Oh to sit in own vessel of grace
with determination.
To drift rowing cross highways of waves
for expansion.
Waters swirl, carrying self
into title-waves of change.
Moments pass below blue
and sometimes tempest skies.

Destination is clear
to paddle with heart and soul.
Destination is attainable
inside winds of change that beckon.

Inside turmoil that leads
to new perspectives
and calm waters
on pathway for peace.

Peace is a glorious feeling
to be embodied and cultivated
in the self first.
It becomes a force inside a vibration
to intice others to join.
And like river of vibrational waves
it spreads quickly.
The result World Peace.

Oh to know what's hiding
inside a poets mind.
Actually any mind would be
an interesting journey.

Tip toeing inside a writers mind I will go
with anticipation and awe.
Hunting for buried treasure,
to perhaps find a gold nugget of an idea.
Or a Phase to launch a rocket.
Maybe just one word
will make a mountain of verse
where I will find a cave to excavate.

Eureka success found
with a
wealth of inspiration
to spend inside
my store of mind.

A penny for your thoughts...Keep it clean.

A penny for your thoughts launches honesty.

If a penny buys one a wish, does that mean
five cents gets five wishes?

A penny went a long way in past but now not so much.

“Pennies add up fast so feed me. I’m hungry.”
A child's piggy bank whispered. Do adults hear?

Pennies fall from heaven with blessings but people
forget to open their heart wallets.

A penny saved is many a penny spent on another day.

Take penny in hand and offer it to a friend
so they receive the gift of a wish.

To offer your two cents is to give advice where one might not like it. So consider keeping your two cents to yourself.

There are no more penny candies
or penny post cards so very sad.

If pennies really fell from heaven than you best have an umbrella when you go out or at least open pocket

It takes a lot of work to stretch a penny
and these days it doesn't go far.

A person who is bad is no longer a bad penny. Now he’s a bad dollar...Inflation

There are no more penny loafers. They are a quarter loafer...Inflation continues.

When a parent names their child Penny, perhaps they are reminding them to be thrifty all their life.

The pen gives
And in return breaths
A flight upon
A momentary breeze
Warm and gentle
Lost in time
Set in stars
Strung in lines
Blessed to be
so divine
writers rhyme

Pen transmutes
barton it be
waving far
writing free
Beauty echoes
nights not long
Lullaby celestial song

Stars wink gold
invites new sun
Drifting graceful
I feel one
Ink ushers
sun to rise
good night
precious
star filled skies.

Welcome sun
rising in breath
Pen sleeps still
resting at last
nighttime a blast

With quill aimed
at a white surface
I raised my pen.

Feathered quill was filled
with energy ready to strike,
as if bow were words
and pen arrow.

The enemy was white
and blank faced
as i felt unseen eyes
stare hidden
in a snowy field.

With full arsenal of breath
I focused,
as soon visions came alive
inside a landscape
where ink flew hitting its mark
The snowy white banks
were no longer.
In its place a house was built
where a poem
now lives.

My pen is a heaven sent miracle.
A quill as if blessed by bird.

It dances cross fields of white
anointing page.

It gracefully moves
with intention to bond
inside readers eyes and breath.

It becomes sword of light
to aid a sad readers heart
and opens windows
for harmony.

My pen is like metronome
that ticks consistently
to meter rhyme.
And drifts with lyrical song
that echoes Divinely.

Yes, my pen is a heaven sent miracle,
and I am the poet that holds its essence.

Humanity has been hijacked.
Taken prisoner
by controlling powers.

Humanity has been railroaded
as people
are trapped in routines of life
unaware that tentacles of control have infiltrated
every aspect of life.

But there is hope...
AS PEOPLE awaken
to know their foods are poisoned and eat better.

AS PEOPLE stop being brainwashed by watching
news and go to alternative news stations for truth.

AS PEOPLE stop taking the vaccines that have chemicals in them  that get us sick to stay healthy.

AS PEOPLE begin to let go of set religions and their rules from altered bibles to align with God what ever they feel it is.

AS PEOPLE stop destroying the planet and take responsibility to our precious Mother Earth,
Father sky, and Animals.

AS PEOPLE stop accepting war
as an alternative for anything
and align with love our true nature.

Humanity is awakening
as more people learn truth
and are aided by our galactic visitors.

Hope is now sewn into the fibers of our timeline.
To be cultivated with the blessings of God.

