Nav Poems | Examples

AFTER THE PARTY

AFTER THE PARTY

We had a wild beach party, 
Far into the night.
The beer was flowing freely,
Then, as it was getting light,
I found an old wine bottle,
Half buried in the sand.
And in it was a message,
Penned in a shaking hand,
“I’m marooned on a tropical island
At the following address.
Please someone come and rescue me.
From a lady in distress.”

Being rather worse for wear,
My brain in a bit of a mess,
I went and hired a rowing boat
And set off for the address.
It took me all of three weeks
To reach my destination.
(It’s hard without a sat-nav,
To pin-point the location.)
And there she stood, wearing fig-leaves
And nothing else at all.
I rescued her and rowed back home.
Now I can’t wait for the fall.

Away

Amidst the bad times, it's still alright, 
Lasting memories makes everything light. 
Sealed mind and heart not everyone can have, 
Gone to the city, into the cloud has nav. 

Reflection in the mirror, not clear as it seems, 
Looks like a dream realizing it's a gleam. 
Waiting to shine again, sadly still the same. 
Tried to reach for it but can't recall the name. 

Walked down the street but cannot find, 
Flower that blooms that's one of a kind
Like cotton and clouds in the deep blue sky
Feelings will last but please don't deny.

The Influencer

Crazy dreams cryptic holidays 
Living floating above
It's a carpet or a rug

Living to forge forgetting to follow
But look in the streets
Love is still a companion
 
How do you find 
Something you don't seek

Alice was a killer and as stoned as a pillar
I saw her I's right in the nav of her middle
Back with Jack
Follow the leaders but don't forget 
To jump off the path

Where can we go 
We all get 2 feet
Don't forget the influence er 
Armed with a bat
Take it personal 
Be the decision army

They say poets can be whiners
They say challenge doesn't turn panic into a disaster

There were bands I grew up with that I will cherish forever
But it was the love of nature 
Always be the biggest thing to me

Never ask why
I is likened to asking someone to love you
I saw you in a basket full of dreams
They say don't do it 
I say that's a good reason to

Forget to guard your heart
Make it a sport 
Count the alpha-bet back to worlds
You own by rights 
You are the only one
You still hit zero before once in a lifetime

Make it a habit
Change their opinion
Or at least
Follow the rabbit

Written Instructions

It's eight o'clock on a monday morning,
I'm wrestling with a tissue box - it a mystery,
the guys who make these must have macabre humour,
no machine, standing, grinning, funny hat, easy to her.

My wife knows how to open, must be from a former life,
if it's difficult, it must be the Chinese, trouble and strife;
a flat-pack arrives at the door, oh no - not that again,
anyway it's done but wife says: 'shelves not right,' pain.

Upstairs is assembling a bed - from eight o'clock in morning,
until afternoon, when they disassemble - the same, boring;
the shaving foam button is stiff - there should be no fuss,
the wife looks, I press firmly and it then covers both of us.

Don't use the sat-nav if you're taking a trip to heaven, well 
because there's an outside chance you may end up in hell.

Sans Sat-Nav

How to get to Forgiveness? Well, it starts out in Blame.

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells

    Jingle bells, Jingle bells,
    Which way did Santa go?
    I have not seen his sleigh tonight
    Is he lost in mist and snow?

    I have not heard his reindeer,
    The chimney has been cleaned,
    There’s mince pies in the fireplace
    For Covid was he screened?

    We have left an Argos voucher
    To buy a brand new sleigh
    And Rudolph’s got a Sat Nav
    To help him on his way.

    Jingle bells, Jingle bells
    Which way did Santa go
    Will he be here tonight,
    Does anybody know?

    Barry Stebbings
    Dec. 2022

Never Ask Why I Cry

It's all too late, now words have been said
Your texts have been a thousand times read

I believed all the lies that I was being fed
I'm all alone now, that's how I’ve been left

You left me mixed signals for my rejection
There's no life sat nav, to keep my direction

It’s bringing me down 
In my tears I drown

Never ask
Never ask why
Never ask why I cry

There’s no point in asking for more words to be said
All of your texts are now deleted and dead

I’m now curled up, laying in my bed
My hearts been stolen, I’m a victim of theft

Your mixed signals gave false perceptions
There’s no magic pill to fill my rejection

It’s bringing me down 
In my tears I drown

Never ask
Never ask why
Never ask why I cry

May the Grace of New Heaven Rise

Bring peace to God eye
Power of heart at will
Helped beyond our hills
Further than our thoughts
Made us think a lot
Centre of thee
Walking free
Find the answer
In which you wonder
God hearts of loyalty
Made me see
The earth as it was intended
Not this one invended
Within our faith of eternity
God shall guide thee
Jesus answered this young girl
He unchained the love of our world
Young or old
Jesus loves all precious souls
Our vines of tenor
Shall be heard forever
Our dreams we are to have
Will outdo all nav
From the love of past
These words shall last
Guided by the Holy Spirit
No false prophet shall mirror it

The Soul Farm

He,stares in to the fire making deals with ghosts in the flames;
I stare, at the empty jars, i care about the red wine, still in the glass.
Now, time is as fragile as a comb dripping like a yellow sun,
 i know the wham slap of the morning is due,
like an unwanted letter, or whisper of bad news.
This moment can be split, and spat against a broken future;
I may need a Sat Nav, to be sure of this journey,
a map of shifting clouds, of muddled ideas to gain ;
a painless transposition, along this ragged edged trail.
Tomorrows, tomorrows are numbered and in short supply.

