Galleria
Galleria sober with magenta circles
Victor Hugo rings the strange bells
Guillotines of the repressive museum
Dialectic maidens voluptuous and serene
Straight line poets march in protest
Concepts as rigid as steep cathedrals
Definitions become inkwells of rules
Freedom paints with thick brush stokes
Fire shines from apples of her breasts
Her eyes pruned by a purple moon
Blue cisterns like sisters of a brothel
Cézanne wrestles with convention
Verlaine showers vermilion satin sheets
Poe an exorcist of the seriated feathers
Her pink toenails bold as the new jungle
Neruda gathers seashells of sensual nipples
We are the sparks of sapphire wine
She sings of Spanish thighs
Leave the smothered masks
Shine like Florence in moonlight
Canals of Venice lovers
Onward in forlorn Chanel no 5
Madonna silk wet in forest dew
Beds of the burning Ecole des Beaux
Ballerina kisses poignant as literate Chloe’s
Paint my darling with your navel topaz
Write like a lioness in golden fields
Let your wet eyes graze the stars
Proust shivers like a sea of jazz
Dali with tears of Einstein’s time
Burn these tunics of the albatross
7 wonders of the shy timid world
Streets drowsy with sleepy doorways
Emerge into the butterfly easel
Art in the Galleria dances like fire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Vampires
Mandarin sky like fire in her eyes
Dark visions rise between her thighs
She sleeps in a bed of liquid lava
Decadent Venus in gossamer night
Black silk poetry fills her womb
Succulent moonlight caresses
She reads the Flowers of Evil
Satin sheets in soft candle light
Golden chains, silk scarves
Passion dances in pedicure red
6 inch high heels on my shoulder
Her kisses are like wild wolves
Her mirror fills with purple night
Ivory neck alive with moon beams
She longs to feed on a poets sin
Feel the thorns of sensuous myth
Born to be adored in the garden
The dark side casts her spell
Music from ancient castles
Roses wet with deep red lust
A Goddess thrives on hot blood
Vampires gorged in moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Time Runs Out
Spill the paint over a circus clock
Time is set
Pulse and waves in slanted disdain
Paradise broken
Spanish tears opaque museum
Live the will of a new door
Painter and poets crushed incants
Arrange the stars that cry
Mortality amidst your dream caves
No hands folded
No pious genuflection
Stations of art
Birth just a shadow
Bold libido with golden wings
Circles where writers gather
Tombs garnished by Dali
Fauves red blue angst
Eaten by wild beasts
Cezanne soars in the Louvre
Life amidst decoupes
Matisse wonders about the soul
Salon of wonder like a cathedral
Under the fountain of bliss
Mirror of mortality in dim gray
You despise religious symbols
Death is near and they haunt you
All shelters fail
Can you see the crows?
Paint your panic attack
Cover it with angel clouds
Run like a space ship
Decorate every empty hole
Time runs out
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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My Muse
They come in silk moonlight
Rising in the high notes
Lingering in corridors of poetry
Sighing in sweet chords
Tribes of ancient color
Spanish silver
Flamingo guitars
Lioness awakens my dry heart
Crinoline forest of mystic joy
Spanish moon shines like a spell
She has come from the sea
She brings me the hurt
She brings me compassion
Love is all the falsely accused
Be a man who cares she says
Her vision surrounds me
Her bracelets of Ulysses
Flowers of Ithaca
Tendrils grow in red gold
Feel the fingers of myth
Centuries in her soft touch
Rings filled with fate
The music burns dusky candles
Castles in the crying wind
See the broken man
Feel the wounded
Her breasts are filled with tears
She tells me of the poor
I am the narrow man of gold
I seek her eyes of beauty
She says grow like the forest
Let your heart see justice, mercy
Dancing by windows
Revel like new flowing love
She moves in shadows of time
Wrapped in gossamer stars
Hear the sweet piano
Feel the beat of fire
Cymbals shimmer with life
She reads a poem of Pablo Neruda
My muse wet like the sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Violet Fire
Renewal revels on golden islands
No encumber some vicissitudes
We are the pink rocks of romance
Freedom soars on porcelain angels
Leaves of classic paganism
Inside the tubes of wet forests
Symbiotic truth in your flesh
Poetry of the inner loom
Canals pour their elastic walls
She is the hot moon
Burning trees of green wind
Blue birds like sensuous fire
All monasteries rooted in the desert
Time in pink talons on nipple mountains
Seize the moment in hungry red
Silk stockings around my cerebellum
Stars of silk decadence
Our passion reaches knowledge
Knowledge of ancient flowers
We make love for days like violet fire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Have Fallen
I am the mask of iron chiffon
Denied access to your rebellious rain
We hunt like unborn lovers
Waiting for the wet moon
Fallen like stars as bright as purple
Proper golden doors stay shut
Can you hear me call?
