Joseph Narusiewicz

Bronze Star - 2,250 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

361. I See A Dream 9/6/2014
362. I See The Cross 5/28/2012
363. I See You Crying 4/29/2012
364. I Shall Wait 9/17/2013
365. I Suffer 7/30/2013
366. I Trust You 12/18/2011
367. I Walk In Prayer 6/26/2012
368. I Want To Kiss You 3/2/2012
369. I Will Listen 11/22/2011
370. I Wonder 1/17/2013
371. Ice Blue Eyes 2/12/2013
372. Ice Paradise 12/29/2012
373. Identity 11/22/2011
374. I'Ll Be Waiting 6/28/2012
375. I'Ll Never Forget You 11/27/2011
376. Illusions Are Essential 4/9/2015
377. Immortal Lovers 12/16/2011
378. In Fashion 5/29/2013
379. In Love With You 12/16/2011
380. In Name Only 12/11/2011
381. In The Balances 7/1/2013
382. In This Biography 5/25/2015
383. Inspire Me 10/10/2013
384. Into Bliss 12/8/2011
385. Into The Shame -new- 6/28/2015
386. Invaded 7/1/2012
387. Irish Blood 11/17/2011
388. Island Paradise 2/13/2012
389. Islands Without Sea 12/19/2011
390. Isn'T She Lovely 11/22/2011
391. Israel's Right To Exist 5/26/2013
392. It Is Beautiful 10/1/2013
393. It Is Finished 8/1/2012
394. It Is So Simple 7/18/2012
395. It Must Be The Coffee 6/28/2013
396. It's Alive! 1/17/2013
397. Jacob Wrestles 12/17/2011
398. James Dean 11/29/2011
399. Jazz Trees 6/7/2012
400. Jean Once So Lovely 11/21/2011
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I never held a crueler night
You were deceit in moonlight
Silk with venom
How I thought life was a free sea
They took my DNA
Analyzed me like a snake
Put me on a reservation
On a rooftop I seen the city

I no longer expect gifts
All these bright kingdoms
Eyes of babies
Gates where spirits hover
Duffle bags and fatigues
Armies with meteors
Ray guns of apple galaxies
Gnostic towers off of Orion

Little bipolar endorphins
The ups and downs of spies
Redshift poems of quasar beds
On our way home
Mission accomplished
Exorcist ...

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Two Shadows

Moral codes under black lace
Permeate the sensuous epidermis
We touch in sanctuary
We meet inside the dim lit cathedral
Past the sinew
Past the circus
There are symbols on your walls
Conversion is not dogmatic
Love walks these stone alleys

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