StarBG © 2017

It is not money
that makes one truly prosperous,
but the energy of a smile,
a handshake,
a kind gesture.
These are the things that catapult a spiritual being
into feeling wealthy.
Because when a being
sends golden love infused gestures out,
it soothes the soul and makes one rich.

I am a philosophic dreamer,
moving on fields of open mind.

I dance and steps vibrate
in patterns of sacred geometry.

I sing and music echoes
causing heart to expand with grace.

I breath deep and lungs fill
with air infused wisdom.

I love and the universe matches my essence
so miracles occur.

I dream and all fits into place
inside divine timing.

I am a philosophic dreamer,
blessed inside the celebration of life.

Photographer and poet
one in the same.
A breed
connected
with visions that come alive
with button-
extension of the finger
and pen-
an extension of the hand.

Photographer and poet
one in the same.
Both expansive hearts
with creative drives.
Both with invitations
to let the observer dream.

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.

Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.

Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.

Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.

Word plants begin as seedlings of ideas
watered with breath and intention.
They grow as Pick-like pen
weeds out unneeded jargon.

Word plants sprout as roses,
daffodils and even daisies.
Sunflower-type words are my favorites.
And even with darken sky
which brings rain needed for growth

I sing outward to draw eyes.
Eyes that spark lungs to breath deep
as my word scents of phases
anchor while poem blossoms.

Today I play in my playground of creativity.
Gate is open anytime rain or shine.

Sew Saw moves up and down with words grand.
Swings motion, lets me glide with phases of rhythm.

Slide allows self to go whoosh with visions
And monkey bars I climb,
almost reaching sky inside thoughts.

Oopse,
looks like rains begun.
Perfect time to catch emotional lyrics,
and add them to my poems.

Oh please don't sell yourself short.
el great one’s who walks with poet inside
Oh please take breath and smell the grand roses
of your soul that calls.
That whispers for your story to be told.
Oh seeker of inner love on rainy night
stay strong in storm of tears
for the rainbow is close behind.

I am a poem generator
in human form.
Revving up my motor
in morning light.

I drink words
like someone would coffee.
I get inspired
by the gentle breeze,
that carries birds song.

I am a poem generator,
with purpose to anoint page
so many gather.

I ingest ideas like one would eat a meal
where tip becomes the poem.

I dancing as if each phase
is a step aligning with musical heartbeat.

I am a poem generator
inviting eyes to take action and read.
Read to travel
into a vortex of light.

I have a healthy diet I do
a diet of positive thoughts
Of whispering gratitude
Of aligning with The Divine.
Of balancing with life force energies.

I have a healthy diet I do
a diet of trust and compassion
Of positive affirmations
Of aligning with my heart
Of balancing with love sweet love.

Quote:
to be healthy means to maintain
the vibration of love, have a diet of good wishes, positive thoughts and connecting to the pure feelings of The Divine’s light.

Like Yogi’s meditation
my poem will echo.
Whispering cross ears
as readers hearts opens.

Breath deep my words of praise
I send to all
Let inhale roll out
to the out breath,
drifting in a field of verse.

Breathe with goal to relax
into state of self worth.
Merging in moment
to celebrate life.

Like a Yogi’s mediation,
my poem calls out.
Moving behind readers
who sit in my word arena.

A place of serenity
for all to gather
And refresh
their conscious minds.

Your poems are sunshine themselves
Don't need any sun to throw light!

You are a star yourself
Don't need any star bright!

You uplift the mood with
Your daily positive write!

You enlighten hp with
Your love and light!

Sun did shine upon my poem.
It trended to some eyes unknown.
So I read comments yes dear.
I felt peace and love so near.

I infused love in a poem,
before posted then I roam.
Roam across fields in my day.
Finding visions as I pray.

I Pray with a grand grateful song.
Knowing that I can't wrong.
As I'm connected ideas come.
Then I write a poem for fun.

Do Take poem and start to read.
I hope I will plant A seed.
And Perhaps a Sun you'll send.
I will thank you much dear friend.

A little game of poem tag I play
running across vellum page
with inspiration.

Warmth enters form,
as I write lead by an invisable cord from another writers mind.

Visions comes
with grace while light filters in room.
where weather is grand
inside four walls.

Momentum builds,
as I scribe to whisper tag your it.
And I Drift in place
seemingly void of time
to end my write,
grateful.

