Everyday should be celebrated
as if it is one's birthday.
That way gratitude lives
with smiles and peace.

My dog loves me
everyday regardless
of my stature, brains, or habits.

My pooch loves me
daily regardless
of my reputation, singing out of key
or smelly armpits
I feel blessed
And me...
I love him like family
whereby
Mi casa es su casa

The essence of self is to whisper like wind
and climb mountains of words as scribe,
to arrive at destination of yet another poem.

My lights essence is to move
with grace recalling my eternal self
and celebrate life.

The essence of self is to shine like pulsating sun,
that radiates with love sweet love.

Isn't it grand,
to be in a family of poets  
where one another holds hands with sacred pen.

Isn't it grand,
to be connected to the inspiration
that grows in our breaths and day.
Isn't it grand,
to be one of many creative souls weaving the written word into tapestries divine.
Isn't it grand,
to be in a group where love of written word shines from our hearts.

My favorite color is RED.
It gives me a chance to let passions rise.

MY favorite color is ORANGE
It adds to my joy and creativity
letting me be serine.

My favorite color is YELLOW.
letting me shine inside love
and compassion.

My favorite color is GREEN.
It aligns me with balance
and stability for peace.

My favorite color is BLUE.
helping me shine light on sadness
and expand consciousness.

My favorite color is purple.
It aligns me with heart to have wisdom
and dance.

My favorite color is INDIGO.
reminding me of my soul mate,
who I love very much.

My favorite color is VIOLET.
It reminds meI am full of magic
with power.

I’m a walking RAINBOW,
divine and blessed
as I walk below sky.

In breath,
as if in a yogi meditation,
I find my thoughts
and aim them towards page.
The road I travel
with another deep breath
finds myself
writing a poem to ease mind.

Staff turns into breath
and envisioning footsteps
into words.

Poem takes life of its own
twisting and turning
with rythemic inhales
With each exhale,
descriptive words drift
like blossoming landscape
and exuberant heartbeat.

Time stops,
as I surrender
to the wisdom that flows.

Energies surround,
as poems completion nears end,
sitting near pond of mind.

A pond,
that holds a reservoir of idears
to someday anchor as poem
in my guru's mind.

My heart, my heart,
sings out the song of life
beating its drum like form
in all weather.

It vibrates
singing a songs of light
as breath hugs
with invisible fibers
the moment.

My heart, my heart
precious with dimensions far
storing memories in its
cravens red.

It echoes
trilling with passions
for the dance of love
as expansion commences.

My heart, my heart,
chants dreams orchestrated
in fields wide
under majestic moon.  

It calls
expanding to be harvested
in notes that radiate outward
as cells frolic in mind.

My heart, my heart.
I shan’t leave home
without it.
Nor will waver not
with beat in celebration
for life, for love
for dreams.

My heart is a vast island
sitting in a precious form.
Waiting for an old soul
to reach its shores.
Perhaps,
its you if you have
secere eyes that see
the beauty in hilltops grand.
Perhaps,
if you carry no aminution
that scars for my island is sacred,
and I only welcome the loving.

My heart is enchanted
by its own beating song.
By the orchestration
of musical charm
filled with love.

My heart is enchanted
with the vibration
of cell's cheering on organs
to feel the magical moment.

My heart is enchanted
as I move in footsteps
greeting all
with their hearts
golden melodies.

My heart is enchanted
filled with
energies of gratitude,
as I feel oneness being
my own
bandleader of dreams.

My hero is the writer
who sits with grand wisdom
bringing light inside shadow of my heart.

The one who scribes their life expedition
to document their valuable finds.

My hero is the sage who whispers in dead of night
to comfort eyes on sleepless eve.

The one who is a gift even if they never know it.

My hero is a wordsmith,
the one who corrals great thoughts
to pen upon fertile minds.

The one I meet in mind
to dance with on a highway of verse.

I took a ride on a third dimensional earth vessel.
pivoting around in footsteps of ground.

It took me into a state of forgetting to reinvent self
and find my inner light.

It took me on a journey to expand on a planet
of a young race where sleeping was the norm.

Exposure to the elements of sadness and separation
bombarded my being.
Vibrations of lack, fear, and doubt,
penetrated my thoughts
adding to a confused mind where ego took control.

Until I broke free
Free to recall who I am as I road an elevator of the fifth dimension.

Free to live inside love, compassion, and bliss.

Free to reacquaint self with higher self.

