Denis Kucharski

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

Denis Kucharski Poems

201. Mr. Obama 11/18/2008
202. If Only I Were Clever 11/18/2008
203. A Continuity Of Space And Time 11/18/2008
204. I'M Not Sure Where It Came From 11/18/2008
205. Bottled Up Inside 11/18/2008
206. There We Were 11/18/2008
207. That Makes No Sense 11/18/2008
208. It's Disturbing 11/18/2008
209. Does A Poem Exist? 11/18/2008
210. It Takes Awhile To Run Out Of Gas 11/18/2008
211. How Strange 11/21/2008
212. It's Just Not Flowing Today 11/21/2008
213. I Hope It's Not True 11/21/2008
214. Do You Got Blu Ray? 11/21/2008
215. Poof! Goes The Magic Economy 11/21/2008
216. Health Care Protesters 8/16/2009
217. Restless Part Ii 8/16/2009
218. Another Photograph Of You 8/16/2009
219. What Happened At That Moment 8/16/2009
220. Glimpses 8/16/2009
221. Morrissey Was On Tv Today 8/16/2009
222. My Trip To Las Vegas 10/24/2009
223. Cold Hearted One 10/24/2009
224. He's Gone Now 10/24/2009
225. I Can'T Capture In Pictures 10/24/2009
226. You'Re So Darn Witty 10/24/2009
227. Parade Of The Charlatans Aka March Of The Republicans 12/21/2009
228. I Was There 12/21/2009
229. I Lost My Christmas Cheer 12/21/2009
230. Not The Change I Hoped For 12/21/2009
231. I Took A Picture 12/21/2009
232. I'M Negative 12/21/2009
233. Wwns-What Would Nietzsche Say? 12/21/2009
234. It Would Take The Discipline Of A Titan 12/21/2009
235. I Read Huffpo Today 12/21/2009
236. Are You A Prostitute? 12/21/2009
237. Nocturnal 12/22/2009
238. I Found You 12/22/2009
239. Mr. Schizoid 12/22/2009
240. I'M Miserable, Are You Miserable Too? 12/22/2009

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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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