Short Navigation Poems
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Navigation, bodywise
my hands, feel the night away
Entering a dream,
utterly,
I
say
your
name
love's knocking on the other side of the door
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IN STEPPING TO DESTINY
Of every journey,
The first step-off begins it.
Time to get stepping.
With love, faith, hope, and belief,
Trust in God’s navigation:-
SKEWED SKYWAZE*
geese formation lost
broad strokes of clouds and blue sky
a gaggle of squawks
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
*waze is a navigation app
hippocambal curve undressed
sea monsters purge here
spatial navigation re-
lease of the short te-
rm remembrance
rased
firing bursts of potentials
acting on running ridges
retrograde amnesia
Form:
In the heart of my mind
Rages a war of navigation
Each passing sun.
All compasses broken,
It has become a maze
And I am a stranger to me.
My anthem is woe.
Water and fire
Have become my bread.
It's hard to feel like
your growing up when you're moored
- sheltering at home.
I am patiently
waiting to take the helm of my
life's navigation.
My life, so far, is
prelude - I long to cast off
and exit the slip.
NAVIGATION
I am sowing my seeds of navigation
Let's sing the song of inspiration
Time and time again, everything is synchronization
Don't you see the universe is allocation
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 5, 2016
Whatever storm you may find yourself in
always remember that you are,
no matter how unlikely it seems,
the eye of heaven
beholding itself,
the light and
glory of its
own radiant
being.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Navigation on course
Destination absolute Power
Indifference supports the Mast
Master of this Vessel
Commander of His Task Force
Beckons the Capital Ship
Predatory Convoy
A Prefect Storm......
All Aboard.......
A spark conceived
by way of the wind's undertones
Assertive they rest their eyes
a scope of passion
was comatose but a century ago
The face of anonymity,
yet a dream to turn up gold
Only love's curiosity
overtook navigation
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
MYSTIFIED?!?
In the Psalms of grief,
Mercy contemplates choices:
Decisions waiting:-
With divine wisdom’s guidance,
Navigation is coming:-
As is written,
Seek, knock, ask, and it’s given:
Listen and abide:-
In the midst of life’s darkness,
Supreme light will be given:-
a trois-par-huis
clouds and moon
shift with design in tune
matching moves in a star-studded sky
lovers, enchanted in heart and soul, simply sigh
skipper guides his vessel with careful hand and eye
celestial infatuation
nighttime navigation
location
September 9, 2019
No matter where I send you, you return.
The fault lies in my own emotional navigation,
Wasting words and energy for energy's sake.
I hurl you into dead end corners,
So you can climb back into my brain.
All that's left are forced giddy-ups.
So help me check off all my screw-ups.
A job for lunatics.
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Poems Love In this moment
In this moment
Close your beautiful eyes
feel my hands holding your face
taste my lips on yours
and let the rain fall wash away our past
For in this moment
We live
We love
We feel
We exist
...Forever...
In this moment
IN THE SPRINGING OF LIFE
Springing into life,
Let your blossoms bloom brightly;
Awareness glowing:
You, an instrument of peace,
And a reflector of love:-
Wherever you bloom,
May your scent sweeten the air
With divine navigation:-
And may your ripe, juicy fruits,
Quince all thrust for awareness:-
i shall not be able to take one step here
without a kind thought on earth
i shall have no navigation
without a smile in memory of me
i shall have no vision
without the wish to be seen once again
i am here and they are all there
they are all there coming to meet me soon
here, making this place a comfortable room
Between sleep and awake I’m free
Navigation comes easy for me
Along fault lines of earthquakes I travel
With barely a ripple of gravel
Equations and troubles I conquer
My victories soar above squalor
If wakened I hasten my return
To slumber in peaceful nocturne
O.... the grandeur I reap
My magical place middle sleep
Ace the pilot could cut the Migs down fast
At an early age his future was cast
Great at navigation, and maneuvering too
What is the hold up on him asking Sue?
She has been waiting for ever so long.
They have been engaged since Neil Armstrong
They are not getting younger; their knees are bad.
“Why don’t you drop him?” Says her sister “he is kind of a cad.”
My imagination
My creation
A wonder of greatness
Thoughts of highness
It is a world where I only travel alone
In it I have the power to attain all
No bugs buzzing or bags bagging
Tag all my weaknesses,
And build a tower of strength
To see over the horizons,
I sight with my mind
Imagination serves to save the world
And propels to be limitless.
Swirls of light
Enveloped the sails
On a quiet starlit night
A captain, on the deck
A precious cargo to keep
Phosphorescence trails
Iluminating the deep
Lanterns on the masts and spars
Reassuring touch of timber
Flap of sails
The navigation by the stars
On the sea
Lit by a moon
and star bright
Carrying precious things
A ships' captain
On the deck at night
Choose your road
For you to journey
Be it so carefully
Even if there is
A blind corner or two
Where you won’t see
Beyond of the bend
Set your navigation
So you can feel the elation
That will be at your finality
For even a passerby
On that journey
Also has their own story
Let it not downcast your heart
For in your destination
There is always a start.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sea of the cold hollow sandS
Traveling in the chaos TiamaT
Absolutely Absolvent empty AmbrosiA
River of currents, culling-hands that steeR
Saguant navigation of bouyant bendS
Carbon fingerprint, ethereal and cosmiC
Runes of bands-shapeshifting acrostic BezieR
Endless coil, kiss of anathema, soiled-absolutE
Anti by the light of the moon, it is Death in a comA
Morpheus embed, with cold -ante rooM
Feminine nature and dominant speed
sweet surrender and excessive in need
Empty pages of frivolous lore
navigation necessary to explore
Breaking the tide neglecting the heart
shallow from fear still she did impart
Polished and bright in the evenings allure
insensitive design and intentions impure
Gladly they wait for her exquisite retreats
haughty she'll watch as she slides in the sheets
Hearken, hear ye, what we say
O'er runways and roadways
Swirling snowflakes
are falling today
Sidewalks, slushy and slick
need new navigation
in a festive way
So, Say-Hey and Yay
All you trick-or-treaters
It's time to break out
Your Halloween sleighs!
A Happy, snowy, Halloween
to Midwesterners (USA)
:) :) :)
No coincidence
that I have at the least
two of most everything
for navigation
generally favoring
one side over another
though mostly straddling
the lines between – the tight
I walk...life’s many journeys
of balance --
Balance, is Free Will on shaky
display – what man does to avoid
both the Devil and God
small, under developed
hands, attempting to juggle
infinite worlds and stars….