Gps Poems - Poems about Gps

Hear me out please, Lord, for to you I do pray. I’ve lost my direction lately, will you point the way? I’m trying to redirect myself as you asked me to. Now I need your help, I am counting on you. Should I sit here and wait for you, I don’t have a clue. I...

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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 is pre-programmed, so it appears, to always take me via ‘scenic,’ perhaps he’s...

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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 ayn.. Sain.Me twaday Crime King da Abu.. Talat.IG akhya munday nu...

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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 it, chuckles as dawn speaks and sunrise glints at a trustful...

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Arguing with GPS. Pernicious words, hatred spewed in impotent rage against the female voice telling me to turn left at the first roundabout “Shut up, silly cow, I know this road better than you.” “You never follow my instruction is it because I`m a woman?” “No dear, it is because I know the roads around here better than...

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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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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 TIME OR THAT SEASON.? THEY ARRIVE EVERY YEAR. ON THE VERY SAME...

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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 in war-torn countries, or those raised in urban ghettos never have a chance...

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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 will say. After all it is my Global Positioning System…I am...

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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 destination”. what the heck! I don’t want to be here....

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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 her. Other times the mission should have been aborted in the...

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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 the sea have sung in recent times to lure those lost at...

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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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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 a GPS to help us when we're lost or off...

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

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