66/F/New York I am a writer who channels many writer guides. You can see me at Rockland World Radio. Scroll down under archived shows. Called The lighthouse. I do poetry, meditations + other things all to empower. Blessings!
All Copyrighted poems StarBG 2018 438 followers / 68.9k words
Knock, knock at tree I stood there. Wondered if someone would hear. I did whisper can I see? All the beauty housed in thee. If I’m let in this is clear. It will make me surely stare.
For the magic goes down deep. Hope tree fairy I will meet. Fairy answered one two three. It did welcome me with glee. So I drifted in tree fine. Mother Nature is Divine. When I left I bowed with awe. Then fairy did close the door.
Perhaps I’ll visit soon I hope. Natures grand and thats no joke.
Inspired by Logan Robertson. Thank you Without your gifts there would not be mine.
Oh please don't sell yourself short. el great one’s who walks with poet inside Oh please take breath and smell the grand roses of your soul that calls. That whispers for your story to be told. Oh seeker of inner love on rainy night stay strong in storm of tears for the rainbow is close behind.
For all the poets that think they have nothing to say and have forgotten who they are. For there is a poet in everyone who indeed has a story to tell.
I want to go back to the time where cell phones existed not, and communication was more personal.
Where TV was radio and eyes with mind collaborated for imagination as ears reveled in sound.
I want to go back to a time where people would be on street holding hands instead of phones. And individuals looked at one another to see each others expressions instead of impersonal texting.
I want to go back where there was no internet to steal ones time on a Face Book site that takes your information and tries to promote fake friendships.
I want to go back yes back to a time where I could meet a poet for lunch instead of only on a site that keeps one at distance.
Time waits for no one and so progress for the sake of disconnect continues.
Until robots replace our reality.
This poem is so so much NOT like what I write. Its just tonight I found myself disconnecting from everything. I turned off my cell phone, don't have a TV so didn't have to do anything with one and am just chilling with myself as I feel distant from most of who I know. (my decision) I think everyone should sometimes step back to do a re-set