Best Navigator Poems


Navigator

You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands

Premium Member Chihuahua Rides As Navigator

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                                       Everywhere I go
                               My Chihuahua rides with me
                              In his McDonald's coffee cup
                               Right next to me on the seat

The Nocturnal Navigator

While fairly close to half asleep
    I sensed a pounce and then a leap.
    There was the very slightest trace
    Of whiskers brushing near my face. 

    I heard a glass begin to totter
    A glass half full of cool tap water.
    Papers rustled, pill holders clicked
    That nothing fell was quite a trick.

    The creator of this minor stir
    Erupted with a thunderous purr.
    My nightstand now became the place
    For a cat who stalks with endless grace..


A Ride With the Navigator

As I travelled across the night sky
by means of an arrowhead-shaped ship
that used free energy; present across every
moon and star,
I noticed that there was no other soul
in the crew’s deck and pilot’s cockpit

‘‘Can I be in a gigantic kind of drone
of some sort?’’ I asked myself as the vehicle
increased its speed to almost that of lightning;
faster than a bullet from a stun gun.

At the right corner of the ship,
I could see different types of strange-
looking alien life from other solar
systems and distant galaxies in glass enclosing,
which looked well cared for, though there
was no sign of soul doing these things

Though I couldn’t see any signs of fans
or ventilators, oxygen was in good supply
all around me, with a slight sensation
of mint in my respiratory system ,
which quickly took my flu away
strangely enough!

The floor looked like glass mixed with silver
and a hard, glossy material that might take a while
to be discovered

While inside the spaceship,
you could see the external environment
clearly, though the people outside
would only see a silvery craft,
just like I did before telepathic voices
instructed me to get inside where I was then

The external environment I could see at the moment
was out-of-place experience where palace-like dwellings
levitated in midair, strange humanoids flew around using
their wings, flower gardens floated in the air, and five moons
of different colors competed to glow in unique beauty

………still I was waiting to hear about my special mission 
on Earth, our mother planet, from beings of the fifth dimension,
who had instructed the ship to search for me (why me?!!)

Premium Member The Salty Navigator

They are steered like rudders on ships
Their port lies between my two lips
My day is a drag
Lest my mouth snags a bag
Of Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips

The Chief Navigator

She received her ribald advice 
From the raucous old woman
Whose demurred ramble
Erased memories of yesterday

Her stained chastity
Perplexed by trivialities
Signified condoned fury
And anguished conviction

Those dancing assistants
Animated by sexual feats
Danced to the mad hula…
Trampling on human sacrifice

She studied the basic swells
Which seemed to secure the heavens
Shining like those fine stars of joy
Deployed to replenish her agony

Then as if pierced by scream of women
She leaped from the land of empty dreams
And unaccomplished limits
Into the rank of commoners

Those echoes of home
Initiated wild gyrations
Which besieged his intelligence…
Arrested procedures of departure

Hallowed ancient custom
Suffused with delight
Levied a surging impulse
On the chief navigator.


A Tribute To the Greatest Navigator

One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land  filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage, 
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies, 
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!

Premium Member I Stand By My Love

I  stand by my love forever 
In stormy and gloomy weather 
I shall be your navigator
In times of persecution and betrayal
I shall be the even handed judge 
When vicissitudes of life
Strike and destabilise your emotions 
I shall be the shoulder you cry on 
When providence knocks and lifts you up
I shall be that smile of gratitude 
That will dissipate years of
Anxiety and tribulations 
I stand by my love forever

Excavator Gave Him Navigator

That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…

But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil  
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face: 
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.

From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…

Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…

The Unthinkable

Some topics closed for the debater,
Not only 'Divine', 'Incubator;
For good eggs their silly layers can't hatch
For the premature babies to life catch!

Some issues defy a debater:
Whether a ship needs Navigator,
Crocodile-like the Alligator;
Terrorists like a Terminator...

To some arguments just say "later":
A waste of time writing a letter,
With the sun's heat rays farm soil wetter,
Without drugs the nursed sick much better.

According By My Navigator

According by my navigator -
I'm in the tundra- close to the Northern Pole.
But, why  giraffes everywhere and alligators,
I do not comprehend it at all?

Navigator of Seas and Life

Navigate,
navigator...!
No sea
is done so remote
that your boat
don't reach ...!
Search
at sea to
your pleasure
in the word
Ship...
and at sea to
your cure is
in the word
salt...
Every navigator
must duel
with the tempest
from the sea when
navigate,
and the chains
of life
When
rests,
of the deal ...!

Navigator

Many accept things just as are,
Where so fate ferries, there they are.

They look for boat nor yet for oar,
But search for a navigator.

Their life seem Arundhati* star—
In a star string Ursa Major,

Too faint to spot, farther than far,
They try all life with it to spar. 

Holding ego’s little finger,
They lose, false promises when mar.

Believe me: you’ll stay as my star,
Long as our life’s journey goes far.

My trust not as much in a star
As in you, O my life’s Poll Star!
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* Ursa Major is a constellation in the Northern hemisphere. It circles around the Poll Star and has seven stars representing seven sages. One of which is Vasishtha. Very close to it is a faint star representing his wife Arundhati. As is an old belief, if one can spot it with unaided eye, his eyesight is considered good. 
 
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The Novice Navigator

Only in August        moon boundaries
                   rise                  high above the 
                                                     pride  of lions ,
                                               out on the dusty
                                                          veld,they turn their
                                       heavy heads
                                              toward 
                                                  southern  stars ,
                                                   Alarmed,
                                                                     the novice navigator
                                                              reads
                                                                          his runes again,
                                               hunched low
                                           under
                           the barren crags 
       at dawn he steels himself
                                                             against 
                                                       the 
                                                         summer rain,
                                                   Thunder rolls
                                                            along 
                                                                        his weary spine
                                                                                          as he defines 
                                                                          his journey's
                                                                     end.
                                     Blossoms burst
                                         and 
                                twist up to the moon
                               thirsting for the rain
                           that ends so soon

                                        and as we all must
                                  struggle through the day,
                                      the novice 
                                     navigator
                                                 finds his way.

Navigator of Me

I notice the waves, the tides
             of the lulls, the sargasso,
             I live the sea in me ... I suffer
              from navigated waters,
              of the sunken loves ...
              I am aware of seas of the universe,
               all infinite oceans,
              I sailed and still sail,
              not for being a sailor
               intrepid ... but for being
               castaway still alive ...

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