"lodestone" poems
I am an old soul
with an open heart
to love like that of a child
It is never really hard
Anyway
We're all but children
Trying to sort chaos
In these adult forms
We're just stuck
In the land of not Neverland.
9 to 5 menial jobs
Whether in the night or day
We take whatever luck
That comes in our way
Life is a circus
We ******* know it
Like an elephant in the pedestal
They beat us to it
Your chest houses a lodestone treasure
It strongly attracts
The every atom in my body
That's the least I can measure
We have an affinity
This is some sort of attraction
You
A darling boy
and I am
Just a girl
Let's get out of this world
Together let's fly away
Be my Peter Pan
I'll be your Wendy
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
In the deep of time indigenous tribes
surfaced a red earth with protruding plateaus
and burnt canyons along the Cimarron River.
The ancient Anasazi settled
at the core of this mesa.
Scattered ponderosa pine.
Yet, their sudden demise echoed curiosity.
Navajo sensed a struggle of two infinite worlds,
a quivering inundation.
Circling its haunted ominous shape,
a skull with one eye, the apparition of light
rose into a blue desert sky.
Violent storms crackle hot lightning
strikes in a sulfurous summer-
an oracular hothouse.
Navajo talk of spirits or the gateway
to fire. Heaps of iron and lodestone
lodged in the cap. Only two
brazen, cat totem poles guarding its passage.
Standing among the mesa
to feel the verve of the earth.
A New Mexico sun beats down
burning the drowsed terrain.
To see the legendary shaman glow
in his ephemeral blue nimbus.
Bathed in gaudy turquoise.
Sensing the dark encroachment
of a ghost. Near the bony hills, soared
a turbulent black bird in full flight,
upward.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
i struggle with the tomb.
i come from the moon to alight upon an earthen vase
to pause upon the lip and swoon.
i am no ghost. but through walls, i come.
lugging a throne of tears and thimbles
of blood... my fire, more dark than the hunter's motive.
my life more spark than the sun's design.
complete me, and i will endure the wane hours
and shun all harm... like the one stroke of lightning
in a cup, swollen with angry bees
affixed to a white sheet of ice... I'll descend into You,
like a lodestone on a chain,
to be hoisted up from the fathoms of Loss
to drown in our madness, just because -
like a noise
in a sound.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
There is a cat at my window
I am still
ragdoll in its flooded mouth
arsonist in one sulfur eye
night in a silhouette
shadow without philosophy
syllable of jungle chill
be it alms seeker
spy
or courier
or smoke as a pirouette
all icicle and satin
black iris I see
blood beating its binary
pulsating lodestone
hanging from its ley line
like the lamp of an angler
when the sun is furthermost
and all gods are unbeknown
I am still
still
the cat sits at my window sill
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 4:58 PM UTC
The lost congregate
a lodestone of despair
draws them together
all that could be said
to make things better
sleek shallow lies
dry crumbling mortar
howling chaos beckons
beyond walls of order
at the unhinged door
a legion of wolves
refusing to be tamed
snarling and ripping
at what little remains
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
*Blow, winds, blow
He wanders in and out of dream scapes,
Seeking refuge from the nameless ache,
The burn of a thousand cloudless days.
The tumbleweed of his joy blows in the dunes of neglect,
Vaguely rooted in the sands of discontent.
Blow, winds, blow!
Shift the sand beneath his feet,
Tumble him to the river of rejoice,
Where his seeds can bury deep
In the fertile soil of complete.*
Walk on, Lonely Pilgrim
Would that you would go a spell further,
Fight a round harder, walk a mile longer,
Perhaps you will see the clear waters,
The soaring vistas, the spring flowers.
Sandstorms blind your eyes and sting your throat,
Your music lost into the wind.
Walk on, lonely pilgrim,
Walk on, and meet me
In the green valley,
It's just 'round the bend.
I've a song to play for you!
Welcome Song for the Weary Traveler
With unsure steps, tread the ground,
Gaze out with open eyes.
Cast away all fear and doubt.
Let the music sing your soul!
This river will wash your bedrock,
Polish the rough stones of your longing,
Flow away your worried mind.