Ask yourself
Have you MYHS today
(met your higher self)

If your reading this. It is time.

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.

My human vessel yearns.
Yearns, to leave time behind,
and board a train to the higher frequency.

My vessel is ready.
to be activated,
and merge with higher dimensional self.

Third dimensional clutter loosens,
as reality shifts.
As I align to find my truth.

Mind expands with breath for harmony.
as creation I crave.
As I Crave to create peace in heart.

My starship human form moves.
on road to aid others,
as I celebrate life.

Perhaps, we shall meet there.
to dance in dreams.

My journey, your journey
both of different scripts
played out by spirits orchestration.

It starts, as soul jumps into human form
and vessel grows.

It begins with a veil covered
across mind until ready to be unwrapped.

It starts, with lessons and experiences,
building till disclosure to truth occurs.

My journey, your journey
both sacred filled with
gifts that align in moments of miracles.

It unfolds, as all carry
roadmap in the heart
where compass is breath.

It unfolds, as sleeping person awakes
and freedom becomes ours.

Rays beat down
pouring, swirling,
opening eyes and cells
to celebrate new day.

Darkness of night
absent in moment,  
as wind picks up to hug.

Clouds vanish
revealing blue sky,
as miracles surface in breath.

Ray of light activates,
souring from heart,
emanating in smile.

Rainbow prisms
unseen by naked eye
filter into self
igniting recall of divinity.

We share moment
to awaken
and live authentically
in heart that sings with birds.

We dance gracefully  
to savor    
and live with gratitude
as sacred beings.

My ray of light,
your ray of light,
a gift anointed by God.

I wear a medal
received in the Olympics of life.
Gold for family
who has run the mile with me.
Silver for my perseverance through
challengers of self-worth.
And Bronze for my gifts
of writing that has expanded over the years.

Yes I wear my medals proudly
as winner in life
moving in the breath of gratitude.

A solemn stare at wall
An old rocking chair slowed in time.
A sad smile trying to find words trapped inside a 91-year-old woman.

All part of a soul aging.

A mother clinging to shadows of a familiar face without a name.
The smell of old age taking over senses.
A mother turned child and child parent.

All part of a long life unwinding.

A mind no longer able to give mothering advice once had.
Eyes that speak of loneliness wanting to go home without knowing where home is.
And unbalanced feet trying to walk

All part of a child's challenge. All part of the word dementia.

My mothers in a holding pen before she dies.
Walls decorated with fake flowers
and pictures she doesn't see.
People in corridors in wheelchairs
where smells stagnant from old age permeant nostrils.
Where food severed under heading of meals barely healthy
is thrown on plates by aids trying to end their shift.

And me I see her through bars of her own fading mind.

My mother is living in an institution before she passes.
Waiting out the hours where memories are as distant
as a few and far between hug.
A place called a memory ward that fills her with medication
causing a bed time of 6PM.

And me I see her through invisible bars of an empty stare
and mouth that strains for words.

My mothers living in a old age holding pen before she
cashes in her chips and turns up toes.
A place that helps fill her day with old TV shows
watching with an unfocused eye and restless body.
An expensive place thats situated on tree lined street
she goes out not often.

And me I see her through door with bolted lock
that rings out reminding us both she's imprisoned.

My mothers living in a cell for the forgotten,
waiting for her life sentence of journey to end.
Where one can see inside her distant stare, she misses dad and her hearts wishes to be with him.
A place she's waiting for warden-like angels to free her
and guide her to roam in peace and freedom.
The home in stars where she can feel my love
and see her life legacy was well lived.

And me I just smile grateful for time left to say Mom “I love you,” forgetting all difference. Words I never know will be said for the last time to her longing ears.

My mother is a poem
A haiku for sure I say
A gift from heaven.

She nurtured my life    
like flower she’ll always be    
blossoming with light  

Mother Doris rocks
Sharing wisdom at every age        
Teaching how to be

Mom inspired me.
though sometimes we fought in life
I love her so much

She carried my soul
helping me grow and survive
helping me love self.

With memory gone
doesn't matter love is strong  
love weaves love in smiles.

My old Name
is way gone.
Changed for the better
due to awakening
inside life.
Gone to pasture
to grow like weeds
far from my flowering self.

Gone to travel back to vat of letters
from parents mind.

My old name
something
that no longer serves.
It was a snake that tried to bite
with purpose to ****.
It moved in younger days
between tall grass-like people
who did not understand me.

