Where did the time go?
My son is grown and far away
sowing his oats for his future.

My marriage status
is one of single,
where he now is remarried.

My mother is in her nineties
with memory gone
as my heart still grieves
the loss of my father.

And my retirement is active
so my funds must be juggled
as days melt into others.

Where has the time gone?
Fleeting faster and faster
inside my journey.

But alas, I still have
a long time to live,
where I...
shall rule my world
and make a difference.

Where are you SUN?
I wonder,
on this night where cloudy thoughts
match night sky that hides the moon.

Where are you,
burning lantern of light?
On this night where hours seem like days
and worries build.

I hope you come up soon,
so I can get lost in my busy day.
And perhaps
get some rays filled with answers.


StarBG © 2017

What happens,
at night when everyone’s asleep
and you feel so, so alone?

Where any poetic words written
seem to echo the reality
of being unread or heard?

What happens at night,
when heart aches with despair,
as  ships of dreams
seem to have sailed without you?

Where do you put the many tears
when tissue box is empty
and heart, feeling lost still hurts?

What happens,
when even stars and moon hide
from view to make one feel
their existence matters little?

Where do you go,
when you feel like heart
is closed to loving self
and Tsunami sadness wave envelops you?

You quietly go in breath
waiting for the morning sun
where...
things may look better.

In land of negativity
one experiences reality
of sadness.

In the land of lack
one harbors energies
of not.

In the land of fear
one has escapades
of darkness.

In the land of love
one rises in freedom
of soul.

WHERE DO YOU WALK?

On whispers like the wind
I sing,
softly meshing voice with currents.

My feet,
are catapulted
into air rhythms,
My body begins to dance
becoming like ocean waves
headed to shore.

Perhaps, there I will meet a partner
to drift with on beach,
where memories are born.

If not, I will smile
feeling gentle wind at back
moving gracefully
in slipstreams of dreams.

I am the song of my heart
playing inside grace.
Whispering cross air highways
to enter tunnels of ears.
I sing like my teacher the bird.
and echo with harp strings of heart.
I chant attuning to wisdom
and celebrate life with gratitude.
I am an orchestrated melody
one of an old creative soul
looking for accompaniment.

I am a living breathing being
on journey.
Air cool to face
breath merging with moment
sky tickling eyes.

My soul awakes,
as energies touches heart.
Feet move gracefully.
Eyes open wide.
Colors become vibrate.

I am a living expanding being,
on journey.
Stars speak with grace.
Light integrates with dark.
Gifts align to explore.

My soul sings
as light carries wisdom.
Ears ring with song.
Body tingles energizing.
Feelings explode within.

I now know all things
trees, rocks, animals,
people, even weeds
are on journey
having story to tell.

Time to open hearts champaign
with breath of life.
Time to celebrate
every moment connected
with all in unity and love.

I am a farmer
cultivating the self within.
I breath and cleanse my thoughts,
root my steps,
balance in heart.

I breath and reach out hand,
dance on land
connect to universe
harvest crop of love.

I am a gardner
moving in field of earth
the place I choose to be.

Every moment,
holds woven threads of inspiration
when you appreciate fabric of journey,
to move with needle-like pen.
A poet seamstress, I be.

I am a gift
eternal and divine
like sun that beats in rays golden.

I be a wander of the universe
tickling my own consciousness
so soul expands.

I am sacred like the soul,
every evolving
as love in form whispers divinely.

I be the I am Avatar
vibrating to anoint
as Gods gift to the world.

I am the integration
of dark and light
to be a conduit  
of love sweet love.

I am you
you are me
and yet
uniquely different
with sparks of creativity.

Hooray for the Universe
that is home for expansion to
awakens
self to know self.

I be a troubadour
marching streets paved
in lines of vellum.

My trombone of pen
releases words elegantly.
My breath dances,
on courtyards for eyes.

I am a troubadour
that moves before
all prince and princesses
born upon earth.

My instrument
is stored in heart
of red velvet case.
My intention is
to spread lyrics joyfully.

I am a troubadour
marching proudly
with my troupe of script.

My invitation stands
for all to gather on sidelines.
My intention is to share
melodies from a scribes score.

I am an elf moving in human attire.
I prance I dance in holiday season
sharing hugs and smiles.
Celebrating with laughter, Compassion
and forgiveness.
I am an elf promoting the act of giving
as love radiates in every cell.

Perhaps Santa is proud.
Perhaps soon he'll bring me home.

A blessing to the world you are
And if you look into heart
you will see a treasure chest of

GIFTS
SONG
LOVE

I am, a penman,
encoded with words from within soul,
Stitched in grace.
Embroidered in breath
and fabric of my being.

I go by many names.
Sorcerer to magically scribe words to page.
Gardner planting seeds of thoughts for readers eyes.
Sculpturer using a tool of pen
to etch out visions.
A Dreamer making my way
across fields of white.

Whatever the title...
I'm glad to share. It is who I am
A gift of a writer inside a human vessel.

An erudite being I am,
gathering crystals of light
upon fields of journey.

I stand, ready to take off
and add another facet
to diamond shaped heart.

My steps move graceful,
in and out of suns rays
as breath carries.

At night, when stars glisten
I am emancipated to sing
with gratitude for all experienced.

I hold chalice high
to celebrate and drink
for the great life
inside challengers.

