Denis Kucharski

Rookie - 80 Points (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

Denis Kucharski Poems

81. It's Heartbreaking, Really 12/20/2006
82. I Had Bigger Plans 12/20/2006
83. I'M A Lawyer By Day 12/20/2006
84. It's Christmas Time 12/20/2006
85. Those Egg Rolls Are Burned 12/20/2006
86. I Take Arthritis Medicine 12/20/2006
87. In That Dull Vacuousness 12/23/2006
88. So Many Of Them Sound The Same 12/23/2006
89. My Novel Of Truth 12/23/2006
90. Waiting For That Mystical Time 12/23/2006
91. They'Ll Save My Brain 12/23/2006
92. It's Been Twenty Years 12/23/2006
93. The Doctorate Just Wasn'T What I Thought It Would Be 12/23/2006
94. It Wasn'T Without Much Struggle 12/23/2006
95. Addled 12/23/2006
96. I'M Not Sure Why 12/23/2006
97. I Wonder If They'Ll Write Poems 12/23/2006
98. I Don'T Know If It Matters 12/23/2006
99. I Wonder What Mark Twain Would Say 12/23/2006
100. Beethoven Went Deaf 12/23/2006
101. I Found You In Prose 12/23/2006
102. You Smashed The Crucible 12/23/2006
103. This Child Has Grown 12/23/2006
104. I Heard My Father Screaming 12/23/2006
105. I Wonder If Angels 12/23/2006
106. Do You Suppose Santa Knew? 12/23/2006
107. I Was Present 12/23/2006
108. I Turned Inward 12/31/2006
109. An Imbalance 12/31/2006
110. I'M Not Sure What Direction 12/31/2006
111. A Little Security 12/31/2006
112. There Aren'T Enough Dollars 12/31/2006
113. New Year's Eve 12/31/2006
114. I Don'T Suppose Anyone Will Notice 12/31/2006
115. I Wonder What This Year Will Hold 12/31/2006
116. A Breathless Sunbeam 12/15/2006
117. Beethoven's Lament 12/15/2006
118. You Are My Light 12/15/2006
119. Alcohol 12/15/2006
120. Where Did That Time Go? 12/15/2006

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Best Poem of Denis Kucharski

It's Hard To Write Poems

It's hard to write poems
When you've nothing left to give
And your insides are withered
And your soul has run dry
Like a leper
You've found no distillment
In your heart's content
There you lie
Broken and open
With nothing left to give
Not even your art.

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Richard Fenyman

The mind of an all but mediocre
Genius
The howl of the imagination
Made life incarnate
In formulas, in expressions, in scientific
There I see your childlike smile,
A greater sense of wonder on a leathered face
You taught us to think twice and then again
About what lies on the surface beneath

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