Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Almost half of the population of Sub-Saharan Africa
lives on less than one dollar a day
the highest level of poverty in the world.
My little neurotic sexual white mans mind is aloof
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Sappho crying on the awful islands
Blistered by vain Venus
Forsaken by the Greek colonnades
Pinnacles of Zeus thunder
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Quiet man of the Moors
Against the bricks of revocation
Invasion
When the mind is disturbed
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Upon the grass of the wind I lay
Blue wind and violet dreams
Streams of light in golden clouds
Time has a fathers voice
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Praetors dance of the Renaissance
Gleam of geo - prism light
New Aristotle and the religion of man
Hope in the mystical eternal
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She is the wrath of silence
Terrible dark quiet
I slowly die
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Drone nights where poetry suckles sanity
A refuge for neuro transmitters
Pathways away from Borg circles
Some of us are small against our malice
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I hurt a dove
She landed on my sill
With wings of glorious heaven
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Oh Sylvia Sylvia I miss you
Like Van Gogh you felt pain
Wild flowers cry
Scream like England's tides
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Intimacy, mystic like the land
Perfume rich with apple orchards
We are not vacuums
Romance needs setting
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