Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Magic like the moon on the sea
Unity binds the on owned exiled
Mutiny has walked the spiritual plank
Her mundane romance is sterile cum stains
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Delta silt on her naked poetry
Earth is rivers of joyful seasons
Swans as graceful as perfect clouds
Children know they are miracles
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It's the basics man
Blue car with a spider lawyer
Lights on a swimming pool at night
She speaks French when she cheats
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Her rain is the lonely glades
I am the golden rod
Everything bends like a river
Rope, anchors, docks
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Conversation of the blithe fields
Painted rocks where ancestry cried
Free men of the stalwart iron wind
Blood branches like arrowhead agates
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These banal horns cry like endowed horses
Amputation with no redemption
Pray for him
Seers learn of putrid words
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The hilt of the sword is still warm
Leather gird and wild honey
Ambition with its scorpions
Mercenary moon sold for gold
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Sometimes I have glorious purity
Sitting on a log like a curious raccoon
Staring at the gracious waters
Feeling the comforting breeze
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Choice leaves the blind grave
Gray charred memories dissolve
Light is a healer
Becoming is a goal
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Carriages carry the ignoble soul
Black as coming war
She believes in the Pyramids
She writhes like a witch of capital
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