I captured a firefly.
It pulsated tickling hands.
Peering into finger cracks
a loving energy touched heart.

Words eminated in mind
saying, "We are one."
Smiling, I opened hands,
and as it flew away,
I danced
under the moon.

Everyday I'm addicted
with drug of hopium.
It moves inside breath
It's lethal to align for
peace.
The heroine supplies
visions of dreams.
Let's  thoughts
move into action.
I am addicted and
arrested inside heart only.

Hopium...  the drug of choice.

Mirrors we are.
Mirrors we be.
Carrying grand divinity.

With light we create,
feeling that grow.
Drifting in peace.
In life we sow.

Seeds of a smile.
Seeds of real love.
Bowing I will
to fly like dove.

Now I will end,
my saga poem.
May you feel peaceful
where you roam.

She bleeds on me
with her negative flowing jargon
that attaches like plague.

Words that dishonor my very soul.
Red corpuscles from heart
try to disintegrate its power
as blood melts into me
robbing me from life energy.

Ego jumps in
supporting her disease of thoughts
as I determined to survive reach for truth.

Positive words to bath in
and wash blood away.

Truths that say,
I am a smart, precious,
gifted and
deserving to be free

Free from the disease of my mothers blindness.

As I wake with the sun shinning
and birds echoing in ears,
I awaken to visit
with my thoughts.

They beat like drum calling me
to align with the feelings of gratitude
and Divine Wholeness.

Thank you, Thank you for the love present inside breath.
Thank you, for all those experiences that lead me to this point.
Thank you, for my lessons that allowed me
to heal and know who I am.
Thank you, for the people in my life as I send them a blessing.
Thank you, for the knowledge to know my thoughts have power,
as I send out love.

Moment invite breath to fuel self,
as I rise inside dance to celebrate life.
Energies embrace like wind
giving me an inner power and smile.
Excitement builds,
as my open to hear spirits guidance.
Creative ideas surface giving desires a chance to anchor.

And as I turn the key to feel song of heart beating,
I move ready to invite in my higher self.
The self that knows I am holy and a gift.

I shall wander with the
beauty of my souL
The gentle breeze
that bonds with breath.
The moment that echoes in heartbeat.

Fingers dance with pen.
Ink becomes a rolling wave.
And my eyes see stars
to wish upon.

I wander as footsteps
celebrate life’s song
inside fearlessness and calm.
For my soul is woven within
so I cant loose.

Love overpowers senses.
Light integrates dark.
Peace becomes reality
to savor as gratitude anchors.

And as I drift inside grace,
I shall see the butterflies beauty
and catch a miracle
that God gifts me
in this my lifetime on earth.

Time to wake up...
to write a poem
Shower, feeling the healing water--
and write a psalm.
Time to be energized by rising sun...
to write a rhyme
Move below blue
and sometimes cloudy skies...
and write a doggerel.
Sit down to dinner opposite deep beautiful eyes...
to write a poesy.
Time to look at the grand star studded sky...
and write a couplet.
Look, I see a shooting star.
Time to make a wish dreaming
of more sonnets to write.
All to illustrate
the portfolio
of a poetess's life.

FOR I
am a walking, living poem.


StarBG © 2017

Expressions of Consciousness are spreading,
across from energies of sacred sun.
From air infused love that penetrates breath.

Consciousness is expanding beautifully,
cross countrysides and towns,
as people dance inside creative forces.

Consciousness is divinely growing
cross highways and mountainsides,
in moments where birds sing below blue sky.

Expressions of Consciousness are in-motion
cross entire planet divinely orchestrated
as frequencies of love anchor.

Expression of Consciousness are unfolding,
cross hearts and in cells everywhere.
For new era of Humanity to commence,
flowering in fields of love and peace.

Aho! Aho! Gods proclamation is heard.

Inside a sleepless night
the silence speaks loudly.
Sensitivities are heightened
while cells open feeling nights energies.
Moon shines full, vibrating in song.
while clouds drift playing peek-a boo
with the stars.
And time slows
bringing forth opportunities
to wonder.

Inside a sleepless night, I sit
riding  waves of moment
opening heart so I feel my soul.

Humanity is evolving
stepping onto the elevator of
compassion.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
its moving quite fast
giving air to breath
and stallion to motion.

Care to gyrate on dance floor of forever
where true nature lives inside hearts music?

Care to unveil mask worn by ancestors
to know we're walking trees of Divinity
now blossoming to state of awake?

I'm a jumping into cloud of dreams.
making waves in the matrex of now.

I'm a wave of light on journey to know self better.

I pray for the day.
adults think about what they eat
to fuel their sacred form.

When children ask for salad
instead of fried chicken fingers
and fries drenched in oil that clog intestines.

I pray for the day,
young and old choose to go organic
and stop frequenting fast fake food joints

When people awaken to foods causing Alzheimer's.
and stop adding to cholesterol count
by changing their diet.