When this love-seed settles in the soil of your heart,
Your rose will bloom, in fertile field,
Where nightingale warbles its melodious tune.
Lay down your head upon alfalfa pillow,
Let the music take you high,
Where daffodil dreams and mystic streams
Sing you sweetest lullaby.
Now close your eyes and feel the pull
This song, the lodestone to your heart,
Drawing out your own sweet tune.
Hear gentle clouds that roll on by,
Smell sweet the scented breeze in sky,
Feel the love,
Let go,
Now fly
Lonely Pilgrim Dreams
The lonely pilgrim fell asleep on his pillow of dreams,
As minstrel sung songs that floated on air.
He struggled to wake from his trance like state,
As he found himself deep in the quagmire of regret,
Wondering how he had found himself
Wandering in green valleys,
How he had been so easily lulled to sleep.
He wondered, too, if dreams are ever real,
And what he would see at morning's light.
Minstrel sang on, into the night,
Singing all good things into his heart,
Breathing love into his pillow,
Playing for light,
Playing the tune of her heart strings that night.
She was not sure what song she sang anymore,
But wanted to sing,
And sing some more.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
~for Catherine, the guilty one!~
do not be shocked,
'tis a truth of mine,
after all are you not one of
my ten thousands muses?
our magnetized vulnerability is our lodestone,
of what use is a single field
without a mutual attraction,
a living opposite to attract?
your writ ready and reserved
you need only ask,
some a nouveau Beaujolais,
some deep in the cellar aging well,
but first, need to know,
do you prefer your
apple pie poem
hot or cold,
a la mode?
recall my disclaimer:
anything you have said herein,
can and will be used in a poem,
my muses...
<•>
10:30am
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
with unsure steps, tread the ground
gaze out with open eyes
cast away all fear and doubt
let the music sing your soul
this river will wash your bedrock
polish the rough stones of your longing
flow away your worried mind
when this love-seed settles in the soil of your heart
your rose will bloom, in fertile field
where nightingale warbles its melodious tune
lay down your head upon alfalfa pillow
let the music take you high
where daffodil dreams and mystic streams
sing you sweetest lullaby
now close your eyes and feel the pull
this song the lodestone to your heart
drawing out your own sweet tune
hear gentle clouds that roll on by
smell sweet the scented breeze in sky
feel the love,
let go,
now fly
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 9:03 AM UTC
The Street is pretty empty
Just the locals out tonight
It's New Year's Eve and chilly
Seems this time, that all is right
No drunken revelers on the Street
All the buildings are shut tight
Except the bar and Gianni's place
On the Street, that's just alright
The Blues Man sits out back right now
And he's looking at the moon
No fireworks, or crystal *****
Say the New Year's coming soon
He coughs a bit, a little harsh
Grabs his medcin, and guitar
then he gently starts to playing
Looking at a single star
There's a few folks in Giannis
Watching the ball drop on tv
The bar is full of locals
Where the New Year's shots are free
But out back of Gianni's
The Blues Man sits in peace
Singing gently to the midnight sky
Sitting besides the drums of grease
This year he found his daughter
Memories of years gone by
And he sings tales of their meeting
To the chilly, midnight sky
His daughter is his lodestone
She keeps him grounded, always did
No matter where he ventured
He always loved his missing kid
She's drinking at the bar now
While The Blues Man sits out back
Singing tunes in Winter Darkness
He lets us in...but just a crack
The door behind Gianni's
Is open, just a bit
It's open for the Blues Man
To go get warm and sit
But, for now, he sits here playing
As the New Year ventures in
He sings songs about redemption
And he drinks his medcin
An hour in and locals
Leave Gianni's and the bar
They venture to the alley
Where he's playing to that star
They join him in silence
Hear his prayer for the year new
They are swept up in his magic
And let him do what he must do
He smiles and keeps on singing
Fills the night air with his voice
For no matter how his life is
He only had one choice
He's the Blues Man, always will be
He's the teller of the tales
He sings songs out in the alley
He's the wind in the Street's sails
He finishes his last song
His daughter standing, smiling wide
She gives him a kiss upon his forehead
And she ushers him aside
He'll wake up again tomorrow
In the alley, cold but free
That's the life of The Street Blues Man
And that's the way ...that it should be.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
this lodestone pulling ever closer
a field without vision, or clarity
attraction for good or evil
to make your own fate
travel your own path
but this lodestone
is forever following, keeping pace
even when you seem to have lost it
even when you change and speed up
this energy will never leave
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Tombstone a home for some.
