David Kowalczyk

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

David Kowalczyk Poems

201. Satori In Buffalo 12/20/2007
202. Gimcrack 2/9/2008
203. Father: A Winter Storm 1/8/2008
204. Social Class As Secular Religion 1/5/2008
205. Canticle For My Great-Niece 12/27/2007
206. Hamartia 2/9/2008
207. Bittersweet 2/20/2008
208. My Favorite Graffiti 12/18/2007
209. Atrabilious 2/11/2008
210. Time Of Amaretto Rain 12/20/2007
211. No Child Left Behind 1/11/2008
212. Mysteries Of The San Fernando Valley 12/19/2007
213. Cold Whisperings Of Bones 3/13/2008
214. Afterlife 2/20/2008
215. Almost Haiku 2/19/2008
216. Corpus Delicti 12/27/2007
217. Measured Lives 2/20/2008
218. Sinecure 3/5/2008
219. Memories Of Pagan Gods 12/19/2007
220. Magick 12/29/2007
221. Goddess Of Floods, Tornados, And Earthquakes 12/26/2007
222. Apocalypse Moon 2/20/2008
223. Hard Frost 12/18/2007
224. Necromancer 12/29/2007
225. Breakfast At Gethsemane 12/19/2007
226. Big Butte 12/29/2007
227. Zihuatenejo 12/19/2007
228. Beside The Beautiful 2/20/2008
229. Goddess Of Yodeling Mermaids And Fire-Eating Pelicans 12/27/2007
230. Live Wild. Never Die. 12/19/2007
231. Ars Poetica Kowalczyk 2/19/2008
232. Agog 2/9/2008
233. Bumper Stickers 12/29/2007
234. Between Earth And Sky 1/8/2008
235. A Theory Of Snow 12/20/2007
236. Beasts In Shades Of Gray 2/20/2008
237. April Fools 12/20/2007
238. A Time For Roses 12/18/2007
239. Ars Poetica Haiku 12/19/2007
240. As If I Am Your Dream 12/26/2007

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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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    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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