POETS,
people who scribe as sculptors making masterpieces to hang in their text museums. And as for the reader...They are the ones who visit.

POETS,
one's sometimes filled with pain and insecurities that must write so they keep their sanity.

POETS,
the gift to mankind who can change the world
with one reader at a time.

P0ETS,
EVERYONE IS ONE
WITH A STORY TO TELL
BUT, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT AND THEIR EGO JUDGES BEFORE THEY PUT PEN TO PAPER
SO OFTEN THEY NEVER LEARN IT.

I be a link
forged by authentic self.  
The higher part that drifts
in highways of stars.

I be a nexus threaded
with spirals of love
energies and poetic song.

My inner glow pulsates
as moments become hours
and days years.

I am coupled
with compassion
and forgiveness...
the fuel that launches
my vessel inside dance.

My sacred journey
brings me to your eyes,
and perhaps face as dreams align.

I be grateful
for the pond that mirrors
myself reaching out
to touch the world.

Care to link up and expand
with humanities necklace
of light?

Theirs always room for
another tie into the love chain.

I will rewrite the stars
inside breath and prayer.
I shall stand with my inner power
to bring dreams into reality.

The tidal wave of creation
and light flows inside.
Tweaking my thoughts
as I stand before life.

I will rewrite the stars
inside moment
standing in power
and dance upon stage
to show the winner I am.

I be a mirror of all
other stars in life's arena.
All the other human stars
that move on this planet.

High in the sky of my mind
I write.
Flying inside a poetic song.

I sing from heart
as birds gracefully
paint the sky with voice.

I will stand
facing night sky
releasing a wish
on a shooting star.

A wish that one of my poems
will be the poem of the day
that goes out
to fill all inboxes
on the road
of a Hello Poetry site.

And thus said...
I echo
gratitude and AMEN.

Your eyes they travel
in my road of poetry.
They meander toward heart
as rivers of verse anchor.

Your eyes are a gift
crystal and grand.
They are the window
to align voice to sing
and ears to hear.

Your eyes will launch
you the reader into day
to flow in your greatness.

To flow as your meant to.
As I celebrate
you in the place of your lives.

I stand in breath
at break of day
raising head up high
to who I am.

I’m in the dream of life,
with eyes wide open.
and heart in song.
Coming alive,
with every breath.
Every moment
that carries blessings.

I stand inside light,
clearing past to
look in mirror of self
smiling at what I see.

When rain comes, I dance.
When storms fill pathway
of sky I’m ready for rainbow
to realign me to The Divine.

I stand reaching hand
to share a hug
and speak my truth.
We are in this play
TOGETHER.

The gratitude love bug is on the loose.
I hear there is an epidemic
crossing the nation.

The creature flies
moving through walls
and while one sleeps.
Moves out in fields  
and in the air one breathes.

There is no cure
but relief is felt
when one exhibits love
and whispers gratitude.

Its cousin is the forgiveness fly.
It too is moving through the countryside.
I know I got bit by both.
Living with its symptoms
of longing to express
is quite divine.

What about you?