A navigator
Looking for unknown answers
Today’s moon is blue
Sleeping now is not so easy
Unlike nights of yesteryear
Pain evasive sleep maneuvers
Needed now from front to rear
This way to avoid that shoulder
That way to appease my back
Crosswise so my groin finds freedom
Tilted slightly toward the crack
That Sciatica will flare up
Should I not upend my knee
That’s just one side’s ‘Sleeping Sitcom”
What is to become of me
Don’t forget to fluff that pillow
Sinus drip means counting sheep
Plus a stiff neck’s sure to follow
One wrong doze into the deep
Slumber now is very tricky
That’s if I can sleep at all
Where’d I hide those ‘little helpers”
Sandman’s on an early call!
Without my partner, our kids, mates, and family,
I'd be lost, adrift, no direction.
Literally up the creek without a paddle.
What would I do?
How would we navigate alone?
So many wrong choices we'd inevitably make.
No advice to steer us through life's storms,
No support in moments of doubt.
Who'd be there to listen,
To offer a shoulder, a kind word?
It's hard to fathom,
How I'd manage without that network.
Especially when strangers are just that,
Unknown, uncertain.
Without yours,
What would you do?
Hey- what'll you do if you're left alone,
and it's not all, on a hot and dry land
Where nobody is nix known?
Listen to a camel's heart-
Camel, storing all its strength in its hump,
and looking very-very smart.
Camel resists in desert's dirt,
Can you think how much he envied?
He's often called the 'ship of desert':
This is because of their
Ability to navigate the harsh desert
which sounds awful and mournful
But never mind, it's all desert's scramble,
So hats off to camel uncle!
We navigate together, two souls reflected in each other.
In every shared memory, in every shared dream,
We are connected by invisible threads, by thoughts that intertwine,
Between the desire to know each other and the fear of completely opening up,
We find beauty in the fragile balance of our connection.
And thus, in the twilight of silences and unspoken thoughts,
We find ourselves in each other, two mirrors reflecting infinitely,
In a dance of souls that never stops,
Until the last breath, until the last thought.
When you love her, listen to her with all your being,
Be present in every word, in every sigh,
In every glance that reveals her universe to you,
Be there, on the edge of your seat, leaning towards her,
Be there, searching deeply into her eyes, without frightening her.
Feel every nuance of her voice, every hidden emotion,
Let yourself be absorbed by her interests, make them your own,
Capture her heart with care, like a precious treasure,
And never let it go, because in this dance of souls,
In this magical and melancholic weaving of existences,
You will find the beauty and mystery of true love.
A captain will navigate his ship
keeping it safe for his men.
A pilot will navigate his plane
for his passengers.
Like the ship's captain and the airline pilot,
we also navigate daily.
We navigate our life,
from sunup to sunset.
Yes~we are the captain or pilot of our life.
That is a very powerful thought,
but we are.
We can say yes or no at anytime.
One can make a change or stay on the same course.
There are only twenty-four in a day,
yet some seem to get more done than others.
Why is that,
could some be able to navigate their life better.
I find life comes with many questions,
yet with few answers along the way
Navigate your life the best you can,
as a captain docks your ship or as a pilot lands your plane.
At sea, navigate
it is necessary... to be
be alive...
On the earth walk
it is necessary to
reborn , so said
Jesus... !
Truth be told-
The stars are old...
Tis really quite profound,
The stars exist and with such bliss-
To navigate life on the ground.
The more we gaze;
The more we daze,
These miracles we appraise.
For not only us though the animals too...
Twinkle-Sparkle Ways.
Navigate the ocean of the blue world
Listen to the beliefs of all peoples held
Stand fast and strong before the mast
As the cold wind is whipped and prayed to last
Up and down on the beating wings
As you think of what the morning brings
The sun will penetrate its golden rays
And upon the ocean we pray our safety stays
For who charts the course for mortal folk
When we constantly strain against the yolk
For travellers are we on the restless sea
When we pray and think what will be will be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A pod of
Killer whales
Navigate the sea
Fish eyes gaze at the light
From the Constellation of Hercules
Sing out, sing out, because
We found this dome of heaven
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