David Kowalczyk

Rookie (11-22-1952 / Batavia, New York)

David Kowalczyk Poems

81. Delicious Life 12/29/2007
82. Life Before Latte 12/29/2007
83. Thorns Upon The Alien Corn 1/4/2008
84. Praying Lessons 1/5/2008
85. Poem For A Morbid Monk 1/5/2008
86. Hello 1/5/2008
87. The Land Creates 1/8/2008
88. Nihilism 2/9/2008
89. Stealing The Sky 12/19/2007
90. Stars 12/20/2007
91. Hope 12/20/2007
92. Time For Heavy Boots 2/21/2008
93. Shooting Stars 2/20/2008
94. Masked Woman At A Poetry Reading 2/19/2008
95. Thoughts Like Melting Snow 2/20/2008
96. Difficult Blood 3/13/2008
97. Impecunious 3/19/2008
98. Dime Store Santa 12/20/2007
99. Cheap Posada Blues 12/29/2007
100. Sedona Chamber Music 12/29/2007
101. My Father Wills Himself Deaf 12/19/2007
102. Heart Distant As Stone 1/5/2008
103. Heart As Imaginary Island 1/8/2008
104. Children Do Not We Forever Be 1/8/2008
105. Stainless Soul 12/20/2007
106. December 12/19/2007
107. This Only Happens In The Movies 7/29/2008
108. Patience 2/19/2008
109. Silence 2/19/2008
110. A Short History Of Pain 1/5/2008
111. First Sight 12/20/2007
112. Vox Angelica 12/27/2007
113. Poem For A Truculent Optometrist 1/5/2008
114. A Sober Riot Of Words 2/11/2008
115. Days Of Practical Sin 12/29/2007
116. A Small Sacrifice 12/19/2007
117. Poems In And Of Themselves 3/6/2008
118. The Greying Of Veronica 2/20/2008
119. Reckless Scent Of Titans 12/26/2007
120. Time Of Amazing Things 1/11/2008

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  • Julia Black Julia Black (11/4/2016 7:03:00 AM)

    I love your poetry! I'm simply addicted.

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  • Mary Jo White (3/25/2008 9:16:00 AM)

    I love to read your poems in the morning. They uplift my entire day.

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Best Poem of David Kowalczyk

As If I Am Your Dream

Here, in the warm white fog,
our smiles contain miracles,
miracles only an ancient love
could ever manifest.


My blood turns to wine.
The edges of shadow harden.
Time fills with tears.


Let us surrender
the sky we stole
from the gods.

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Ars Poetica Haiku

To talk like the rain.
Words the color of oneself.
This is poetry.

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