A million smiles I store inside
having them center in my heart.
Ready, to bust out at  any moment in breath
Ready, to explode to greet another with honor.

It’s a grand day
when I can share a smile,
and launch self to connect
Connect to a grand soul,
that of you the reader.

StarBG © 2017

A moment awake I move in
consciously processing the surroundings.
Emotions expand to capture my true feelings.
Footsteps move to carry me to many of doorway.

A moment asleep I drift in
subconsciously traveling to places unknown.
Emotions still expand to fill a dreamscape reality.
Footsteps guided by beating heart move me in realm timeless.

Moments build until my sand hourglass must be turned
to revaluate and begin again in the game of Earth bound life.

StarBG © 2017

What is a moment,
that transmutes behind the silence?
It is but the breath of life that unravels with every step.
It is an intention to dance and make use of the rhythms invisible.

How do we grasp a flitting moment,
that comes and goes just like the sunrise?
It is to open heart and carry the beating melody gracefully.
It is to be home in the self to feel peaceful and celebrate.

How does one understand a flitting soul,
who holds love inside oneness?
It is to move in gratitude that transmutes into steps divine.
It is to honor a moment while here for off earth there is no time.

StarBG © 2017

Some people wake up and shower into their day.
Other people eat breakfast to sooth stomach.
While still others mount
their horse of challengers
to ride moment.

Me, I write
scribing thoughts destined for page
Thoughts,
as poet within revs up
motor of heartbeats
to celebrate day.

My poet guide angel sings to me,
when moon drifts in diamond sky.
And words float in and out
being a gift I wrap in sentence.

When dreams surface inside
songs hug, that carries blessings.
And memories dance in mind
calling to be scribed.

One word becomes match to ignite prose. One moment in heart a chance
to scribe a map for eyes.
One lifetime to align and feel love
as I play in field of prose.

My poet guide angel comes,
shinning a lantern of love.
It frees me to annoint page
and whisper gratitude for a path
where light and dark is celebrated.

Wrapped in wings of love
the angels come
giving me a tickle a smile.

Their presents radiates in sunlight.
in wind that dances on skin.

Wrapped in wings of pure love
the angels come
giving me encouragement.

Their presence makes me sing,
in moment that explodes.

Explodes as I love them
and love myself.

StarBG © 2017

We yes we have been bred by forces of the Cabal.
Forces that encourage separation
fear, lust, greed, lack.
We've been bred to use Mother Earth
till she's bare
****** her asserts blind to her gifts.
We have been lied to and poisoned by our foods
Being kept from our natural gifts as spiritual beings

But alas people are awakening.
They awaken every day
with rise of sun and starry night.
They awaken to know we are sacred beings
transmuted into human form.
Form to finally wake up in these new times
to live in harmony.

Yes harmony with
no hate
no separation
no judgements
both toward self and others
no greed
no hunger.
And in abundance
our birthright.

Great change are here.
It comes as new energies anchor on earth.
It comes by going into the heart.
It starts with a footsteps of an
open readers eyes.

A poem, is just a feeling away.
A thought, ignited by breeze.
A breath, that bonds with memories.
A simple smile, that travels with hug.

A poem, is just a moment away.
An opening, where pen romances mind.
Where light, and dark collaborate,
and plain word becomes a pearl.

A poem, is just a vision away.
An intention, that rockets upward.
A challenge, that fills a page.
A song, as sweet as birds.

Yes, a poem is just inches from birth,
where writer becomes unseen but heard.

A poet is rich with words and shares the ***.

A poetic mind does wish to speak,
in dead of night with stars.
They echo inside mind and dreams,
so trip I'll take to Mars.

And there my pen will rise in thoughts,
to write and write I say.
I'm so grateful to scribe in light,
and sing a special way.

You may now wonder why I go,
so far to write in heart.
That is where my poems are born,
so in my dreams, I start.

Start to echo within grand schemes,
inside a poem, I'll rhyme.
Then I wake to sit at screen.
My poems flow oh so fine.

Phases form as I do write
I make a reader scene.
So time stops as your eyes gleam,
inside my vision dream.

StarBG © 2017

A poet is like excavator,
digging through cave like walls of self
even when dark visions come.

A poet is like ballerina,
using words with poetic power
to spin thoughts inside readers mind.

A poet is like hiker,
walking up mountain with stored words
to be sorted out inside quiet.

A poet is like farmer,
planting a crop of words to help grow
a new perspectives for reader.

A poet is like a painter,
creating a masterpiece to excite
conveying visions with their gifts.

A poet is a human,
opening their precious heart
as they share a personal reflection.

A poet is like a pregnant female
laboring to birth a creative work
for the world to see and feel.

A poet is me,
who writes, to tame a raging sea of words within.
Who writes with her passion and heart.

StarBG © 2017

My words are like sugar
sweeting life with my verse.
They tickle the heart through eyes.
They temp the sleeping to awake.

My words become a flowing stream,
asking one to spare some time.
Asking one to open mind.

My words, I gift to you I say
to sweeten your day with love
as you go your precious way.

One day a poet looked up to the sky and wondered...
How come we can't add letters to the alphabet?
She pondered the question asking for an  answer
from moon adrift in night sky.

The answer came swiftly. “So you wish to add a letter? Why not a whole language, as the present alphabet used has been molded with cement for minds not use to feeling by ancestors and it could use adjustments. Besides, if you just choose a letter or two unless those reader is awake to feel their meanings, it would not be understood defeating languages purpose." It said sending rays of light in breeze to hug giving poet encouragement.

With a breath an entire language emerged from the woman poet, letter for letter, sound to sound. When done she smiled, feeling the freedom of a spoken language consecrating her tittle of a true creative poetess. It was a language of love brewing in her for ages and now was free like her beating heart.

TO READ ON would mean you would have to read from heart feeling the scripted poem.
IF YOU CHOOSE NOT TO, just stop here and consider this just a fairytale.

Jalatra la love
Eamatra lastene a lonaing
letterina lo l a latea
Jalantra la love lo uquara la iva
love le love
lee lay


StarBG © 2017

An arrow of light pierced my heart
causing tidal wave of dance to ensue.
I step in breath and celebrate my divine self.
I walk standing tall to greet day in grace.

And as I bleed
with compassion toward all
I smile grateful that bow hit its mark
from the universe.
The universe that aligns to awaken
inside the light of love for peace.

StarBG © 2017

Beside a brook of rippling dreams,
I watch the golden sunlight beams.
They frolic on the silver foam,
as I do sing and dance to roam.

And fish shall glide inside grand style,
to drift and yes they’ll stay a while.
Before they disappear in light.
The fish they are a sacred sight.  

A peaceful place I found at stream.
It makes for a great peaceful scene.
So mediate I will this day.
I echo gratitude to pray.

With rock in hand I’ll toss to wish,
inside this day I will feel bliss.
To swim and hear the birds sing strong.
Inside of love,  I can’t do wrong.

And with my dreams I will touch sky
and question not inside a sigh.
The sun and brook gives power light.  
I know my life will be alright.

StarBG © 2017

"To live in gratitude, is to fuel the heart.
To fuel the heart is to live in dreams."
To live in dreams, is what were meant to do.

StarBG © 2017