Denis Kucharski

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

Denis Kucharski Poems

121. Nicotine 12/16/2006
122. Dali Had So Many Ideas 12/18/2006
123. Tea With T.S. Eliot 12/18/2006
124. It's A Bit Disconcerting 12/18/2006
125. Do You Suppose Artists Know Better? 1/3/2007
126. Another Day Ticks By 1/3/2007
127. A New Challenge Has Dawned 1/3/2007
128. I'M Still Writing Poems 1/3/2007
129. The Rabble In The Pit 1/3/2007
130. It's Encouraging 1/3/2007
131. I'Ve Individualized 1/3/2007
132. An Exercise 1/3/2007
133. He Has A Low Iq, Mildred 1/3/2007
134. Smoking Is Good For You! 1/3/2007
135. It's Fatiguing, Really 1/3/2007
136. Nimble Little Words 1/3/2007
137. That Little Prodigy 1/3/2007
138. Garbled Freedom 1/3/2007
139. It Only Takes 1/3/2007
140. In The Movies 1/3/2007
141. I Don'T Suppose It's So 1/6/2007
142. Your Soul Was Too Big For Us 1/6/2007
143. Is This What Nothing Means? 1/6/2007
144. I Spent Some Time Hunting 1/6/2007
145. Fear 1/6/2007
146. Dire Fate's End 1/6/2007
147. Mr. Edison 1/6/2007
148. The Greater Beings 1/6/2007
149. A Self-Imposed Hermitage 1/6/2007
150. Johnny Go Shop At New Year's 1/6/2007
151. Odin Found His Moment 1/7/2007
152. Taking That Next Big Step 1/9/2007
153. I Wanted To Be An Artist 1/9/2007
154. An Enlightened Chapter 1/9/2007
155. I Don'T Know How You Think I Couldn'T Love You 1/9/2007
156. Little Johnny Go Shop Goes Homeless 12/18/2006
157. Little Johnny Go Shop Buys Abercrombie 12/18/2006
158. Little Cornelius Wets His Pants 12/18/2006
159. Little Johnny Go Shop Hates It 12/18/2006
160. Santa Was Disappointed 12/18/2006
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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Buying Time

Today I've been working very hard, toiling to buy time
So that we might spend it together.
I've been desperately searching, scratching
At the earth of life, filing, scraping
A meager den and furrow
So that we might nourish each other
And nature has given few things freely
As Adam's curse scratches back at us
The dirt doth freely humor find

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