Joseph Narusiewicz

Silver Star - 3,925 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

1. Dappled Dusk 11/15/2011
2. How I Wish 11/15/2011
3. This Land Is Your Land 11/15/2011
4. Two Shadows 11/15/2011
5. Her Velvet Walk 11/15/2011
6. An American Handshake 11/15/2011
7. Back Of A Cab 11/15/2011
8. Blue Eyes Of Eve 11/15/2011
9. This Peaceful Night 11/15/2011
10. Dead Lovers 11/15/2011
11. Don'T Be Fooled 11/15/2011
12. Leave The World Something Real 11/15/2011
13. Montana Road 11/16/2011
14. Dream Catcher 11/16/2011
15. Lunch Bucket 11/16/2011
16. Wild Heart 11/17/2011
17. Dark Rooms 11/17/2011
18. Irish Blood 11/17/2011
19. Mystic Earth 11/17/2011
20. Seven Roads 11/17/2011
21. The New Widow 11/17/2011
22. Secrets 11/17/2011
23. Ghosts Of The Full Moon 11/17/2011
24. Tenderness 11/18/2011
25. Bells Of Hope 11/18/2011
26. Haunted 11/18/2011
27. Whispers 11/18/2011
28. Time Runs Out 11/18/2011
29. Eternal Forests 11/18/2011
30. Cheap Perfume 11/18/2011
31. Vampires 11/18/2011
32. American Soul 11/18/2011
33. Undeclared War 11/18/2011
34. Blossoms Of Karma 11/18/2011
35. Blue Planet 11/18/2011
36. Pictures In A Book 11/18/2011
37. Temptation 11/18/2011
38. A Look In The Mirror 11/18/2011
39. Moon Dance 11/19/2011
40. Sea Caves 11/19/2011
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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