I pray for day soda is no longer offered
as in truth its a great metal cleaning fluid.

When family members
put away cell phones and lab tops
to become a family again.

Yes I pray for the day,
of a decent tip
so... I say nothing and serve,
praying for the day.

On my eternal quest for love
I meander along
releasing layer after layer
of armor.

Some forged in past lives,
that harbored loneliness and abandonment.
Others in this life where spirits orchestration
gives challengers.

My quest for eternal light continues
as I hike along
releasing old mind-pattens
for new beginnings.

Sometimes dancing in sunshine,
where birds sing gracefully.
Other times crying to water
seedings of dreams buried.

Seeds, that now can sprout
in fields as I continue my quest.

When one marries a poet
they may receive poetry about themselves
BUT if they divorce
they take their poems with them
and there is no joint custody.

A Poet ******
I am gathering words
into my vat of mind.

Fingers use diving board of keyboard
to swim, as my addiction
to write increases
below moon
and sun lit sky.

I am a poet ****** getting my fix
from a deep breath where words surface
to satisfy my cravings.

Gentle, silly, emotional
and fire y words  
mount moving through vessels of heart
to fingers.

A poet ****** I am.
expanding with visions in a journey
where needs to write outweigh
needs to eat, or work.

There is no cure
for my addiction.
Only a desire to have my habit soothed
soothed by a magazine
willing to print my work
or readers willing to past the time.

Inside brain like coral,
my thoughts are like bronco
ready to ride.

Words are steadied,
as I mount with intention
to move cross page.

Blank page like fence opens,
as the race begins
and moments fly by
releasing time.

Faster I type gaining speed,
as mind aligns with visions.
as steed drifts with heartbeat
to merge with breathFaster my steed  drifts
as heartbeats roll out
melodies to merge with breath.

Stopping for a drink
of suns rays
gives energy to words
as thoughts are quenched
and I jump further into poem.

Until poem is done, and I can then rest
my gelding of expressions.
Until Minds poetic door closes for a time
and my feet take root on solid ground.

StarBG © 2017

Do you remember when time stood still,
and inner child was front and center?
Where hours didn't exist in playgrounds sand
and voice sang in freedom daily even off key.

Do you recall when dreams carried breath,
and self danced alone with morning birds?
Where smiles came easy
and worry alluded present moments.

Do you remember when mother came
reaching to hug and sooth all wounds?
Where life seemed simple
inside fun and games.

I recall it all and pass the ball to you
to celebrate life and
it’s gift inside all phases of expansion.

In a cosmic sea
of infinite possibilities
I plant a wish upon a shooting star.

A wish that my dreams will carry me
for renewal of a soul
that longs for peace.

In a cosmic sea
of forever challengers
I plant a wish on a comets aurora glow.

A wish that my dreams will anchor
nightly for rest
as I hold onto a cosmic string

Gratitude is like fuel.
It fills one's vessel so they may soar
with endless possibilities.

It expands in heart
To see with new eyes.

Gratitude
the tool to live
with in harmony.

Love and creativity
is woven in the very fiber of life.
It’s a woven tapestry
magnificent.
Its the yin with the yang.

Lying in bed, I shift my vehicle
into new day. A day that is blessed
by rising sun.

Feet become wheels, spinning in dance gracefully.
Skin is cleansed in carwash-like shower
that tickles to birth smile.

Moments captured in suns rays vibrate,
as gyrating beams flicker
and penetrate cells.

Air infused intentions
rise in thoughts expanding
to merge with gas-like breath.

Blessings surface, as guidance
from navigational system of heart
purrs, gracefully.
  
Brum, ***! echoes,
merging with days landscape,
as dance commences.

Brum, ***! fills air
as compassion toward others
becomes goal.
      
In instant, hands folded
on steering wheel of prayer
anchor, as gratitude fills thoughts.

As wind pervades senses
and birds sing on welcome mat
of ears woven by hair.

The day has begun in celebration,
while cruse controlled movements
connect to surroundings.

While alignment is made
to source as freedom bell rings
inside waking hours.

I’m blessed, ready to shift gears
inside unlimited possibilities
on highway of life.

Blessed to rondevu with light  
for peace, while fuel of love energies
congeal with purpose.

Purpose to make the best
of the gift of life given
in a vehicle anointed by God.

And I shall steer my vessel.
My sacred form upon
tides of great evolution,
as I drift in state of meditation.

Sun shines,
while menagerie of birds
surround with sweet sound.

Clouds dissipate
revealing rainbow sky
as consciousness awakes.

Guides come to lead
into the caverns of the heart
where drums echo.

It’s a grand moment,
whilst miracles on horizon center
in telescope like breath.

A grand day, as gratitude fuels
and pirate egos no longer stalk
so I move in peace.

Happy Merry Christmas and a Happy Healthy New Year
filled with the  bubble magic of life and the song of thy heart.
Filled with, the moments that seed dreams and the footsteps that dance.

