Best Lodestone Poems

Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer...

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One leaf falls
holographic illusion
across time the Terminator travels
to shape Sarah Connors' destiny.
Heart attack
a common enough destiny
as common as young men discussing girls' ****.
The Constitution
is the...

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deep in thoughts
are memories of you
lodestone of dreams
that waft on by
like a log in river
tossed about
spiraling
in and out
of current
wandering
through the deep
dark depths
of the a journey
unknown
only...

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I was born of the Eternal Flame,
forged in the Fires of Divine Will;
I was weaned in the fields of gore,
learnt to walk on the odes...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening,...

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Her alluring abilities are what most draw them in.  A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Helena risks both mind and body in pursuit of Demetrius, through...

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The press was driving Humpty Dumpty mad,
thinking about the bad fake news.
He'd debated whether to venture into the press room
and finally decided, to walk ...

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He speaks of the weather, of family and friends...
anything to fill the spaces, and I wear his
words like my favorite sweater-
but not all spaces need...

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"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold
no fire can never warn me, I know that is poetry."
— Emily Dickinson



When...

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(alternately titled ringleader Harris hooligan,
Hence, any resemblance 
     between characters port
rayed, and living persons 
     purely coincidental.)

Claim...

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LOST



When she is away
My bubble of life will sink
And move but heavily in the sea’s sway,
Her return an eternity’s blink,
My sphere all but lost.


Horned-helmeted Norsemen...

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Here we lay etched upon the grass
The sun rained down in broken rays
Seared to smudges, fried-onion brass
The colour that will haunt our days

Here we stood...

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Briars scrape my flailing hand,
a fly drones overhead.
Prickly hedges drip with beads of squashed black fruit
basking in a sticky sun-lit mist.
Down this quaint unearthly country...

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The earliest record of magnets was in 600BC when Greek philosopher Thales of Miletus used the term ‘lodestone’, which refers to a naturally occurring magnet....

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