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Star BG May 2019
My vessel imbedded with light drifts,
on swirling waves of verse,
and are woven in tapestry of ocean.
Fish colorful enhance eyes for inspiration
Sails flap tickling ears
to loosen poetic thoughts gently.
My compass of heart leads.
Moments dissipate gracefully.
The day is beautiful with warm sun,
as I'm carried on uncharted sea of phases.

And as Captains log opens on return to shore,
I sit, in writing position before sea’s vision dinner
The place where poems meet book.
just a thought that resonates in my poets mind. The one that blossoms with flowers of verse. I guess it is the season.
Star BG May 2019
Living inside a human journey
Is like riding a horse.
IF you jump over hurdles
and succeed an etheric ribbon is yours.
IF you fall off and get back on
a ribbon is also awarded.
Both are part of the horse show game,
When shows over you will see
all your medals
as your higher self applauds.
I choose to ride my stallion with open heart
and gracefully move in the moment
where miracles are born
Star BG Apr 2019
Poetry is life reincarnated.
Experiences that migrate to  page
for exposure to an eye.
The lens that acts like camera
to catch a vision
of poet
so they may ponder.

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Poetry is the music of words
that plays loud or soft
depending on the orchestration
of its band leader poet.
who waves their baton pen gracefully.

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Poetry is born from everyones lifetime
but not everyone scribes them.
They just carry the saga's in hearts
to explore later when leaving this realm.
Just playing in thoughts
Star BG Apr 2019
And with sword like pens
we will duel Inside hearts
creatively fencing our way
through a poem.
Un-guard the moments right.
Touché the air is sweet.
I bow...we both win.
Just playing with words
Star BG Apr 2019
Boo-hoo I did cry
Our relationship had died
Grave stone read we loved.
Inspired by BLT thanks
Star BG Apr 2019
I stand and glance at sun
to feel its sweetness
like Arabic honey.

I move drinking up
the essence of breeze
like sweet wine.

I dance with mixture of gratitude
like a grand porridge
simmering in heart.

I stand and walk celebrating
life as I do breath.
Inspired by a chat with Yenson Thank you for being my inspiration
Star BG Apr 2019
Not a cloud in the sky.  
Not a reason to cry.
So with breath and a sigh
I will ponder a why.

Not a reason to fear.
I know spirit is near.
So I’ll listen and hear.
special guidance so clear.

Not a time to have hate
only to celebrate.
So I carry love state.
I will move to create.

Not a tear in my heart.  
I will make a new start.
So I’ll stand to then dart.
with the breeze and a ****.
Woke up and in the shower I started to sing first line. That was where my born began.  Once out the rest followed.

The last line has an alternative for those not caring for farts.
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