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

Creative enhanced blood cells move within
as I harvest kind words.
They enter the mind to explode
expanding, blooming,
tickling senses to write.

The moon is lit to enhance as
well the sun with its rays bright.
And when it rains moisture touches skin
to anoint cells with boost bringing forth words.

Words to enrich and inspire others
All in the day of a poet.
A poet, who flies in dreamscape fantasies.

StarBG © 2017

With puff of breath
entwined with a wish
my energetic breath aims out.

Out toward dandelion.
And like sacred flying fairies
the little seeds take flight.

Ready to plant firmly
in break of day.

Thank you dandelion
for roaring with airs whisper
to move in grace
to go into Mothers soil
and bring a dream to sprout.

StarBG © 2017

I live in a fairytopia in mind, drifting with wings golden brown. With eyes that see beauty in everything. With a heart that expands with visions to write.

I live in a fairytopia, dancing to bond with Mother Earth. To live peacefully in oneness. To celebrate all who have gravitated to earth.

I live in a fairtytopia, moving with open heart. With a human-like body that sends love compassionately. With a dream that all can awaken for peace.

StarBG © 2017

Three little pigs the story told,
were faced with a wolf mean.
He came to blow their little house,
to have a tasty scheme.

The story it is in my head,
from when a kid was me.
Now if I do see that wolf,
I'd throw him in the sea.

For those three pigs were sweet and kind.
Would never hurt a soul.
Now time passed and they are free.
to move in day to stroll.

So if kids gather round you soon,
the story you can tell.
All the pigs they did rebuild
and all are doing swell.

StarBG © 2017

Tiger fierce inside the night
Eyes do burn with light so bright.
Tiger roars untamed with call
to give warning for yes all.

Tiger with its stripes so black
It moves graceful has no lack.
Tiger stays out of your sight,
but he roars with all his might.

Tiger, tiger I love you.
From a distance this is true.
Tiger you walk proud and free.
I do stand and bow to thee.

StarBG © 2017

A woman I've been all my life.
It is something so neat.
Dancing, prancing in greatness,
It truly can't be beat.

I dance in life to move in grace,
and sometimes I do roar
Being in my heart each day,
I fly like bird to soar.

I move with light and love today.
My gratitude is strong.
Inside love, and inner peace,
I know I can't do wrong.

StarBG © 2017

To all those writers I wish,
a happy night and day.
Everyone on this site,
wake up to hear me say.

I say all do have great gifts.
You are of divine light.
As you dance inside your hearts,
your writings are so right.

Just take words and catch your dreams
The magic it is here.
Stay connected inside love,
to move without a care.

So my gratitude goes out,
with candle that burns bright.    
Look its burning oh so high.
It's flame's an awesome sight.

StarBG © 2017

Good-morning world
as I step off platform bed
onto my stage of day.

I celebrate sun whose rays warm my breath, as I dance.
I focus receiving blessing present, as I connect.
I whisper gratitude taking control to infused happy like sugar into my breakfast meal.

Good-morning world,
as I move weaving my lighthouse beam of love and compassion.
It is indeed an honor to drift in life's gift.
To expand and help make a peaceful world
as I echo good-morning to all.

StarBG © 2017

Like magician who reveals magical threads of colorful silks,
I the writer reveals strand-like phases from mind.
Many memories hidden are pulled to write poem.
First I start with breath
carefully whispering my intention.
One, two, three, fingers start to dance on keyboard
In a flash the energies right to expand heart with craft
and Wa-la a poem is done.
Now, I wait for YOU
my audience to arrived.

StarBG © 2017

A plaintive song a black bird sang,
before he took to flight.
He did talk to remind me,
to be cautious of night.

I did see as he did fly,
he left a gift for me.
Some of what he ate that day,
flew right upon my knee.

Though he was so black as night,
I sent him a wish strong.
Telling him I was of light,
and knew I’d feel no wrong.

For the night has stars so bright.
They dance yes every night.
I have angels round me now.
Their cool and out of sight.

StarBG © 2017

Sun my poems if you do dare
so I can feel so grand.
Then it will encourage me,
to write more with loves brand.

If I see a sun appear,
I will have much delight.
Then I will dance in my seat,
and smile with all my might.

If you think to send a sun.
I will say my thanks to you.
Cause it is a nice gesture,
that writers sometimes do.

So I post on this site now,
and send greetings yes far.
Everyone who writes on here,
is special and a star.

StarBG © 2017