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Star BG Feb 2018
Today I will make
lemons out of lemonade
and drink to satisfy my thirst.

I had a flat tire…
It's a great day to learn patient.

I am short on funds…
Taking a walk in nature cost nothing.

My mother's 92 …
life's eternal, and I'm grateful for her presence.

It's raining…
The trees are thirsty too.
Just playing with the phrase making lemonade' out of lemons
Star BG Feb 2018
Regular diet of hugs and kisses
is what I crave for-
no calories just build up of smiles.
Star BG Feb 2018
Before the scene becomes
a fleeting moment wind surrounds
catching my thoughts.
Spiraling inside a cellular highway.
Sun breaks like waves with rays
as I reach to hug day
while footsteps melt in ground.

And I am left standing in own shadow
in a vast landscape
where change is inevitable.
Thank you HH for your inspiration and Pradip
Star BG Feb 2018
shall be
simple.
Simply being what they are.

Poetry is
life.
Life
is poetry.
Inspired by HOWARD H  THANKS
To get on band wagon of life and live peaceful
is to venture out unafraid  
through the unknown.
Star BG Feb 2018
Serens do shine across the sky,
that cascades in a swirling light.
The darkness opens up a view,
that centers in third eye.

Night casts off in quietude,
to gaze up while wind gently purrs.
The moment hugs and here I stand
with star sisters that sing.

Oh to sip the bubbly brew,
that tickles on the tongue and breath.
A drink or two it never hurts,
when dark covers the light.

Soon the landscape whispers grand,
to escort me to go to sleep.
And dream I will inside this night
before sun princess calls.

When the ball of fire shines,
across horizon than I wake.
And recall where I traveled to
as prose does birth my hands.
A poem inspired by the great Elizabeth Squires  Thanks
Star BG Feb 2018
Why do you elude me.
Play hide and seek with my mind in darkness.
Why do you keep your
peaceful realm at bay?
Tease my eyes until they beg
to be locked shut.

Sleep! Sleep!
Why do you not come
and give some rest for the weary.

Guess BECAUSE there's a poem meant to be written.
Star BG Feb 2018
YOU have torch-like pen to illuminate words.
Carry sword-like pen to etch feelings onto page.

Handle brush-like pen to paint landscapes.
Move microphone-like pen to scream words
of anger.

YOU carry flute-like pen to play music from heart.
Hold barton-like pen to lead one to see poets view.

Move spoon-like pen to mix units of prose.
Sway magic wand-like pen to make visions skillfully.

If your a poet, YOU are in a special class, a mirror of life
and blessed with the gift of words.
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