Merry Happy Christmas and a Happy Healthy New Year
filled with clouds that part to see sunshines wisdom and heartbeats that expand to bring light.

For I scribe of the century bow to your greatness, one and all.

And I shall hallucinate my thoughts
into a vast sparkling pool of creativity.
One where fish swim gracefully
and heart sings to celebrate life.

Where verse becomes
like drifting wind
I catch in breath.
A place where pen rises
to oar my minds boat.

A boat where waves of poetry lead.

with dancing fingers and a flick of wrist,
I put thoughts to screen.

They pulsate aimed at eyes in shades
of rainbow hues.

REDS may launch emotions
While GREEN are words that carry healing.
BLUES are the scenes worth traveling in.
And White are like star-light phases
meant to light up hearts.

The color spectrum is endless
like universe that houses guides
to lead hands.

The breath is the key to unleash energies
that hug in moment.

With dancing fingers I march
sharing the parade of words
meant to be gifted to those who gather.

Everyday
I mold and remold myself
with the clay of God.

My sculpture tools
are the breath,
intention, compassion,
and love.

The excess clay
in structure from programming
of hate, greed, separation,
I dig out and it falls away
To disintegrate.

Everyday,
I look in mirror  
and see the greatness before me
smiling, grateful, full of life force energy.

A God's masterpiece in motion
ready to mold all my dreams
into reality.

In a marriage of the heart
poet and reader bond.
A secret matrimonial oath
is taken.
It ties knot-like commitment
to express by writer
and be read at any time
as word landscape is presented.

Sometimes judgements fly
whereby reader can’t grasp poets vision.
Normal it is for growth.
Other times it’s like a honeymoon
where smiles and admiration flies,
Normal it is for evolution.

Today I
call to those who visit
and purpose you
join in union with me,
if even for a brief time.
Join
as we marry under a canopy of HP

I follow,
follow,
follow,
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The spark that gives power to pen.
Expanding breath that bonds inside hands.
The light that integrates with words.

I follow,
follow,
follow
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The scenes that penetrate eyes.
Open ears that perk from birds.
The heart that whispers with song.

I follow
follow,
follow,
the moment that gives me purpose,
celebrating with gratitude
the inspiration where ever it leads.

The beauty of life on planet Earth-
NATURE,  MUSIC, CHILDREN
The ugly of life...
WAR, LIES, GREED
ALL in the name of expansion.
Purpose to realign consciousness
to tip scales
and let happy be on both sides.

She walks among the trees
in beauty     with grace.
Moving with voice
to make the wind
and leaves
dance.
She whispers into ears blessed
by her blanket of sound.

She is love inside natures landscape.
Golden yellow shadows in pond.
yellow rays that move from sun.
Golden voice echoing to cause birds to listen.

Se ta nahm Ja Se Tanahm Ja Hanuman
balances on strings that vibrate divinely.

She is a traveling musician
A gift on a day from Mistress Moon.
The moon that always shines
to open hearts.

Words are like a breeze in a poets mind.
They drift about within
until pen to paper is taken.

Until an invisible force like wind
pushes pen to orchestrate a symphony of prose.
A symphony like wind that plays inside a breeze.

My girth expands,
as I inhale into third Chakra.
A tickle erupts,
bonding breath
with moment.

Guides stand attentively
weaving their wisdom
onto heart
making Girih patterns of beauty.

I feel empowered,
blessed, grateful
to release old for the new.
To align, ready to do
journey of my awaken soul.

May your day be filled with sunshine and giggles that inspire and make you celebrate the moment that is a gift.

May you remember what it like to be a kid again and play inside the day connected to the excitement and wonder of life.

May you look in mirror and smile knowing that you are sacred and loved.

Tooth grabs attention
It making me feel terrible
Time to call dentist.

Tooth aches are an ouch.
Ouch I should have gone before
Appointment is made.

Too late Root Canal.
A day my pain will finally stop.
Numbness here I come.

A guru supplies wisdom willingly
as if its nourishment offered
with no calories.

As if Guru's
smile is condiment,
honor is bread,
and chips are his hug.

Definition of a poet  (1)
One who scrapes their knee and writes about it.

Definition of a poet (2)
A person who is an expert in playing
their heart stringed instrument.

Definition of a poet (3)
One who can recognize another poet and bows.

Definition of a Poet (4)
finds inspiration inside the breeze
and behind a memory.

I collect nuggets of wisdom wherever I go.
Inside steps of dance and tears of healing.
Gentle breeze and precious morning sunrise.
And whispers behind a poets voice.

I collect nuggets of wisdom  everywhere
In a child's presence and song of divine birds.
Silence behind ticking clock that vibrate.
And visions in eyes of dragon flies flight plan.

I collect nuggets of wisdom everywhere.
Inside beating of drum by American indians hand.
Breath of an inhale and exhale that balances.
And elders voice within meditative stance.

I collect nuggets of wisdom from everything.
And store them in heart thats an endless chest
with wisdom of its own.