Best Compass Point Poems

Black Powder Dreams

Vast o’ the seas carry forth desperations 
Lives cast aside in the faces of war
Rotted wood planks, salted skin aspirations
Wind tattered sails bound of endless explore

Black powder dreams aft the end quarter season
Cannons at wait, closer still to the bow
Manned by the weak,...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were etched
by happenstance??
not even CLOSE, sweetheart
I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one
and somewhere along the way
I learned, (quite painfully, mind), to not
believe...

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Acciaccatura

And filled with stars and the land
A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass 
Of my soul

Stalking the alabaster moon 
I rejoined once more
Those who follow the dream

Cutting through crests 
Time the scythe of a barque
Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise

The prow our...

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There's a place on the globe that everyone's heard
and the place is 'God knows where',
but instead of a phrase God gave it a word
and the word is 'Solitaire'
At each compass point lies blistering sand
under blue relentless sky
not the best location you can understand
for the World's...

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Hold and veer revolved career, the way by man alone on trails unknown, across
trackless stone, to follow where? across prairie’s bare! traveling light with bellies 
tight, on rocky shores its lore was sure, to follow, follow across crag across hollow
your roads were strung as songs...

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iv.


within genesis, 
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis 
the water rippled as I slipped, 
silently screaming 
into this dazzling stream 
called life …


v.


clarity is and was
no cushion to float on, 
its...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the tundras of charred weeds,
 fin-like petals quake beneath our feet.
The...

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Upon the broad open prairies of possibilities
each compass degree direction calls to freedom
every nascence in the hope of dreams lingers
predicting natures ever present connections

No need to ponder an ideals rejection
unencumbered by expectation
footsteps lost in the faith of random
find their destiny the way of the soul

Take...

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But turn one compass point in your heart
and so to the palpitations of love
cause life to burgeon as if it be from the rod of Aaron
lay root imperceptible of ages
such foundation resolute

To her tender hands of Akashik birth
centuries in her echo the voice
which conscience alone...

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High Tide Returns

Once he sailed the fast Clipper of his heart
A mariner over blessed waves
Once on a fathom sea of womanhood
He drew water 
To each compass point in her eyes
His sails were prayers 
Laid in every pale crest and trough    
The wind...

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Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space ! 
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken sun,Yes! There are secrets
Between the doors of safety, where you...

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Revelation to a nation
as you buy a ticket
to your final destination

“Coach class!”
said Balaams’ ass
“can you not see
you cannot pass”?

Insight into man’s plight
an answer perhaps
for the harvests’ blight

Nothing new that is not skew
twisted words
‘bout the innocent you slew

Prayer mats rolled
to compass point
as was told
by men of...

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I want to peer through tomorrow’s eyes.
Not a thing already old,
not a yesterday word
only temporarily paroled
from a moribund dictionary.

These words
newly dead now for millenniums.
Words old enough to have echoed from Eve
as she howled
from her guttural heart to a mute moon.

The newborn always come in the...

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On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
 at sheer rock...

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Climbing from the sands, velociraptors turn as one
Triceratops and stegosaurs arise to share the fun
And then they march en masse toward that briny maelstrom
And Adam Adams yells, “They’re heading back where they came from!”

Suddenly, so many ramps stretch down into the sea
Beast by beast our...

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