Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,730 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

1. Dappled Dusk 11/15/2011
2. How I Wish 11/15/2011
3. This Land Is Your Land 11/15/2011
4. Two Shadows 11/15/2011
5. Her Velvet Walk 11/15/2011
6. An American Handshake 11/15/2011
7. Back Of A Cab 11/15/2011
8. Blue Eyes Of Eve 11/15/2011
9. This Peaceful Night 11/15/2011
10. Dead Lovers 11/15/2011
11. Don'T Be Fooled 11/15/2011
12. Leave The World Something Real 11/15/2011
13. Montana Road 11/16/2011
14. Dream Catcher 11/16/2011
15. Lunch Bucket 11/16/2011
16. Wild Heart 11/17/2011
17. Dark Rooms 11/17/2011
18. Irish Blood 11/17/2011
19. Mystic Earth 11/17/2011
20. Seven Roads 11/17/2011
21. The New Widow 11/17/2011
22. Secrets 11/17/2011
23. Ghosts Of The Full Moon 11/17/2011
24. Tenderness 11/18/2011
25. Bells Of Hope 11/18/2011
26. Haunted 11/18/2011
27. Whispers 11/18/2011
28. Time Runs Out 11/18/2011
29. Eternal Forests 11/18/2011
30. Cheap Perfume 11/18/2011
31. Vampires 11/18/2011
32. American Soul 11/18/2011
33. Undeclared War 11/18/2011
34. Blossoms Of Karma 11/18/2011
35. Blue Planet 11/18/2011
36. Pictures In A Book 11/18/2011
37. Temptation 11/18/2011
38. A Look In The Mirror 11/18/2011
39. Moon Dance 11/19/2011
40. Sea Caves 11/19/2011

Comments about Joseph Narusiewicz

  • sean brown (4/11/2018 8:06:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Joseph Narusiewicz

London Fog

In the London fog she walks like light
Light as soft as the lofty stars
Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships
Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere
She sounds the bells of destiny
Oscar Wilde with a black cane
Morose of Byron
Her arms are blue opium alleys
Her kiss the ice of a pirates treasure

I move toward her
Chills of nights silk
We will never grow old
Back to our graves we must go
Our bed is the ancient mariner
Under the North Sea lovers laugh
Wales moans like Dylan Thomas
We have raged against the night
The fog of London is my ...

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How I Wish

Veins of black tar head for the mountains
Something beautiful about the plains
Something mysterious thru the badlands
Ghost Buffalo
Sacred beads
Tears

She burns sage like a shamans soul
Can you feel the eyes in old houses?

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