One Direction

depressed on cloud nine
lank legs dangling off the edge...
no need of sat nav

 © Harry J Horsman 2021

The Last One

THE LAST ONE

It’s very cold up North, the ice stretches for miles.
There’s a knock at my window, oh!
 It’s my better half, and he smiles.
“Come in” I said, “Come in and be quick!
Put your sack down and flick, off the snow.
You’ve been a long time, how did it go?”
He sat shivering by the fire, rubbing his hands,
“Don’t tell me!” I said, “More white vans!” 
“I don’t know how they expect you to deliver alright,
With their drones, flying past your ears, all night! 
I’ve been sat here with the elves, worrying how you’d go,
And would Rudolph’s nose, have a bright enough glow? 
What’s that you say? He had to land on the ground!
I’m not surprised with all that wi-fi around.
His route finder nose is all that you have, 
It is really time you got a new sat-nav.
Next year, forget Earth, with its carbon, lorries and cars,  
 It’s Amazon, its Ebay. It’s time to try Mars!
Now look at your cheeks, they’re all rough and red,
Here’s your nightgown and cap, it’s time for your bed.
 You go, and have a right good doze,  
An’ think on, them Martians have never had,
 A  SANTA CLAUS!”

It Was January '68

It was January '68
Chapter 1 - arrival
by Franklin Price
2/13/2019

It was January '68
The place was Cam Ranh Bay
The embattled country, Vietnam
Home's half a world away

Had not a clue what to expect
As I left the freedom plane
Return was one long year away
Quite an adjustment for my brain

The Air Force was my service branch
Nav-Aids my specialty
Was in since 1965
Pounding the ground was not to be

Processing in was just a blur
This place was new to me
The sun was blinding off white sand
That was everywhere to see

Somehow got to the squadron
To the place I'd lay my head
To a hooch with canvas roof
Where a cot would be my bed

Of course no air conditioning
Had to contend with tropic clime
Was glad was raised in Florida
Had no AC any time

Soon found there were cold showers
No hot water to be found
A six seater for a ter
No flushing toilets were around

No hole, as with an outhouse,
Half drums caught the downward bound
When full, burned with jet fuel
And spread the ashes on the ground

485th GEEIA was my squadron
Could not wait for TDY
Nothing to do when home at Cam Ranh
But rake the sand and wonder why

Perform a U - Turn

It should be really easy
To get to Grantham right on time
Unless, that is, your Sat Nav
Is as troublesome as mine

I have the postcode ready
And I’m sure I’ve got it right
But my Sat Nav seems to be convinced
It’s on The Isle of Wight!

Now I quite like the main roads
Seeing signs along the way
But my Sat Nav has a cunning plan
To get me there today

It wants for some strange reason
To have a different point of view
To take me on the scenic route
Where there’s no traffic queue
 
Now I don’t like a line of cars
Through miles of motorway
Though it’s better than the  pot holed roads
My Sat Nav thinks I might prefer today

I decided to ignore it
When 50 miles had gone
Big mistake on my part
Cos I’d left the dammed thing on

“Where do you think you’re going?”
It’s tinny voice did say
“You must perform a U Turn”
“Or I’ll find a different way”

I don’t listen to it blindly
And now I’ve got myself a map
So I can get to Grantham
In time to take a nap

Brexit Sonnet 37 - Road To Brexit

Brexit Sonnet No. 37
‘Road to Brexit’
 

This road to Brexit’s poorly signed and mapped,
It twists and turns and dead ends do prevail.
It’s not on any sat nav, its surface badly cracked,
And rutted tracks, they tell a sorry tale.
No smart ideas to aid our flowing lane,
No highway code to keep us safe and sound.
Just contra-flows in a sea of aching pain,
And no signage placed to bring us homeward bound.
Yet speedsters speed, the limit they do flout,
No cameras work to record their blatant charge.
No yellow lines, just red ones round about,
Economy mpg? Now not large.
   Our syncromesh has dropped its cog again;
   Best stop, restart and engageth Nation’s brain. 

©Keith Murphy

Transport Costs

Its My car


Thousands of miles together we travelled
maps then a sat nav journeys unravelled
collected all sorts, even went to the tip
bus into town, no in the car I'll just nip
MOT services tax, insurance as well
paying the bills down to me it all fell
Now at the end the bills just to big
think its all over I have to admit
one last journey together we made
down to the scrapers only I walked away
the end of this tale is not very nice
travelling on roads comes at a price
pounds shillings and pence me it did cost
but for my beautiful car its life was lost...

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