Best Navigating Poems

Life has many highways,                                         ...

Continue reading...

Hurdled is life’s highway to every milestone:
Detours, traffic woes~ impediments to goal,
Perturbing in hindrances that endlessly groan 
Searching exit ramp to soothe anguished soul.

Though memories of yore, of pain bemoan, 
Benevolence of today vows to mold morrow,
Prodding fate of future~ opaque, unknown,
Defying grievous intents in...

Continue reading...

My boat glides,
upon silvery waters, 
to the distant shore 
and below the depths, 
there are no limits or borders; 
I won’t allow them in my dreams.

When I dream, 
images glide 
with no frames or borders; 
across my dreamtime waters.
I know what hides in those depths...

Continue reading...

Where do you want to be,
Right here right now, today,
What do you choose to see,
Are you afraid to say,
When will you take the chance,
To take your bow, dance,
Among with the wannabe’s
Or the unjust who seek peace
Maybe to the lost and found,
Where nothingness abounds,
Go to find...

Continue reading...

School Rules: signed permission to stay after for the game.
Jake sits on the stairs a'wond'ring if he'll take the blame.
You see Jake had no note, and because he made no fuss,
I sent this kindergartner home alone on the bus.

Mom with her boyfriend live upstairs at...

Continue reading...

Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding

chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)

at...

Continue reading...

Just what are these things inside?
Dear muse can you tell me?
Where am I being led ..
on this new ride?

I thought I could feel before,
But it wasn’t true,
Not as compared to now,
while opens this new door.

I wish I had the talent
of  few poets I know,
to...

Continue reading...

her hope
slipping like bare tires
on wet roadways

she can't navigate
through the curves
of this crazy life

she's spinning
out of control
an emotional wreck
unable to break free

she is somber
like these winter days
raining down on her

her tears
gather together
in a stream of pain
as muddied as the puddles
on these roads
she travels
alone...

Continue reading...

Lush, mossy greens cling to rock mountains 
looming at shore edges like guarding towers
blotting out the sun beyond them.

The boat I ride navigate around this landscape
not really looking for a hideaway from life
nor to let the gloom beneath  consume me.

There is no wind shrieking...

Continue reading...

Navigating Through Life’s High Way

                       Truth, honesty, diligence, discipline
              ...

Continue reading...

"And though scars are the roadmap of my life, 
I drink from the deep blue cup of sky."

                           ...

Continue reading...

Across the wandering life’s changing dynamic landscape, 
the tortuous highway through the undulating topography
winded with the wheel of time to hazy future taking shape,
I was to traverse following the unseen footprints of destiny.

Many streams in spate I had swam across in somber squall,
buds of nascent...

Continue reading...

In life’s highway of God’s direction
I’m wondrously ushered while driving
midst wondrous twists and turns
maneuvered by the Almighty
designed with sovereign plan
toward triumphant fulfillment
my heart earnestly thanks for...

First, I was welcomed to babyhood 
beaming with radiant hope
that commences journey*
marked by prayerful starting point 
since my parents readied...

Continue reading...

Birth
The respiratory process has begun.
There are numerous contests to be won.
Off to elementary school we go to gain knowledge.
A degree is earned after we graduate from college.
We find either a husband or wife.
If we are lucky, he or she stays for life.
That better half had...

Continue reading...

If there were a diagram of my life's journey,
it would begin in The Southern United States;
and crossing the mighty Mississippi River,
proceed North and slightly East for about 600
miles.

After some 5 years, it would then point further
North but slightly west for about 100 miles.
One year later,...

Continue reading...