Best Gps Poems

GPS a heavenly perspective.

Have you ever needed help, or guidance in life?
It's when we are lost on the road that we finally realize
That, we cannot manage without help so we ask for directions
It's up to us to follow them, without asking too many questions.

We use...

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I stand in a corner
with a flickering soul
reminiscent of a sentinel 
standing apt in a full armor suit,
now rusting at the seams,
Like an abandoned lighthouse
on a deserted isle
with a whirling glowing eye
scouring the choppy water
for the lost souls
amid gathering fog
and a foreboding storm.

No sirens of...

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GPS and I have a covert relationship. She is my operative, I am her mission.
She seeks to get me places I am supposed to be, and she often does a great job.
At these times I am her minion, happily following her, 
but forgetting to praise...

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I can’t find my way, not from bottom or top
          No sense of direction, a real traffic flop
Technology tries
Yet still, it defies
For me, GPS means, Give up Please and Stop...

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in 
twenty 
twenty
they implanted 
the first GPS
into a human brain
to point out the way

on the way
it
got confused
and burnt out
before 
the warranty
was up...

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A sultry voice gave directions.
Wrong turn, then came the corrections.
A panic attack –
Screams came from the back.
“We're lost; where are the connections?”

©October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen...

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*Image of Global Positioning System by Rankr.

All Roads Led to Hell, Until GPS

An attempted refolded map resolved itself against a ruffled sort,
the championed driver -- not of cars,
GPS constants a dashboard as a storm flit to nonexistence,
ado about the guy at the wheel flits with...

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There was no knocking,
a scared, shaking visitor...
lost dog needing help....

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How we love our Global Positioning System for getting us to a place…and back
but what are we to do…when our GPS attacks?

First of all let me come clean…I admit with my GPS…sometimes I like to play
I’ll miss a turn on purpose…just to see what she...

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Talat.Apni soti menu day..
Sain.Tun bund vich leni ay??
Talat.Aho bund vich leni ay..
Sain.Bara wada ganda ayn..
Talat.Aho me pen yak policeya..
Sain.Powder day jurm vich kini
dair jail katti ce??
Talat.Wawa dair andar rya wan..
Sain.Tun punjab police de shaan..
Talat.Apni bhesaki menu day..
Sain.Tun oday vich tracker lana ay..
Talat.Tun bara chalak hoshyar...

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THERE ARE MANY THINGS
I'D SURE LIKE TO KNOW.
BECAUSE CURIOSITY 
CONTINUALLY GROWS

DO MIGRATING BIRDS
HAVE GPS ?
OR IS THEIR SENSE 
OF DIRECTION SIMPLY THE BEST.

INTUITION OR INSTINCT
HOW DO THEY KNOW.?
OF ALL THE DIRECTIONS
WHICH WAY TO GO?

MIGRATION TAKES PLACE
WE KNOW THERE'S A REASON.
BUT HOW CAN THEY TELL 
IT'S...

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Some have Siri, 
others have Alexa;
but my GPS 
I call it Robert;
for it seems to always
take the road less travelled by.
I see the highway on its little screen;
while I meander 
down some potholed lane
that somehow seemed to 
have the better claim on Robert.
I swear I typed in ‘fastest.’
but Robert...

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Isn’t it peculiar that the doctor slaps your bottom
and you scream and holler ‘bout such rude behavior,
then some dude in robes and cloaks
dunks your head and soaks and soaks
‘till you breathe a gulp of water for the savior.

If I’m like the rest, we were wrestled...

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“turn right after the bend” said Lea from the GPS
that was easy to follow, I like this devise
“one mile ahead turn right onto ocean view drive”
I wish I had this years ago
“next right is gull’s landing, go ¼ mile to the end”
“you have reach your...

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I’m recalling how
intelligent my father
became, as he grew 
older; things he said
one day just seemed
to make sense to me.
And when he was
really old, he told
me: “Son, don’t ever
get old...” then he
smiled, and began
a new journey some
day I will follow.

Of course, old is
different for everyone:
many born...

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