I am an artist
painting ones eyes with colorful jargon.
Red for passion that strikes a memory.
Green for the abundance of words that allows reader to think.
Blue for open sky that leaves room to drift in visions.
Purple my favorite to tweak the imagination
with peaceful vibrations.
Orange for the juice that flows inside a poem.
giving place to roam.
Pink like cotton candy that tickles the taste buds
for expansion of heart.
Black for words that tempt one to look within
and face the dark for cleansing.

Playground of colors flow for a writer artist to color with
as the reader sits to enjoy, ponder, and celebrate in their own space.

StarBG © 2017

This poem is to my Beautiful and Loving sisters.
Also to my Brothers whom Love others strongly.
The strength that you both have , the strength of a lion.
You have the outpouring Love like an waterfall.
The Love never cease , but continue everyday.
I have been Blessed by you whom write .
Beautifully every day some with great wisdom.
You speak out of the outpouring of your beautiful hearts.
You whom never cease to help others with your words.
Thank you my Fellow Knights and Ladies you are indeed special.

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all

There are two kinds of people in this world.
There are those of us, who will look at pictures of the past and feel awash with a glowing warmth, remember the perfection of those single moments.
And then there are others among us, others like you and I, who view photos much the same way, yet feel much less euphoric, because while we also take the moment to remember that perfection, we use the next millennia of moments to lament the passing of this perfection

My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can weave
Your lovelier design,
'Twill make my lyric, I believe,
More yours than mine.

I'm but a prompter at the best;
Crude cues are all I give.
In simple stanzas I suggest -
'Tis you who make them live.
My bit of rhyme is but a frame,
And if my lines you quote,
I think, although they bear my name,
'Tis you who wrote.

Yours is the beauty that you see
In any words I sing;
The magic and the melody
'Tis you, dear friend, who bring.
Yea, by the glory and the gleam,
The loveliness that lures
Your thought to starry heights of dream,
The poem's yours.

Hello-Poetry, thank you for all that you do here on the net.
To give us a site to Bless and Encourage us in our poems.
To help others to see our works, and help us to do better.
In making our poems better through others encouragement.
For Christ is using your site to help us christian writers.
To write poetry, that help others to see his Light here too.
For it is not us Lighting the way to bless other people.
But we do get Blessed because of Christ working within us.
So I want to say thanks to the people and The Hello-Poetry site as well.

Poems are spiritual food, cooked in the heart
and served on a platter-like screen.
A feast for a readers eyes and mind.

Poems are golden words, that give insight,
into the intricacies of a human existence.
It’s the platform that keeps a creative mind focused.

Poems are words that spiral with force from heart
and is the fuel that spins a web of light.
It gives phases a place to call home.

Poems are the gift a writer gives,
to all who come to their table.

StarBG © 2017