Every morning I wake up and smell the dawn.
The smell of wind perfumed by flowers.
Songs of birds that align with sun and tickle ears.

Every morning I become a midwife.
Birthing poems that radiate inside heart.
Picking up pen to drift in moment.

Every breath I take I take as celebration,
for the wisdom that travels within.
For the power that comes by living authentically.

Daylight and I are one.
To be who I am riding the wave of light.
To send rays outward to all so peace is ours.

With backpack of words in mind
I start my day with prose.
Painting a picture for self to awake.
Its breakfast for the mind,
and exercise regime for fingers on keyboard.
It means being in moment
and standing with power.

With shower as a writer
I start my day with song.
My to-do list is readied
with errands in-between passion.
It’s fuel for a grand soul
and chance to freely dance in light gracefully.
It means being creative to fly like bird
and write on vellum white.

Everything inspires in visions to share.
Every breath gives birth to a literary phase.

With gratitude as a scribe
I start my day with words from heart
expressing light and kindness
to all who read.

StarBG © 2017

Everything speaks to me in poetically.
The breeze carries words.
Song melodies capture my heartbeat to write.
Even a crying child or darken sky
calls for attention to my creative mind.
It is a grand journey I lead
tickling a page with verse  to cleanse heart
Its an awesome life I lead
opening another so they may find
their own greatness.

Star BG © 2017

Everything inspires me.
The precious breeze, that whistles daintily.
The clouds, that form images grand.
The breath, that empowers with wisdom.

All things inspire me.
The sweet smell of blossoming roses.
The rainbow that expands in sky.
Even rains that come to cleanse a darken heart.

Everything inspires me.
The magical times that reveal miracles.
The smile of a child inside day.
And The simple praise
from one poet to another.

All things inspire me
as I move to the music of my heart.

DEAR HP Poets,
       My diary begins to echo with phases on a day when wind moves softly and ducks drift with grace.
       It begins with an entry whereby I take a thought and expand it into a song to light highways in eyes.
       It starts in my quiet existence where words are company and dreams seem idle. Where I moss code my heart to change it into words to scribe.
        My entry is complete as pen scripts gratitude for the poets on distant shores and the ones that perhaps live next door.

                                 Fondly,

                                 Star BG

Expand a vision

The sun burns brightly as birds in trees sing. There is a light breeze hitting ocean shore. Sand penetrates toes to tickle and activate a dream boat on a summer afternoon. Boat echoes with a whistle to get attention. It stays off shore waiting with golden sails and mighty bow.

Expand vision

The boat waits to pick you up as person on board waves with vigor.  They capture you with their smile, with their aroma on wind and with their regal bow. It’s the person you have waited for, for what seemed like a life time. Dolphins gather to escort your swimming strokes.  Soon you arrive at boat.

Expand Vision

He greets you warmly reaching out his hand to assist. He tells you, you look good in waters wave. Once aboard, your eyes lock and lips call. His lips melt into yours as time stops. Love sparks ensue, as energies kiss becomes fuel to make the ship take off with golden wings.

VISIONS COMPLETE, as together we fly off in harmony for evermore.


StarBG © 2017

I live in a fairytopia in mind, drifting with wings golden brown. With eyes that see beauty in everything. With a heart that expands with visions to write.

I live in a fairytopia, dancing to bond with Mother Earth. To live peacefully in oneness. To celebrate all who have gravitated to earth.

I live in a fairtytopia, moving with open heart. With a human-like body that sends love compassionately. With a dream that all can awaken for peace.

StarBG © 2017

A blanket of words covers heart,
warming my mind to expel its waves of prose.
It merges with gentle breeze,
as others sleep in lucid dreams.
As sleepless night becomes a gift
for field of poems to blossom.

A place I wander in, as birds first song rings in ear,
and stars of night sky disappear.

StarBG © 2017

The firefly flutters about at night
exposing  bright light into darkness.
Their purpose
to bring flashes to eyes
that ignite dreams.
Their goal to move
with wind on wings
to carry hope
and cleanse darkness before day.
They're little night fairies
meant to send love
through eyes that see.

Firefly, oh firefly what secrets do you carry?
Are they inside your glowing tip,
or beneath those wings that move gracefully.

Firefly, oh Firefly won't you dance inside my sight,
tickling senses so I may dream?
Won't you move inside my heart,
so I can spread my etheric wings?

Firefly, oh Firefly I thank you for your company
on night when stars match your glow,
when wind rustles in trees,
and I dance in harmony below the moon.

StarBG © 2017

Paul jones is a gift             who writes from his heart.
He constructs dyads        with charm and great grace.

My life unfolds now     with blessings and light.
Gratitude flows free       inside this grand day.