Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

121. Breath Of Life 12/7/2011
122. Bride 12/17/2011
123. Bright Side 5/9/2012
124. Brightest Tomorrow 12/19/2011
125. Broad Gate 12/2/2011
126. Broken Meek 5/27/2015
127. Broken Pieces 12/2/2011
128. Broken Self 11/30/2011
129. Bronze Age 6/11/2013
130. Buffalo Herds 10/23/2016
131. Burned Out Ones 3/11/2014
132. Calico Beach 9/25/2012
133. Caligula 12/1/2011
134. Candles Of Jazz 4/24/2016
135. Candles Of Paradise 10/16/2014
136. Canyons 12/19/2011
137. Caravan Of Moonlight 2/13/2014
138. Carnal Gardens 6/20/2014
139. Castle Of Cowards 1/15/2015
140. Cave Wall 4/26/2016
141. Caves Of Dharma 12/9/2011
142. Celebrators 1/9/2013
143. Celtic Sun 10/17/2014
144. Celtic Tea 5/21/2016
145. Central Square 2/28/2014
146. Chaconne 12/10/2011
147. Chastity 9/22/2015
148. Cheap Perfume 11/18/2011
149. Cherrywood Easel 1/24/2013
150. Cherubs 12/8/2011
151. Children Of Cain 12/14/2011
152. Chimes Of Morning 8/20/2015
153. Choice 11/30/2012
154. Chosen People 12/21/2011
155. City Soul 12/20/2011
156. Coal Black Night 12/21/2011
157. Coffee 10/28/2012
158. Colors And Rainbows 11/30/2011
159. Coltrane 11/20/2011
160. Come Home 8/22/2015
Best Poem of Joseph Narusiewicz

I'll Never Forget You

Opaque heart lit with tenderness
She shines like a child’s smile
Those old songs bring a tear
I really hope your life is happy
When the bitterness goes we can see
We had some real love one for another
Didn’t we?

Oh! How I pretended and rationalized
How I tried too make it all contained
Processed and intellectual
Now I know it was love
Pure and simple love and passion
Defining things can minimize

Nothing has ever replaced the fire of your kiss
They say we only get one love of our life
Your eyes so filled with moonlight
So ...

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Her Velvet Walk

Words burn like fires from Troy
Pearls from the dying myths
Some fear what then have become
Rodin with hands that touch Michelangelo
She draws for the left bank
Seines flows like Chopin’s piano
Picasso walks under halos
Love is the only moral

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