It grew attaching itself
with judgments and insecurity
labels I could not shake.

My name now has evolved
in shamanic journey
becoming a song
to match my heart and essence.

My new name,
destined to live and breath
as other people learn it,
and we celebrate together.

My Odyssey begins at break of day,
as sun tickles the horizon,
and I feel an excitement
for the unknown.

Senses perk
as birds fly before eyes with grace.
Moments revel a magical reality,
I assist in constructing.

My odyssey begins when head hits pillow.
As busy day and darken sky brings desire to sleep.
As I feel an excitement
for the unknown.

Senses expand
as visions grand surface.
Moments revel a magical reality
I am gifted and guided through.

My Odyssey begins
inside my present reality,
AND, forever when I decloak
out of human form.

StarBG © 2017

My heart beats lovingly with nobarbed wire  to prevent visitors.
No quicksand at one's feet to become immobilized.
No fearful voodoo curses to beware of
As dusk approaches.

My prescription
of rythemic heartbeats
travels to all who wish to sit at my table
and dine with energies of love.

In the parish of my creative mind,
at alter of pen and light
I stand.
Speaking to congregation of readers.

My message is simple:
Love thyself and love others.

My song is gently:
Listen to music of your heart
so you live with compassion.

My sermon is delicate:
Move with Gods spark which is
infused within your being.

My love is strong,
as I bow to your greatness.
and thank you for your patronage.

Your welcome to stop by anytime.
for I live in a church of love.

Take my crazy and mix it with a bit of sanity
and Wala you have a me clone.

Take my love and mix it with the moment
and voila you have harmony.

Take my faith and mix it with trust
and shazaam you have a miracle.

Take my intention
with my poetry
and you have
a loving friend.

And I, shall take
the life force energy
streaming within...
that fantastic vibration that anoints
as child of The Divine...
to mold it as if clay
with events
that lead to a full life.

I shall dip self inside love
and paint a life with dancing brush.
With footsteps that hold mystery and awe.

I shall live
inside the grip of heart
and ride like stallion
in many an voyage in the miracle of life.

The gift given when we visit human form.

I love
my poetic mind.
The one that pulsates
giving me words
to anchor my ship
in rough tides.
The one that vibrates truth
in hope that another reads
to resonate with
on shores of poems.
I love my poetic mind
the one I never
leave home without.

Sometimes I sit at my desk
and think that MY poetry writes me.
That it bubbles up like rising dirigibles
tweaking my impulses to write.

Verses become effervesce tickles
to launch heartbeats.
Canopies of breath filled with words
get syphoned into heart.
Bristol waves of passions
gracefully float
traveling
from heart to hand with pen.
Dancing Pen to crystal page.
Golden text to readers eyes
and than perhaps a readers hand
who graciously gifts me with sun
and smile.

My poetry is seething,
like a *** of boiling gold.

The words surface
to be mixed delicately
with heart shaped spoon.

My breath to inhale
as smoke fills with visions
meant to be scribed.

I am blessed to be a caretaker of the prize of self.
I am grateful to give my words flight
so perhaps they will boil with a gold offering
to a readers eyes.


StarBG © 2017

is short and sweet
releasing inner workings of mind.
BUT I must confess
I have illness. I am a
HippopotomonstrosesquiPedaliophobic
no worries my poetry is not effected.

And I shall move
dressed in gentle breeze
of aspirations.
Searching for the
one to fill my heart
with love.

I move, in forest walls
and open lands
carrying backpack of faith
and hope.

I dart from pond to pond
hoping to see my prince
emerge who will
shelter my dreams.

Time passes,
as I embrace the sun
welcoming its friendship
and encouragement.

As I surrender
to realize
many a frog must be kissed
before finding
my beloved princeling.

Ribbit Ribbit, me thinks I
hear his song.

My quill I rise in vertical stance,
letting it flow with Divine orchestration.
Its feather posture drifts as if still on birds wing,
spiraling in graceful form.
Words turn into sentences.
Sentences phases
as vellum explodes with visions.

My quill instrument vibrates
in scripted form dancing
to make waves cross ocean-like sheet.
Moments melt away.
Words become lines that
carry bubbles of thoughts
meant to float into other minds.
Sentences become bench posts
that corrals a perspective
as images collide on page.

My quill remains vertical in mind
at all times
as writer merges with moment.
As day evolves with more fuel
to push pen.
As page glistens from sun of heart.