Long Navigation Poems
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Each moment is new,
never before known,
as embarked navigation.
Situational atmosphere mixes in.
Sifts into a branded new creation.
We haven't the experience to know
what can be.
A wonderful incident is possibility.
A mystery within an altruistic recipe.
Young in-deed is our existening.
What is of yet, glistening.
Does Righteousness shapeshift
and hold secrets beyond our comprehension?
God's hands dew excavate into the Cosmic Sands,
and shift upon
Moments
Polarity?
Terraforming the Word to defy
our expectation?
Beckoning at a Vantage-Point,-
Clarion Station,- beyond
all Clarity?
Master's Plan, blinking, winking,
as His Will courses through the pulse of Eternity.
Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods
stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS,
or Lou Gehrig's disease)
in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,
rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,
marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,
garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,
cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
linkedin, hitched, drafted
to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)
endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight
encompassing, revolutionizing,
and jaw-dropping, revelations
with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully
mental limitless groundswell
fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
(infinitesimal nook and cranny) force *****
lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
(or a minuscule approximate near
facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
though processes affixed
with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
The strength of a woman should not be taken for granted
Nor should it be misunderstood
It is not that she can't, for she has proven she could
The woman is uplifted by the compliments spoken
Yet torn from deceit of her heart being broken
The hurt of a woman lies within, hides within, cries within
Her smile comforts her pain
As she chose never to run away from the rain
From your stupidity, you try your best to bring her down
And now her uncertainty is shown through a frown
Shake it off, are you serious? Don't ever stoop that low
Of allowing that man control of removing your smile and glow
The strength of a woman is revealed from one who fell down
Was pushed down, knocked down, yet did not stay down
Now she began to look up, get up, climb up, stand up, and stay up
The strength of a woman, don't try to understand
Just know the power of a woman cannot be taken by man
Her future holds many possibilities that are fitted like a cap
She knows her destination without a navigation system or map
She is now the astronaut, the lawyer, the CEO and the cook
Her life is observed by many for she has written her own book
The strength of a woman to push out a life and pull a heavy load
Are some of the many stories of her journey to be told
Who is this woman that she can choose
To pick from her closet different types of shoes
Yes, 3 inch heels, they hold it all
All the weight and burdens she carries when she stands tall
Through persistence, perseverance and determination
She was able to overcome, the outcome, with little income
Which shows just how she has BECOME the woman of strength
In a world of chaos and confusion, discombobulation reigns,
Thoughts tangled like a web, where clarity wanes.
Lost in a maze of jumbled thoughts and emotions,
Seeking peace amidst the disarray and commotions.
But amidst the discombobulation, a glimmer of hope appears,
A chance to untangle the knots and conquer the fears.
Through introspection and a steady mind's navigation,
Finding peace in the midst of this discombobulation.
So let us embrace the disarray, for it holds a hidden key,
To unlock the potential within, to set our spirits free.
In the dance of chaos and order, we find our way,
To a place of understanding, where discombobulation may sway.
ON SECOND THOUGHT
(An Allegorical Summation)
Who would have wondered and ever thought
That Alexander Pope would be as relevant today
As he was in those treacherous times when he penned
Those keloid words: To err is human, to forgive divine:-
Wow, must we here in these treacherous times of today,
Have forgiveness for chosen, known, and erred realities,
Made by those establishing how they feel, and enforcing
How our lives should be? Guide us in the right way, God:-
In your guidance, Father, guide us in the forgiveness of self,
For succumbing to the syndrome manner, we let our oppressors
Psychologically inflict upon us, in its mental illness way, captivity;
Virally, causing us to destroy ourselves in a most pandemic way:-
With divine wisdom and guidance, let us now be as we ought:
One, with our eyes forever together, on God’s navigation;
One, in our sojourning oneness towards total liberation;
One indeed, in and of onederful service to one another:-
Indeed, to “err is human…[and]…to forgive…” is divine rendering;
And let us ever be aware that reconciliation precedes liberation:-
Thus, let us not wallow in sorrow; let us be in divine awareness
Of us becoming, in the onederful onement, of peace, and love:-
Nature is the first word that I recall,
As I gaze upon the bay, tall trees in view,
Deer and fawn wandering in my neighborhood small,
Yearning to embrace them, capture a selfie or two.
Nature is serene, tranquil in its embrace,
Providing solace to restless human minds,
Though hurricanes and twisters may cause a chase,
Tumbleweeds disguised, rolling as it unwinds.
Nocturnal realm, the next thought in my mind,
Moon's gentle glow, stars twinkling above,
Ghosts and goblins may roam, but we find,
Sweet treats on Halloween, spreading joy and love.
