2012
362. I Will Listen 11/22/2011
363. I Wonder 1/17/2013
364. Ice Blue Eyes 2/12/2013
365. Ice Paradise 12/29/2012
366. Identity 11/22/2011
367. I'Ll Be Waiting 6/28/2012
368. I'Ll Never Forget You 11/27/2011
369. Illusions Are Essential 4/9/2015
370. Immortal Lovers 12/16/2011
371. In Fashion 5/29/2013
372. In Love With You 12/16/2011
373. In Name Only 12/11/2011
374. In The Balances 7/1/2013
375. In This Biography -new- 5/25/2015
376. Inspire Me 10/10/2013
377. Into Bliss 12/8/2011
378. Invaded 7/1/2012
379. Irish Blood 11/17/2011
380. Island Paradise 2/13/2012
381. Islands Without Sea 12/19/2011
382. Isn'T She Lovely 11/22/2011
383. Israel's Right To Exist 5/26/2013
384. It Is Beautiful 10/1/2013
385. It Is Finished 8/1/2012
386. It Is So Simple 7/18/2012
387. It Must Be The Coffee 6/28/2013
388. It's Alive! 1/17/2013
389. Jacob Wrestles 12/17/2011
390. James Dean 11/29/2011
391. Jazz Trees 6/7/2012
392. Jean Once So Lovely 11/21/2011
393. Jennifer 1/30/2014
394. Jerusalem Is Surrounded 12/17/2011
395. Jolly Old England 12/2/2011
396. Joyce 6/5/2014
397. Joyful Song 6/12/2012
398. Keep Drawing 11/19/2011
399. Keep On The Sunny Side 7/28/2014
400. Keep Smiling 3/4/2012
Best Poem of Joseph Narusiewicz

London Fog

In the London fog she walks like light
Light as soft as the lofty stars
Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships
Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere
She sounds the bells of destiny
Oscar Wilde with a black cane
Morose of Byron
Her arms are blue opium alleys
Her kiss the ice of a pirates treasure

I move toward her
Chills of nights silk
We will never grow old
Back to our graves we must go
Our bed is the ancient mariner
Under the North Sea lovers laugh
Wales moans like Dylan Thomas
We have raged against the night
The fog of London is my ...

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