Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 5,272 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

161. Come With Us 10/25/2013
162. Comfort Me 6/29/2013
163. Compassion And Understanding 7/26/2012
164. Concupiscence 4/3/2012
165. Cookies 1/27/2012
166. Copycats 11/27/2011
167. Courtship 9/13/2012
168. Cozy Corners 9/20/2015
169. Crawling Around The Stars 7/3/2015
170. Crayons 11/19/2011
171. Creatures Of The Night 4/5/2012
172. Crime And Punishment 12/8/2011
173. Cross The Bridge 5/5/2016
174. Crying Rain 6/17/2012
175. Cupid Smiles 11/6/2014
176. Cursed 4/1/2014
177. D Day 12/2/2011
178. Dad 11/30/2011
179. Dangerous Kisses 10/3/2012
180. Dappled Dusk 11/15/2011
181. Dark Arrows 12/4/2011
182. Dark Muse 3/1/2013
183. Dark Rooms 11/17/2011
184. Dark Side 1/18/2016
185. Dark Silk Stars 11/13/2015
186. Dark Women 7/3/2016
187. Dawn 2/11/2014
188. Days Of Visions And Dreams 4/23/2012
189. De Kooning Revisited 3/19/2013
190. Dead Lovers 11/15/2011
191. Deep In The Soul 7/19/2016
192. Deeper Into The Sea 1/30/2015
193. Defined 3/24/2015
194. Delicate Goodbye 11/27/2014
195. Desert By The Sea 8/5/2014
196. Desert Rain 3/2/2012
197. Destoyer 12/6/2011
198. Devil 2/21/2014
199. Diary 7/17/2014
200. Dining 11/13/2013
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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Her Velvet Walk

Words burn like fires from Troy
Pearls from the dying myths
Some fear what then have become
Rodin with hands that touch Michelangelo
She draws for the left bank
Seines flows like Chopin’s piano
Picasso walks under halos
Love is the only moral

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