Navigation, a challenge in history's past,
Seafarers braved the unknown, circling the earth,
Discovering new lands, connecting lands vast,
Uniting us all, despite our different birth.
I am scared, and I have never been scared in my life. We lost our radio, radar, and other electronic navigation gear when we came through the Bermuda Triangle. One of the old salts aboard this rusty gray bucket of bolts they call a tramp steamer said, we must have offended King Neptune. It is a known fact that the ship cheated Davy Jones' Locker three times when it was running convoys during WWII.
Where the storm came from, no one knows! Thirty-foot waves of blue-green foamy water are breaking over the bow flooding the main deck and throwing a salty mist spray over the bridge. The off-duty watch are confined to their racks for safety while the ship bobs and rolls like a roller coaster in the trough of the waves. Many lie there and pray as they listen to the moans and groans of the ship-expansion joints as the ship twist from side to side. Some of the sounds, sound human and I'm not so sure that they're not. I felt as if someone was calling me to come and join them in the briny deep.
By: Poet Sonny Roper
lacking gallantry
heave round in Satan's abyss
death clock off duty
By Poet
8/17/2021
My life is a boat
Details obscured
In dark waters
Language too complicated to wrap your head around
Calculations made to sail away
From any conversation
My words are the hull of this ship
My brain the captain
Keeping me afloat
Until I sink
The metal bowels break
Plunging me into the depths below
My mind is still not understood
By me or my therapist
I do mental gymnastics
Trying to center my navigational system
Blessed are the ones
Who can comprehend why they are upset
Who has the power of Jesus to calm their inner storms
When I feel the winds starting to pull my sails in another direction,
I cry
When I cry,
Tears run over the deck
Making it too slippery and unstable to stand on
I can't take down the sails
And anchor myself
My head is barely above water
I'm treading emptiness while I believe I'm swimming
My boat is sinking
The strength of a woman should not be taken for granted
Nor should it be misunderstood
It is not that she can't, for she has proven she could
The woman is uplifted by the compliments spoken
Yet torn from deceit of her heart being broken
The hurt of a woman lies within, hides within, cries within
Her smile comforts her pain
As she chose never to run away from the rain
From your stupidity, you try your best to bring her down
And now her uncertainty is shown through a frown
Shake it off, are you serious? Don't ever stoop that low
Of allowing that man control of removing your smile and glow
The strength of a woman is revealed from one who fell down
Was pushed down, knocked down, yet did not stay down
Now she began to look up, get up, climb up, stand up, and stay up
The strength of a woman, don't try to understand
Just know the power of a woman cannot be taken by man
Her future holds many possibilities that are fitted like a cap
She knows her destination without a navigation system or map
She is now the astronaut, the lawyer, the CEO and the cook
Her life is observed by many for she has written her own book
The strength of a woman to push out a life and pull a heavy load
Are some of the many stories of her journey to be told
Who is this woman that she can choose
To pick from her closet different types of shoes
Yes, 3 inch heels, they hold it all
All the weight and burdens she carries when she stands tall
Through persistence, perseverance and determination
She was able to overcome, the outcome, with little income
Which shows just how she has BECOME the woman of strength
I spied a ship and descried the flag it flew.
It was nothing like the flags I had seen before.
It was red and blue, with white circles and yellow stars
The highlights of white and yellow stood out
like stars at night, and town lights bright.
The red like the color of the dawn and dusk.
The blue the color of the deep blue ocean.
It was clearly the flag of a sea faring nation.
As the ship got closer, you could clearly see its details.
It was a large primitive Polynesian outrigger voyager vessel,
a ghost ship as no one appeared to be aboard.
Where it had come from, the fate of its crew a mystery?
But the vessel sure knew how to sail
and knew where it was headed
as it sailed fast and free,
passed our sailing boat 'Snail'
on a true heading for a spot on the horizon.
For many years the Polynesian voyagers were decried as flotsam and jetsom.
How could these primitive people navigate through the vast open ocean
between tiny islands, pin-prick dotted in oceans of space?
It was assumed they migrated and populated the far flung oceans randomly and haphazardly
via their fishing trips and day trips being blown off course.
But research has descried their skill and fabulous knowledge of navigation.
Each island has a gild of navigators.
They use songs and stories to memorize navigation methods:
including the movement of the stars, wave patterns around island,
local currents, clouds, weather and bird behavior.
Polynesian navigators used the rise and setting of particular set stars on the horizon to set a heading.
They had wooden instruments, string and fiber maps of wave patterns and star movements to guide their way.
They skillfully know when they were near tiny islands
from the change in the wave patterns, currents
and their vast knowledge of birds and wildlife.
So don't be quick to decry Polynesian navigation.
Instead, descry its beauty, simplicity, nouse, proficiency and elegance.