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Star BG Jan 2018
Ring, ring
off the wall it rang,
gabbing my attention.

Anxiety built
in a time before phones
announced called
I reached in breath.

My hunch was right
Oh its you
ghost from past
I heard,
begging for another chance.

My heart re-opened
as in off key he sang
our special song.

I gave him
another chance....
Once a unfaithful archoholic
always one.

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Inspired by S Wesley Mcgranor ›
Star BG Jan 2018
Catching breath from breeze
I move passing all bases in day.

FIRST base,
I echo affirmations for power.
SECOND base,
I send love to all I meet.
THIRD base,
I connect with gratitude.

HOME I reach state of harmony
from living in heart.
Star BG Jan 2018
Only Intent to align with God's divine love can open the heart to love and help the soul soar.
Star BG Jan 2018
A voice vaguely familiar
echoed on phone line.
The kind of line
filled with black birds
ready to take flight and paint skies
with their bodies black to hide sun.

The voice that trampled
on dreams long gone.
Stabbing knife in heart
where love once grew.
Heart-dreams
that floated away
when their voice
severed our relationship.

A voice now out of blue,
coming back to haunt.
Silence encourage him
to continue his sorry song.

And when he concluded,
I simply said "No."
And hung up the phone.
Got an annoying  telemarketing call but it sparked this.
Star BG Jan 2018
L O V E
Number 1400 poem posted to site. Hummmmmmm what will it be? Answer above. Its a poem that is meant for each individual to find their definition of it and connect to it. Songs plays movies are written with it. ITS essence fills you. Its power and harbors answers. USE it
Star BG Jan 2018
I bless the page with my written words. Words inside a playground of phases
on street of poets mind.
.
Do climb ladder to slide with visions.
Swing with consepts that take life of its own to push one
back and forth on lines with eyes.

Spin upon swirling verses
that set mood careful not to scrape knee when words are dark.

Climb monkey bars like mother chimpanzee poet who loves
swinging on vines from heart.

Play in my playground
all friends are welcome.
Inspireed by chat with Brianna love
Star BG Jan 2018
I release ink of heart
moving with
blood stream of pen.

It curves gracefully
round bend of moment,
with breath that anchors.

It captures pulsations
radiating words from
deep pond of mind.

Perhaps, I shall write
with visions of beauty.
Or against darken skies
covered with clouds that block sun.

Or maybe, I won't write at all...
Just feel the energies
to ponder life.
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