Inside a pond,
wavelets of inspiring words drift.
Frogs crook, birds sing,
sneaks slither.
A place for poetry to be born.
Born, as I poet swims
and drinks its fine energy.

Inside a pond of poetry,
fish live drifting graceful.
Sun shines, leaves rustle,
dragonflies glide.
A place where poetry lives.
Lives, as I poet breathes deep,
feeling the blessings of the day.

StarBG © 2017

Inside a pond,
wavelets of inspiring words drift.
Frogs crook, birds sing,
sneaks slither.
A place for poetry to be born.
Born, as I poet swims
and drinks its fine energy.

Inside a pond of poetry,
fish live drifting graceful.
Sun shines, leaves rustle,
dragonflies glide.
A place where poetry lives.
Lives, as I poet breathes deep,
feeling the blessings of the day.

My poets road is adorned with trees.
blowing in a gently kissing breeze.
Words infused in scents from flowers permeate.
Energies warm from sun fill breath.
A paradise to walk in and share.
A place I live in on a writers journey
that is a celebration.

StarBG © 2017

Awoken I receive a sight of celestial beauty,
Awoken, I gracefully lie safe in your affable aurora,
Awoken, our fluent dance of both heart and mind appears only eternally foreseeable.

Awake, the mere construction of you dwindles,
It was just a dream, I should have known.

I can’t say there is a word for what we are
I know I was looking through your pictures yesterday
Laughing at how cute you look
Wanting to tell you which ones you look bad in,
And how others do not make you justice.
Kissing you and the non-stop laughs
Make fun of the fact that we are fatties.
Driving to McDonalds at 1 am.
I have a feeling it is going to hurt.
But when I am in your room, on your bed
Not being able to keep our hands off each other.
It is complete bliss.
We have amazing ***, you know it’s true
We take a break and go at it again.
And then you open up about the things you love
Like those nerdy topics of things I do not understand
But, your whole face lights up while you talk.
And you apologize for speaking so much.
Don’t ever apologize again
Don’t ever shut up.
Please keep talking,
Until we meet our end.

Pull the trigger
  of ***** target
victimized by displays
  of fading fantasy
again, into other realms
of countering thought
what could be, what isn't
   the voice echoes,
here we go, another loss
    a new finding
           of life's
     endless surprises