Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,521 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

161. Shamans And Dreamers 12/7/2011
162. Still So Beautiful 12/7/2011
163. Potters Hands 12/6/2011
164. Holy Night 12/6/2011
165. Winter Rose 12/6/2011
166. Living Joy 12/6/2011
167. Wounds Heal 12/8/2011
168. Utopian 12/8/2011
169. No More Islands 12/8/2011
170. Poets Of The Shadows 12/8/2011
171. Bernadette 12/8/2011
172. Crime And Punishment 12/8/2011
173. Fallen Angels 12/8/2011
174. This Memrial Day 12/8/2011
175. Into Bliss 12/8/2011
176. Greetings Of Joy 12/9/2011
177. Edge Of Town 12/9/2011
178. Earth Day 12/9/2011
179. Sisyphus 12/9/2011
180. Tears And Laughter 12/9/2011
181. Wings Of Flow 12/9/2011
182. Leather Boots 12/9/2011
183. Art And Asylum 12/9/2011
184. Ghost World Watches 12/9/2011
185. Chaconne 12/10/2011
186. Emily Prayed 12/9/2011
187. Ghosts Of The Sea 12/9/2011
188. She Knows There Are Ghosts 12/9/2011
189. Begonias 12/8/2011
190. I Dream Of You 12/9/2011
191. High Heels 12/9/2011
192. In Name Only 12/11/2011
193. Here Comes Frankenstein 12/11/2011
194. Angels War 12/11/2011
195. This Lovely Day 12/14/2011
196. Lamp Of Crystal 12/14/2011
197. Gems Of Love 12/14/2011
198. Golden Kiss 12/14/2011
199. Stay Open To Love 12/14/2011
200. Let Me Go 12/14/2011

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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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