Joseph Narusiewicz

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

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

41. Crayons 11/19/2011
42. Bed Of Ghosts 11/19/2011
43. Blue Vase 11/19/2011
44. Keep Drawing 11/19/2011
45. Safe Arrival 11/19/2011
46. Words Of The Ancient Future 11/19/2011
47. Mark Your Calendar 11/19/2011
48. Coltrane 11/20/2011
49. New Earth 11/21/2011
50. The Trial 11/21/2011
51. The Ripe Fields 11/21/2011
52. Kiss On The Hand 11/21/2011
53. Jean Once So Lovely 11/21/2011
54. Live Jazz 11/22/2011
55. Everything Is Growing 11/22/2011
56. Real Love 11/22/2011
57. On A Night Like This 11/22/2011
58. Systems Of The Mind 11/22/2011
59. A Nice Day 11/23/2011
60. A Real Woman 11/23/2011
61. The Stars Of Home 11/24/2011
62. Hats 11/24/2011
63. A Dobro At 2am 11/23/2011
64. Michael The Arc Angel 11/23/2011
65. A Real Person 11/25/2011
66. Copycats 11/27/2011
67. Thoreau 11/27/2011
68. Talk To Me 11/27/2011
69. The Present Tense 11/27/2011
70. Something Holy 11/27/2011
71. Tonight You Are Mine 11/27/2011
72. The Big They 11/27/2011
73. I Like Both 11/28/2011
74. Good Old Love 11/29/2011
75. Friends With Libido 11/28/2011
76. Your Sunshine 11/29/2011
77. James Dean 11/29/2011
78. Made In Hell 11/29/2011
79. Stars And Angels 11/29/2011
80. Four Winds 11/29/2011

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  • 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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Two Shadows

Moral codes under black lace
Permeate the sensuous epidermis
We touch in sanctuary
We meet inside the dim lit cathedral
Past the sinew
Past the circus
There are symbols on your walls
Conversion is not dogmatic
Love walks these stone alleys

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