A holster
gun
some ammunition.
Rob the bank bring to fruition
history
more ammunition.
Up on boothill
down at heel
how can you feel so cool?
Earp's no fool he'll shoot and hit
then spit
as death chews on your bones
More empty homes in
Tombstone.
A lodestone
a rhinestone
everybody's got a bone
to pick.
Another hick ambles into town
gunned down
blown away
a tombstone day
not much I can say
about that.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
I'm a lodestone for misadventure.
These soles are worn thin by the miles.
This soul is wearing thin from the guiles.
These porcelain faces and mannequin smiles.
A game of taunting and jeering.
Who's to say, winner, loser?
Who's to tell you how far you have come?
Maybe not better than all, but better than some.
Grey areas, gray matter, I'm not dumb.
This is a story, it has just begun.
I've got it figured out, but I don't.
Contemplation, thoughts.
Nostalgia and doubts.
I've got it all figured out, but I don't.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 2:54 AM UTC
...There is no element, in existence,
equal, to me,
with the force,
and polarity, of you.
Take me...take me, further in.
I will not,
I could not...ever, resist you.
My will, is hammered carbon;
yet, this contract, of the soul...
it is ironclad.
Draw me,
into the tensity,
of your unbroken field.
Does your ghost, hover
like magnetite,
at the northernmost point,
of its own compass needle?
Does your shadow, dwell
in its arrowhead shape?
Does your heart, steel,
its directional pull?
I cannot pass you by,
but to be drawn,
into the divine gravity,
of your embrace.
Sweet...so sweetly,
do you hold fast, to me.
My lips, shudder,
tremulous,
with an irrepressible urge
to glue themselves
to the nectarine sweetness,
of sunbaked flesh.
Take me...take me, further in.
Leech me, of resistance.
Break me, of my defenses.
Shatter this separation,
that pulses fiercely, between us,
and pin me, to the core, of you.
Keep me, always...
yours, alone;
yours forever...
and worlds, may end,
castles, may rubble.
Entire civilizations,
may fall, to ancient ash,
Before these lips,
could ever dream,
of leaving, you.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
**I have found what was lost in times past and beyond
this present earthly mantle,
But with chagrin was too late, gesture two fingers at fate
pray God, I find love once again,
Once clandestine, I gave my heart
knowing it was yours from conception,
From the dawning of time, it belonged to you
part of a plan in Gods Master Creation,
For the attraction I feel, as a lodestone to steel
am one planet revolving the Sun.**
... ... ...
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 5:09 AM UTC
Above us is the Celestial Lodestone,
the universal point of spiritual reference.
As a stalwart of magnetic attraction,
He constantly draws men unto Himself.
Dynamic in nature and unchanging in purpose,
His principles are adaptable for all situations.
The foundation of His Word is solid;
His Truth is filled with plenty of promise.
Raise your eyes! Look up!
He is always ready to be found;
allow His brightness to pierce the darkness
and emptiness of our earthly souls.
Jehovah desires to provide us with direction, so that…
We may reach His ultimate standard of perfection.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2010, All rights reserved.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
a day flies by and whiles away
drawing lies and smiles alike
like filings to the lodestone
babies' cries flay the sky
sunlight bright in my right eye
shining in dulcimer tone
in this park no broken tiles
just mild breezes, soft sighs, and ample time
to delight in Spring coming into its own
a wild-eyed man asks why we try
and rightly plies for answers nigh
and questions what we think is known
and waits impatient as we fry
in blind stupor as our minds belie
that we might in fact be all alone
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Perfect as you are.
Your love radiates from afar.
No matter the distance, you'll be my subsistence.
I'll take you exactly as you are.
That smile on your face.
To how you always win your race.
To see life from your eyes, I'd be in for a surprise.
How you always manage to empathize, leaves me so warm inside.
A love so whole, it'll fill your soul.
I'll take you exactly as you are.
Perfection in imperfection.