Will you wrap your lace?
I await your cryptic poetry
Secret like the dawn of tides
Tides that flood my night
Tides as warm as red fire
Let me drink until I am guilty
You haunt me like the wind
Open those gates that make me pray
Silk gates of Irish fishnet
The high elves of regal blue
Forests in the flames of joy
Satin gowns like ancient ghosts
Timely counsel where rubies speak
Emerald stars bright as shamans
I left the heavens for your kiss
Tempestuous sea sweeps the kelp
Brazen moonlight cradles my heart
Rings of mandolin wine
Shrouded like sirens of Ulysses
Discretion blows like a trial of Hercules
We are the planets of every treasure
Ships of fire burn in the Gaelic sheets
I have fallen into shamrock tendrils
Fallen like Yeats moral chains
Fallen and waiting for your heaven
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Sea Caves
Your garlic and sage roses
Your half moon sea
The waters rise like an oak tree
Boughs of pure crystal joy
Blue gray soul of seraphim eyes
Now the sea showers the shore
I am the hidden man
Golden treasures in caves
I hear the tide go in and out
We search for real dreams
Islands maroon the heart
Protons and neutrons in balance
Man asleep waiting to see her eyes
Woman knowing she is love
These kelp shores wait for you
I long to hold you in the moonlight
Your smile silent as morning
Seagulls soar with freedom
All the walls have crumbled
We share the serene stars of peace
Mystic warm waters surround
Topaz blended with sapphire
Violet touch amidst lime green
Clouds sigh like satin prose
These sea caves fill with your love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Temptation
Night comes, she retreats from love
Winter tears water her memories
Enough pain, she closes the door
Snow falls lightly, hearts freeze
No lavender or soft blue only shadows
Behind thick walls her poetry sighs
Art from the dark soul without sun
Cold frosted illicit moonlight shines
Temptation walks along the lost sea
Silver bracelets and golden chains
Eyes pierce through my weakness
By the fire she burns and waits
The treasures of lust howl like wolves
Winding stairways haunted with ghosts
Masks of feasts from ancient Castles
Winds blow along the barren coast
Collect lost souls with thighs of sin
Creatures dead dance in crimson red
Deep inside the islands become desert
Run from the stars to your fallen bed
She burns like Poe's House of Usher
Frozen lioness eyes raging with war
She calls my name and I must go
Between good and evil my soul is torn
Tonight silence pounds like drums
Her gown is silk and fine black lace
Loneliness springs like an endless well
Aquiline beauty in a Goddesses face
I enter into temptations moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A Flower From Alice
Narrow purple circles
Refined on the borders of chaos
Colors of the edge
You take me into acrylics
You surround me with color
Ebullient joy wakes the war
The war of all men
Circles of sorrow
Malcolm X standing tall
Sketches of balance
Scales older than medieval eyes
Snow in the sun on pine branches
Beauty in the serene morning
Blood crimson as pain
Music penetrates the castle walls
She is dark like a sapphire moon
She is real like the stars of Van Gogh
You are the eclectic Madonna
Golden trumpet of Miles
Hunger of a roaring lion
Loose behind a good drummer
Emotion not quite cognitive
Doors of perception
Music created like a painter
Out of the jungle comes the sun
The subliminal dawn
A flower from Alice
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Winter Years
Every thing fades into winter
Temptation dances like summer
Lilac eyes with the fire of roses
Stars laugh with mystical wonder
Mirth strewn with laurels of lovers
Spanish poise with enticing words
Flamingo lament in odes of red
Passion cries with a belated dirge
No regal purple crown will last
Romance needs the blood of soul
Castles haunt me in the night
Moonbeams like dreams unfold
Her jealous thighs speak of Byron
Languid Venus has learned to cry
Nothing lasts except golden gates
Roman feasts become a sea of sighs
Naked with visions of eternal bliss
Fate rules the course of time
Kisses sweet laced with hemlock
Will you stay true and be mine?
The leaves are gone skies are grey
The wind blows chilly and cold
Ships sail the icy waters of love
Age withers the brave and bold
Will her vase have roses this winter?
