A light poem of whimsical words,
colorful phases from a poets view
is like sugar confections.

They travel into reader as if eyes are a mouth.
They melt inside mind becoming visions to ponder.

Light poems I favor but if a dark one comes grabbing my eyes
I praise it because, in every box of chocolates there are some hard ones
equally as good.

StarBG © 2017

I’m taken care of by my spirit.
I’m taken care of by Gods love.
I’m feel blessings from the angels.
I’m divine to glide like dove.

I’m taken care of inside breath now.
I’m taken care of by Gods hand.
I feel blessed by loving beings.
I’m divine to move on land.

I’m taken care of to fly in dreams.
I’m taken care of by the Divine.
I feel blessed and am a blessing.
I’m divine inside grand rhyme.

I’m taken care of as I bow down.
I’m taken care of to reach out.
I feel my truth inside my heartbeat.
I’m divine as I do shout.

StarBG © 2017

Word-weavers we are carefully choosing
how to entwine our visions in moment.

We curve the textured linen page
with phases that in-hanse a readers mind.  

We create loops of poetic jargon
that dances to inspire a readers eye.

And when our cloth of vellum is done,
we present our gift to all who gather
in our tapestry of words.

T    THANKFUL for the energy of God that runs
through me to know I am an orchestration of Divinity.
          H   HAPPY for the gifts I have received
to make a difference in this world.
          A    APPRECIATIVE for the people in my life
          and those fellow writers who add to this site.
          N   NOTICING that I have a purpose and will
therefore move to celebrate life.
          K   KEEPING a positive attitude as I bring abundance
into the present moment.
          S   SAVORING the little things like a roof over my head
and food in my belly.
          G   GROWING inside the breath in-order to be a mirror of love.
           I    INSPIRED by the magic of Mother Nature and Father Sky.
          V   VERY peaceful knowing I am taken care of aided
by angels and guides.
          I    INTOXICATED by the gentle breeze and graceful seas.
         N   NURTURED by my own thoughts to manifest
all my dreams.
         G    GRATEFUL for all the extra terrestrials of light who
are here to aid humanity.

        H   HAPPY to be awake and ready to do what I came to
Earth to do.
        A    ACCEPTING that I am a master capable of aligning with joy
every moment of everyday.
         P    PATIENT knowing all things unfold in divine timing.
         P    POSITIVELY moving in my heart as I see the
beauty in everything.
         Y   YEARNING for the new year that will bring
new beginnings for all as we celebrate Thanksgiving 2019.

It's the dawn of a new day, a new time where masks made in mind disintegrate to see beauty beneath, to see the sun and ride a wave of dreams to become the dream.

The dawn of a new day, a new moment, a new life where love and compassion rules and masks that separate disappear. Where a new play begins as actors have only loving roles and light over powers dark.


StarBG © 2017

From the balcony of the universe,
in bleacher like clouds, they gather.
Many vibrate in place to observe,
As others aid the humans population.

From the far reaches of the galaxy
in energetic portals, they arrived.
Many reincarnate to assist mankind,
As others join with angels for the fight.

Fight...
To rid the world of the dark ones,
who have controlled all for too long.
To reinstate earth to its true beauty
and assist the many to integrate LOVE energies.
To help as more awaken and need guidance
so all align inside compassion and joy.
To aid in removing the veil of untruths
and stop the Cabal to bring world peace.
To do Gods work to make heaven on Earth,
as its meant to be.

From the balcony of the Solar System,
in the moment where sky holds stars,
love echoes with grace.  
Many beings send their admiration,
As mankind moves with grace
inside hearts with love.

StarBG © 2017

Rainstorms of rhymes
echo in mind.
They tickle senses
giving steps momentum.

They whisper in ears
to dance with umbrella closed.

Rainstorms of Rhythms
open consciousness.
They launch dreams that vibrate
behind thunderous clouds.

And when music ceases,
to radiate in cells for new starts    
a gift appears-
A Rainbow Heart.


StarBG © 2017

To override,
a bad memory
is to go into the heart.

To supersede
a scary moment
is to go into the heart

And to over-through
an ego mind
is to go into the heart.

The HEART a place to call home
with its endless supply
of love, safety, and peace.

The mind is an endless maze,
that calls to be investigated,
and be challenged as each brain cell opens.

The heart is a sacred temple,
that summons in song to investigate,
and live inside as one awakens to find peace.

The moment is a gift divine,
that ticks with the motions of a tock to explore.
Investigate as one masters
Earths Game before going home.


StarBG © 2017

To write, or not to write
that is the question,
as I stand at pedestal of my oak desk.
The moments fine to take the plunge.

To scribe, or not to scribe
that is the question,
as deep breath grounds my poet's heart.
The moments grand for starting new.

To scrawl or not to scrawl,
that is the question,
as fantasies grow inside dreams.
The moment is lined with adventures.

To compose, oh to compose
is the answer,
as energies of heart leads on,
and manuscript-like boat floats gracefully.

Floats to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.

Floats, to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.

StarBG © 2017

Rubble of mind builds
draining, disempowering,
de-crowning freedom.
Until, I take deep breath
to expel.
Expel a poem
that excites other minds
who too perhaps will write.


StarBG © 2017