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Joseph V. Danoski

The January Second Selected Poet is Joseph V. Danoski

Please feel free to visit Joseph at: Dojonaki@Netscape.Net

Joseph Danoski

DREAMS OF ANDROMEDA

Living
In a world where girls are few and far between,
Where the winters are long with so little green.
I exit the dome of my lonely home from home,
Restlessly feeling the need to roam.

Each night
I find contentment contemplating the stars;
Watching constellations and conjunctions of Mars.

Dreaming of my days on Andromeda,
Out there beyond the dark-star nebula.
Another galaxy,
The other half of me—

That island beyond the sea of space.

Dying
From an atmosphere of sheer boredom and beer,
With my thoughts a million light-years from here.
On this asteroid with only androids to talk to—
Punished for something I didn’t do.

I try to find contentment at the alien bars;
In quiet desperation and sharing my scars.

Dreaming of my nights with Andromeda,
Somewhere beyond the dark-star nebula.
Another galaxy,
The other half of me—

My soul mate beyond this time and place.

ALONE AMONG THE STONES

September in the cemetery,
The end of another century;
But the charms of autumn
Keep me calm,
As I walk alone among the stones.

What’s an eternity worth to me?
A destiny doomed to being free.

Forever cursed to walk the earth,
A living death without rebirth;
But the charms of autumn
Keep me calm,
As I walk alone among the stones.

MANIFESTATION

I’ll be free
When the green has left the leaves
Dead and falling from the trees,
And birds begin to fly;

When the sinking sun has set
The slinking silhouettes
Against the autumn sky.

Time to wear the white carnation;
Time for another incarnation—
To be renewed
And once-removed
And rise from the gloom once again.

I’ll be back
Like a cat with an arched back,
Crossing everybody’s path
As dogs begin to bark;

When the rising of the fall
Has shadows growing tall
Across the empty park.

Time to start a new sensation;
Time for one more manifestation--
To re-emerge
And reconverge
And rise to the surface again.

Joseph V. Danoski lives happily on the “plains of his imagination” in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. He published his first book of poems titled Shock Waves: Letters from the Edge back in 1987, under his pen name Jonathan Konrad. This book is still being sold in local bookstores, and has been reviewed favorably a number of times.

Through the years, Joseph has had quite a few of his poems published in the city’s newspaper, The Berlin Reporter, where for a time he had a byline in its poetry corner. In 1997 he was asked by the Chamber of commerce to write something appropriate for the Berlin Centennial Celebration. After researching the history of the area and the paper-making industry, he wrote a poem titled “The City Built from Trees” which he read at City Hall.

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