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Ode To Wine
Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Thank You
Azure soul true and blue as feathers
We sigh like lovers with fine wings
Breathe love like a warm spring day
Apples red as her kiss
Soft zephyrs
Placid streams
Replete with solemn strength
Refreshed in waters of life
My darling is a golden river
I drink her sweet fountains
In this insane world I have found you
Lets watch the clouds amidst the blue
Love is vital
Love makes it all worthwhile
Love is a gift beyond measure
Summer winds fill with gracious portent
She dreams of my warm arms
Golden meadows where prayer smiles
Moonlight sweet as honey
Silence drenched in deep passion
Fire always burning
Desire always awakening
Dreams amidst antique lamps
The kitchen bright with little kisses
We flow from all the ages
Let the clocks chime
My love ravages my lonely life
The bed burns both day and night
Out the window the stars shine
She sleeps in timeless dreams
Thank you my love for finding me
Thank you my God for blessing me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Kings of Sleep
Pyres burning like Viking swords
Flashes in the sun of giants
Supple nipples that rule my fire
Deposition of turquoise legacy
Regal eagle wings spread golden
Green fire in the mystic forest
Bury the feathers and pain
Let the blue rain fall gentle
Weep for noble shamans
Children of the hunted
Sirens of the stars
Sundials raise ziggurats
She comes to me with centuries
My tongue laps the waters of Venus
Frozen years melted by golden showers
Rainbow words swell the clouds
The dead have traveled far
See the haunted rivers?
Streams of bloody tears
Mad sails scarred with law
Ships of religious sadists
Understanding travels by martyrs
Birth from the tenuous womb
Earth sighs in sullen winds
New moons rise gathering gnomes
Eaten by lions in the ravaged dream
She sings like savannah grass
Sycamores frosted with lust
Pour your jewels my love into stars
Empty the womb of ruby rings
Lavish the night with eyes of diamonds
Symbiotic chords of peyote
Wolves of eternal free joy
Light the pyre of red fable
Myths of dancing warriors
Paint your faces shadows rise
Ghost tribes ride the wild wind
The wedding of the sea and rivers
Fires along the trail of tears
Bury your heart at Wounded Knee
She is a princess from the kings
Winds blow in my fiery bed
Chimes cry like moaning desire
The abandoned hunt for homes
Feverish Saturn swirls like whips
The legions of braves hear the dream
Chiefs of all the tribes shine
Shed your skin like snakes
Revel amidst the kings of sleep
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I'll Be Waiting
I watch the river like a clock
Sunset scallops of pink shells
Moon soon to shine
Breeze as light as whispers
Freedom in the leaves
Trees remind me of sanity
Away from all the shills
Away from the profound
Away from the money changers
Night draws out my muse
Come to me beyond age
No converse
No sordid paragraphs
No conceptions of myth
Bring your penance
Bring your coloring books
Violet sweetness
Red apple apogee
No sharia
No rules
Sit like a pose of Rembrandt
Like a stroke of Dali
Sing without convention
Wanton forests as blue as the sea
When you leave breathe softly
The dancers of Degas
Peaches ripe as fire
I hope the world begins tonight
I hope you come again
I like when the lamp is on
When candles seem mystical
I like when the cat knows your there
I'll be waiting
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Open to the Spirit
How I learn from the wind
Freedom is a treasure within
Art can never satisfy without humility
Stretched like a binder
Procrustean beds broken
Concepts burn like a fire
Red hot jazz
Love opens preconceptions
New neuron patterns
Old streets with roses
Blossom away from power
Growth walks out of the temple
Led by the Spirit
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Stoning Dark
What was the ethics of homefires
when homeostasis had gone awry?
There were no concrete truths.
I will not wear the lies instead
like fly ash on my bloodied shirt.
The old habits die hard;
the beds of flesh and bones, carry the
strange innocent meanings of heavy
eyelids which could not beat the silk
of green eyes of a sun.
A miracle was needed to undo the
thighs of mermaid who went to sleep on the
rocks of jealousy. The sky-blue flames
rise again from the navel of infidel love
who had inherited the golden moon.
Satish Verma
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Pink Toenails
Pink toenails
Why don't I have time to paint pink toenails?
Iv'e got my pink foam curlers in my ponytail
My girlfriends have time for their pink toenails
Come nightfall
You'll be waltzing through my door when you hear me call
And I love the way you say I'm your baby doll
And you'll find me sittin' there in my pink toenails
Iv'e got my walkman and my cosmo
And my ticket to ride
All I need's my box of chocolates and you here by my side
Woah pink toenails
Why don't I have time to paint pink toenails?
