Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Weakness! The power of lingerie
Wry garden of abstract religion
She croons in the subliminal oasis
Authenticated by quiet mornings
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She comes like the tide
Her sunset eyes gather stars
On the sands I wait for miracles
My mind leaves the lofty cliffs
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Numb like burned out prairie
Nothing seems too reach
Only the sea seems to be my lover
Awakened mermaids swim without war
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Swirling wind in summer heat
Rain has left the world green
Morning comes like a gentle blue
Palpable rivers flow in my soul
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Red berries stunning in sunlight
Out of the deep a fountain of pain
Memories I must justify
Closure an on going battle
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Eros has crawled from the church grave
Chained like a renascence talon
This fire makes me write
Now the shadow wings fly
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A flow of consciousness
Silent and real reflections
Nothing smart or written to please
Watching the inward river
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We become the past so easily
The sweet rose out of ground
Existential eyes without sky
Without forever
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Weathered boards on the old dock
Sun trying to peak thru
The water like a sublime dream
Seagulls circle the boats
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Sate flowers from Rembrandt's sorrow
Dressed in gold she stares in opulence
Gone from the axis of sojourning time
Paint her with all your bright color
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