Short Navigated Poems
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As ships in a storm,
Let’s not be dashed to pieces;
God being our rutter:-
Navigated by God,
Faithfully sail life's waters:-
Eternity could be
simply a sea never
before navigated...
Or a bird without wings
without reaching the immensity...
So we could never notice
its reach and its intensity... !
Mediterranean’s melancholy melodious megaphone
Notoriously navigated Neptune’s neutrality zone.
Overladen, overworked, and overthrowing Orion’s own,
Permitted planet Pluto to persecute Perry’s corn-pone.
a neighbor’s water hose sent
a roaring rapid down the sidewalk curb
our popsicle sticks navigated
through the rocks and raging current
street lights with ominous hue
implored our curfew
we ambled along cheering
those popsicle sticks on
far, far, far into the night
TO BEING FORGIVEN AND GIVING FORGIVENESS
You’ve abandoned me;
You must be so lonely.
Love for you, crowds me.
And you cannot uncrowd it;
For it’s of God’s given grace:-
I’ve forgiven you,
God navigated me to:-
Can’t you forgive me?
I am sorry for my sins;
God’s forgiven me; can’t you?!
Travel the path of life's familiar roads
navigated by generations
previously amazed by that path
The dimensions have changed
their direction remains not
its diversity is immense
with a destiny sustained
Ensuing the journey home
may guide or cast us astray
most will follow where their hearts lead
and others will never roam
Vast and free,
Sweeping through
A calming sense fill the air
Subsides rising flesh from the chill
Warming the soul as it Thumps repeatedly
Sweeping slower then closer creeping into me
Showering Rains of Trust in it's most humblest state
Non judgmental thou raw and sweet, Blind to physical aspects
Navigated by sincerity and pure emotion.....What And Adventure
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impressive wing span
navigated storm at sea
at one with nature
eagle glides swiftly
towards its high sea stack home
away from chaos
eaglets safe in nest
impervious bird-of-prey
at one with fierce storm
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Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
You're not a diamond in the sky;
They're earthly gems that people buy -
Crystals, sparkle, cool and icey,
Cheap ones, rhinestones,
Real ones, pricey.
If I could catch a falling star,
I wouldn't put it in my pocket,
But find a fine spun golden chain
And keep it in a locket.
I'd never fear the dark around,
But captivated, navigated,
Safe and sound.
Sleeping through a sturgeon moon:
Plump with caviar roe, green like corn,
swollen with grain, full and red burning,
squinting through forest fire,
pigeon-holed by sky and telescope,
barked at by howler monkeys at dusk,
woken by screecher owls at dawn,
navigated on by explorers,
wished upon by natives,
wondered at by archaic sapiens.
Your pull is strong, I’m sleeping through
Wait for the wane, anticipate the new.
When you release the
words, your curled fingers
burst into flame.
It was an ancient filth,
a bird fighting in the mud-
house of quote-unquote.
Someone navigated
over the bald heads to find
a landing place for a cuckoo.
Between real and fiction,
you cannot write a hymn
in praise of satan, called god.
I am done with the darkness
all around, and rip open
the wall to let in the jupiter.
Satish Verma
HISTORY IS BUNK
Columbus discovering America? Yeah, right !
Only after a small army of Vikings from overseas
Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries;
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese junks
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait ten millennia before.
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 ...
HISTORY IS UNTRUE
Columbus discovering America? Yeah? Who says?
Only after a small army of Vikings from overseas
Traded and raided on the coasts for centuries;
And Brendan had navigated from Ireland to the Bronx;
Not to mention precolumbian wrecks of Chinese junks
Found in the sandy bottom of San Diego harbor;
And the Mongoloid footsloggers who tiptoed south to Ann Arbor
Across the floes of the Bering Strait a millennium before.
not...
hmmm'ing andt
yawnnn'ing......
but concerns be
as navigated so
it's up and to it
with a mind-set
to be an oar-knot
that questions the
weather.....that be
colder in pastimes
such that.....these
possible rain-days
may end the snow
andt...t'is better to
shelve both shovel
and boots.....to go
to that spring-melt
waterfall......where
the one andt...only
real good fishing
spot where deep
lines mean fresh
fish for the bbq
stan sands dust
I have sailed the sea of Deception, it is a known disease
Its purpose is your soul to seize.
Navigated all of this with cunning expertise
I obliterated those obstacles with ease.
I have sailed the sea of friendship
I do not trust it as such,
Experience has taught me much
That with time, that too becomes a wrecked ship.
I sail the sea of love
Docked safely in you harbour
The anchor is your heart
You fit me like a glove
I thank the Lord above
You are my true and only love.