Visions inside eyes become inspiration
for a wandering poet.
One who has a quiver of pens
to grab.
Who has a sharp colorful pen to load as arrow
and bow to shoot toward page.
Feather moves through air collecting words
as proper aim hits target of page squarely in the middle
Bulls eye... another poem is written.

There they stood, as poet
in the shadows of their own words.
Whispering to enchant my eyes.

Verses become musical notes,
vibrating with grace.
Song an anchor for smile,
as breath moves in morning light.

Time slows while I dance,
with poetic rhythms.
Moment give feet chance
to move in waltz of mind.

And as I wander in words
that shine flame of creativity,
I celebrate in a whisper.

Gratitude,
for a talented wordsmith
present in the ethers of a computer hall.

And as I move gracefully in boat of a poets dream,
waves become peaks of phases that dance daintily.
Oars become pen to mirror rivers sounds.
Heart turns into sun showering with rays of creativity.

Yes I do drift in realm of no time,
where birds sing and peacocks dance.
Destination... an island,
where I do sit at golden shore
writing a sonnet in harmony.

A humming poet-bug bit me
It did not sting rather, tickle as words flowed.
They moved into heart where a pool filled.

The outcome...
I am a poet for evermore scribing,
as I swim in waters of verse.

With maestro barton-like pen
I begin my song.
My lyrical words ready
for ears and eyes.

With its stick filled with passions
I continue to write,
focused on covering blank page
with notes of words.

They move dancing in rhythms.
They expand tickling hair follicles
They are alive as if each sound is a musical beings.

And thus the symphony is done.
Completed for lids that applaud.

I am poet dance partner for thy eyes.
tickling with visions,
to launch your imagination or emotions.

I dance to the music of heart
with backdrop of rustling wind
so you may sway gracefully.

I share poetic words
collected and stored
in treasure chest of mind
exploding like fireworks.

When stars come out to play
I vibrate with song
to cavort delicately.  

Yes I am your poet dance partner,
moving to script upon page
for you to unwind after a long day.

I am a tall multifaceted sided top.
Turning in moment.
Twirling with my pen spinner.

There is inner glow that shines
were each side is infused with words.

When I land on one side
A sad poem may emerge
where emotions are felt.

If the side falls on a smile
a poetic song laced with rhyme
Surfaces.

I never know what side will emerge
on any given day or moment.

I never know but ever poem is a gift
A window of self
ready to share.  

Sometimes another poet will turn me
and inspire with their words.

Guess relatives can call me
a chocolate dreidel
filled with sweet or bitter poems.

We on Hello Poetry
and all sites of poetic nature
are a family.
We Bond with the best
Poe, Dickinson Whitman
Frost, Platt and Cummings
All those whose heart
expelled masterpieces
that world celebrates.
Who know how to tame the written word.

We are all lion tamers
where are pens are whips
and fortitude outweighs fear.

Grand Family, move over
I the poet is born
growing stronger everyday.

Move over for I claim
my place as you hug me
in ethers of forever.

The rest of the world
just doesn't see me yet.
But they will. They will.

And with sword like pens
we will duel Inside hearts
creatively fencing our way
through a poem.
Un-guard the moments right.
Touché the air is sweet.
I bow...we both win.

Endless poems surface
from poets river in mind.
Waves containing fish-like words
move gracefully
as pen becomes oar.

Woven net of breath
captures some
while others are thrown back
for expansion.

catch is laid
on white screen-like table
cleaning them
before displaying my prizes.

Soon they are ready
for a wandering eye,
as I a poet fisherman continues to troll.

I with visions sit,
perched before tablet.
Wings expand infused with words
and fly with poetry gracefully.
Inspiration comes in delicate wind
and sun's rays.
Poetry sets me free.

I sit feet firmly planted
mind aligned.
Ensconced as I enter
a world inside
the creative either’s of internet,

Letters tap away
like making beautiful sounds
that mesh with birds song.

My fingers come alive
on diving board of keyboard,
feeling the vibrations of words
waiting, like bride at alter
or midwife ready for birth.

They move gracefully,
tapping upon sea’s keyboard
whose tide of letters
carry a calm aura.

Time stops
as I become a bird moving
gracefully across open sky,
to anoint a white cloud-like page.

Every footstep becomes a word
as I journey with hug of breeze.

Every phase meshes with breath
with purpose to a gift another’s eye.

And when action is taken
to release into poetic either’s
my creation, I smile,
knowing perhaps
another heart I will open."



StarBG © 2017