Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Clocks that melt but start the end
Stars never smile for the forbidden
Muse without floors
Magic lovers now without clocks
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Castanets shriveled gold glare
Used and sheer silk stockings
Titans of quantity
Abyss of abandoned ideals
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scattered words on a canvass
Dripping paint
a bit of myth
Chance
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These shadows hover like indolence
Is love the impudence of an erect sentinel
You sing like the jasper dawn
Muse of my sphinx soul
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Flamingo flames as dangerous as doubt
I doubt your sincere whispers
Concave of fear
The little elves are tattle tales
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Almost half of the population of Sub-Saharan Africa
lives on less than one dollar a day
the highest level of poverty in the world.
My little neurotic sexual white mans mind is aloof
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Sappho crying on the awful islands
Blistered by vain Venus
Forsaken by the Greek colonnades
Pinnacles of Zeus thunder
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Quiet man of the Moors
Against the bricks of revocation
Invasion
When the mind is disturbed
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Upon the grass of the wind I lay
Blue wind and violet dreams
Streams of light in golden clouds
Time has a fathers voice
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Praetors dance of the Renaissance
Gleam of geo - prism light
New Aristotle and the religion of man
Hope in the mystical eternal
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