Joseph Narusiewicz

Silver Star - 4,400 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

761. She Sleeps 2/3/2014
762. She Takes Away My Sorrow 11/30/2011
763. She Trades The Kingdom 9/7/2014
764. She Whispers Softly 11/18/2011
765. Shekinah 1/4/2012
766. Sheloves Purple 1/7/2013
767. Shills 12/18/2011
768. Shine 10/27/2013
769. Shine In The Darkness 12/18/2011
770. Silk Shadows 4/8/2013
771. Simple Existence 10/1/2013
772. Sisters Of Mendocino 2/27/2014
773. Sisyphus 12/9/2011
774. Skeleton 1/25/2013
775. Sky 4/10/2016
776. Slave Ship 8/13/2014
777. Slaves 10/7/2012
778. Sleep On Park Benches 4/22/2013
779. Sleepy Children 12/14/2011
780. Slower Than Turtles 12/16/2011
781. Sly Spirits 5/22/2013
782. Smell The Flowers 7/28/2014
783. Smug 2/11/2015
784. So Deep 11/17/2012
785. So Long Jackson 11/16/2012
786. So Sweet 5/20/2015
787. Soft As Heaven 6/14/2012
788. Sola Scriptura 11/23/2012
789. Sold Souls 12/18/2011
790. Solid Foundations 10/14/2013
791. Some Call It Jazz 6/17/2012
792. Some Dream Of War 12/16/2011
793. Some Fear No Hell 4/13/2012
794. Some Good News 7/14/2014
795. Some Thoughts On Post Modernism 4/9/2012
796. Someone Evil 5/2/2015
797. Someone True 4/7/2012
798. Someone Waits 12/19/2011
799. Something Dark 7/1/2015
800. Something Holy 11/27/2011
Best Poem of Joseph Narusiewicz

I'll Never Forget You

Opaque heart lit with tenderness
She shines like a child’s smile
Those old songs bring a tear
I really hope your life is happy
When the bitterness goes we can see
We had some real love one for another
Didn’t we?

Oh! How I pretended and rationalized
How I tried too make it all contained
Processed and intellectual
Now I know it was love
Pure and simple love and passion
Defining things can minimize

Nothing has ever replaced the fire of your kiss
They say we only get one love of our life
Your eyes so filled with moonlight
So ...

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How I Wish

Veins of black tar head for the mountains
Something beautiful about the plains
Something mysterious thru the badlands
Ghost Buffalo
Sacred beads
Tears

She burns sage like a shamans soul
Can you feel the eyes in old houses?

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