The recipient of my affection.
You drive me wild, just the way you are.
To a future unknown.
We could build a home.
Or be in a state of perpetual free roam.
We'll never be alone.
Like a lighthouse at sea, calling to me.
For we are each others lodestone.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
The icicles dance in my glass
the sun’s as low as the eyelash in your gaze
- almost set -
and I feel that stare in my bones
from my temple to my tibia
You’d like to take a peak behind this aura
and see if the body it houses is one you’d hold dear
Open these walls,
what appears?
Because I’m hoping you find a kindred spirit
I’m hoping you see I'm down to earth,
reach beneath my surface,
pick up a lodestone and find yourself magnetized
pick up a grin, borrow it on days that you need one.
But most of all I’m hoping you pick me up like a habit
And I promise I can take you places envied by your dreams.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
I am a girl,
A top model girl.
The kind you should see in movies,
the kind that coax your smile with their hearts.
Strong hips guide my strut, swaying
[there is power here] into drifting eyes.
Large feet stamp my impression in the ground,
saying [I am here. Look at me.]
My hands were not built for the piano;
rather I was formed to hold the sun in my palms.
A nose too shapely to be a Greek statue stands proud,
a lodestone that breathes in [you are your own].
Eyes carved but not taught to sit still
turn me from a pretty picture to an adventure.
The hair on my body doesn’t grow over my scars
but they form their own art of doggedness.
And when I smile my knife of a smile
that can break or make with a single glance,
my skin shines bright in the sun
that I’ve caught in my grasp, and I am
so beautiful, I am everything I ever wanted to be:
my own hero, something every top model girl,
every girl in the world, should be.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
To a New Odinsman
I can tell who you are
You radiate
Burning desire, confusion
So much like my own
Seeking one who defies being found,
Walking the long road.
It will stay that way, you know
The desire, the yearning
Will never end.
But this should not keep you from walking.
Sometimes you'll be in the company of others,
But mostly you'll know
What loneliness means.
Along the way, somewhere
You will meet pain
And learn to make it your companion.
When the road closes in on you,
Leaving no leeway,
When it loses itself in the wild
And you ***** through the thicket,
Close your eyes
Your love is your lodestone.
You will always feel Him
Just out of your reach.
Because He is nowhere
He is everywhere,
His absence his presence.
Don't ask me for directions
I, too, am a wanderer
Lost someplace else.
I cannot tell you
When or if the road will end
But I can also tell you
That you already
Have arrived.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Before sleep, I hear their ghosts
Across the dark, as the air blues
Into the cold hour
Up there beneath Orion
They trace a glint of water
Locked to the lodestone of their fragile skulls
Their winter mother calling them home
Crying Mersey, Mersey
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
you are made of many girls,
all longing to be lighter,
softer, sweeter, less hurt,
less intense, not
a burden to bear.
your kiss scalds with the promise
of forevers. you swore your allegiance
to boys who were unsure of you,
left them dizzied & breathless,
yearning for the empty space
you once filled,
the missing lodestone,
left them lost.
you struggled ceaselessly through the fire,
rubbed salt in your own wounds.
i can still trace the story of your suffering
in scar tissue sewn across wrists.
but you need never apologize.
the wildfires burning in your wake
may have scorched & singed your skin,
but you are not yet scattered ashes.
do not say ‘I’m sorry’ for survival.
your brain is a battleground,
marred with years of misuse,
but you need never apologize for what you are.
when they ask about your flaws, tell them
what it took to get from then to now.
tell them you are lionhearted.
remember, you are a cosmic body.
your bones are made of starstuff
& when you breathe in,
welcome the universe
filling your lungs.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Lodestone, lovesouls, the boundaries of my blue blooded lover
Gentle mother with a fresh razor cut, do you know how much you hurt me?
Chocolate and candy on the table of the mental ward, mental ************
Figuring out what works, our ways, our quarks, or muons and gluons
Milk chocolate dissolving on your tongue, not bitten, forbidden, bitte fraulein
Gloria, gloria, shalom, assalamu alaikum, hands out, shake 'em
Pull the sword from the stone, water matters, patterns carved in bone
Love is lone, dove, rain from above, mud, life is not crud, maybe
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC