Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Chartreuse streets bend like Cezanne's hills
Light and color dignify time
You are grace confused
Her purple tower with vines of blue
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There in the watercolors she dreams
Her soft talons rest in the trees
I cannot sleep
Her mind circles in the shadows
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Under the morning sun
Her dreams of violet scarves
I am going past the epidermis
Shells by the sea
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She is like a Paris night
Mauve dress in candle light
Ghosts bring whips of De Sade
Her smile like ballet on the Seines
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The mighty wings black as death
He exalts himself
Crawls like a spider on granite
No beauty
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I love you amidst the totalitarian boot
Wondrous displacement
Emotions of the scapegoat
The endless rain
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Campaign of the hidden flowers
Rain charms the sassy bluebells
Deer cross the mountains path
Mossy rocks
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the strange thing about ISIL or Isis is so many people are joining with legal passports from everywhere but especially Europe. England in the last three years has more people joining ISIS than joining the royal navy,
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