Iv'e got my pink foam curlers in my ponytail
And my girlfriends have time for there pink toenails
You think your man don't care about perfume and powder
Polish and lipstick and lotion (lotion)
But when you slip your slippers on
And you rub him on the chin
When he looks down your leg
You're sure to see him grin at your pink toenails
He says honey come on over here
And give me somethin' sweet
Let me put my finishing touches on
'Cause I don't wanna' cuddle, snuggle, rub him on the feet
Till I have painted every little toenail pink
Ooooh wrestle with me
You can mess up my hair
You can treat me like a tomboy
I love it I swear
Ooooh toenails
Why don't I have time to paint my toenails?
Toenails
Iv'e been drinking my whiskey from a holy rail
Holy rail
And we'll go to Disney Land and ride the monorail
Monorail
And if you're sweet I'll be your nightengale
Until the extinction of the spermwhale
Spermwhale
And live happily ever after just like Ro and Dale
Ro and Dale
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Hear and See
Pine boughs hang like chandeliers
Chancellors of sentinel royalty
Censured by ages of joy
We receive the forests of love
Leave the blight of hatred behind
Change into the garments of praise
Succor every broken reed
Every sword of love unsheathed
Cadence in the valleys of man
He that hath ears let him hear
The candles have eyes like roses
She awakes with jewels of azure
Only the sky has eternal secrets
Have you heard whispers of peace?
Crimson fields of honor sing
Fire of angels gladdens the river
The golden city is being built
Joy has forecast its grand victory
Brides dance in purloin white
He that hath eyes let him see
A lamb leads the mighty lions
She dies with a sweet prayer
Warm yourself amidst the brazen
Deep inside a wondrous kingdom
Letters of humility along the path
Songs serene as dawn on lips of fire
Four winds gather the wedding guests
Clothed in forgiveness they come
Sojourners called from the darkness
Journey and find one another
We open our new ears and eyes
Garlands of the opaque blue sea
New wine in halo circles of time
Parley with the stars of the King
Open doors shine in the night
Your dreams have mystic paths
Gentle lilies decorate the hallways
Come home calls past the mountains
Strangers are brothers and sisters
Family gathers like star clusters
Hear and see the crucified one’s love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Tonight You are Mine
Stark black and white, drama
Silent evocative emotion
Are there ghosts like old movies?
The sea washes the moonlit evening
We are the protagonists
Ambiance and soft shadows
The time of amour and desire
Soft music and erotic wine
Slip into the attire of risqué silk
Black silk stockings, French perfume
High heels create a stage
Don’t you love a pedicure?
Garter belts and satin sheets
It takes self-confidence to be sexy
She is exotic like Monroe
Sweet with a true smile
We stroll the words of the poets
Intelligence is sexy
Wit and soft candles
The sea is sublime and cupid has come
Tonight is made of gossamer magic
Her eyes burn with sweet fire
Her red manicured nails scorch the night
The crazy world will be there tomorrow
You don't need to be beautiful to be sexy
Too many of us end the honeymoon to soon
Tonight you are divine
Tonight I am in love
She sings “Happy Birthday Mr. President”
Sometimes the wind just blows her dress up!
Tonight she is my angel in a centerfold
Tonight passion rules and you are mine
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Bed of Eve
Share the wild Wolfe of night
She is the ancient face of Venus
Neath the sea of lava she sleeps
Emerge under the lustful moon
Hidden in caves the treasure waits
We are dual nature, vampire
Rage turned into a role model
Bovine formula from the Calvinists
Leather as black as fallen nature
Wrestle with the underground river
Tangled in western jungles
Cement idols of ivory purity
Her eyes are bright with desire
Her new thighs wet with honesty
Fire from the pagan alter burns
Apollo and method have catharsis
Dionysus sings his debauchery
The old empire rises like a lioness
Pleasure seeks eyes of understanding
Tonight she trembles in self knowledge
Eros has filled the hungry stars
Cupid reveals the aplomb of hypocrisy
Candles burn for passionate lovers
We are all at war with ourselves
The bed of Eve fills with flowers
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Fire Of Love
Yes its true,
the fire is bright.
As Its burns right through,
the day and the night.
Like a wild fire that dances and sings,
as spreads across the forest
with a whispering of the winds.
For Its our love of the fire
that ignitions from within.
As our two worlds become one,
as we reach towards heaven.
For there is nothing to quench
there longing to burn
which feels like the fire
of love we have always yearned?
poem by Craig Moon
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