I am a traveler,
growing with loves power
as moments pass
as I awake to life.


StarBG © 2017

She at yonder mirror stands,
naked in her own arena.
Her image basking in her
self praise and beauty.
Hair reaching floor
******* soft
Jungle tepid hot.

She at yonder mirror stands
Moving in slow dance.
Fantasizing
  of being a pole dancer,
for all eyes to see.

See as mirror echoes back
you go girl.

The majority of people
are engrossed in everyday life.
Caught in a sleeping state
where they can't see that different is good.

People especially don't understand different.
They label it weird, eccentric, or strange
in a world where the norm is watching TV
which dulls the mind,  news that make robots
OR believe lies of set religions
(though my belief in God is STRONG)

Most talented people
Vincent Van Gogh,
Emily Dickinson,
Poe, Galileo and Keats, to name a few
were not understood in their time.

So why should I think I being different
with spiritual ideas and gifts
would have other results.
And why should I care that I'm an outcast
invisable to family and many people.

Why?
Guess because I'm human
and don't love myself enough.

Like holy words,
the rays of sun shine down.
Striking my skin with warmth.
They spiral,
merging with wind to hid their power.
They shine behind birds wing
as feathered beings fly cross landscape sky.
At break of day, they anoint one
to dance in dreams.
And perhaps,
if you watch
the ripples of pond move
a hidden rainbow will shine
giving visions to paint,
write, and sing.

StarBG © 2017

Wind
shows itself by,
rocking boats that grace landscape.
Little dancing wavelets that catch sun.
Clouds that puff on by, like train.
Wind
surrounds as if woven scarf,
moves behind birds wing.
And carries sounds from distance bells.
Wind
a gift for heart
who celebrates with beat.

A whirl blast it starts to come
pushing clouds that part for sun.
Air roar now tickles inhale.
Very strong like winter gale.

Gust makes tunnel in the sky.
Birds fly with wings oh so high.    
Gales speaks to warn one and all.    
Now take cover before fall.    

Crystal children plan their ascend
Clouds open with flecks to send.  

Nobel mountains start to shine.
Landscape white it is divine.

Wind that carried happy smiles
shinned not the day I fell.
The day tears hit wall
set up with egos bricks.

Wind pushed me to
open eyes to my own disconnect
as I lied scared and bleeding.

Wind became dormant with stench
of lies that held body frozen in tracks
and weak in mind.

Until I looked to sun for guidance
and wind once again surged
with birds tune that lifted me
to try again.

I opened window,
and in came the wind
caressing my form.

Cool air merged with breath.
Breeze caused curtins to dance.

I opened window
and in blew
fragrances of flowers.

Air sweet tantalized my senses.
Heart opening to sing in heartbeats.

I opened window,
and in shinned morning sun
with grace.

Rays brushed aura to smile.
Steps graceful celebrated in dance.

I opened window
and felt the love in moment
escalating to fill heart.

Love that anointed me gently.
to whispered gratitude
as I waved you a hello.

In the sunlight of your eyes
I traveled, drifting with visions of us.
I basked in the deep love
that encircled my being.
I meandered,
in the many rays that carried
until there I stood
before your soul.
There I got
all the answers,
I was searching for.
WE WERE ONE.
Born of the same spirit tribe.
Meant to live for evermore
showered in a fountain
of our dreams.

Sky becomes a blank canvas to eyes.
It's shade melts into rivers shoreline.

Snow filled raindrops fall
forcing one to stop and see skies view.

Then...creative mind
becomes a painter
where window frames and self
brushes out with breath a picture.

Picture of sunny day
where one may go out to play
on day where winter is asleep.

As spring winds gave birth to butterflies
gently kissing flowers.

I walked inside breath.

As Summer winds graced birds
in flight kissing in air behind wings.

I walked inside breath

As fall winds kissed the leaves
making them swirl upon Gia’s land.

I walked inside breath.

As snowflakes fell
kissing Mother Natures fields
inside beauty,

I walked inside breath

And as I embraced moment
my heart felt kissed
by a gentle breeze.


StarBG © 2017

The whisper of wind merged with breath
empowering as I gazed upon rising sun.

Reds, Blues Oranges
filled eyes traveling to grateful heart.

Accents of Pinks, and purples traveled
behind birds wings gracefully.

The whisper bonded with heartbeat
as excitement for new day
balanced with dreams.

Indeed it was the perfect way to start day
and move inside miracles and magic.

On wings of thoughts words fly moving through clouds white. They tickle bird feathers igniting their graceful tails.
Where will thoughts land?
Perhaps in mouth to speak with song. Or maybe tickle palm to write a poetic saga.
Maybe they'll end up in dream that plays to beating heart.? Or will merge in wind of breath to blanket a scene.

Time will tell.

My wings are words
letting me soar in scripted wind.
My breath is one that makes me sing.

I am a poet with wings
wrapping my flight-plan
inside phases.

When clouds come,
I fly through them
toward rainbow sun.

When night comes
my words becomes stars
lighting my path.

I am poet with wings,
anointing  page with melodies
Songs that whispers
my dreams of peace.

I am a winner
with every breath
every step every moment
as I move through
rain and sun
as I ride the elevator
of experiences
toward home

It's Winter again.
There's a chill in the air.
Darkness comes earlier.
And trees are once again naked
ready to be coated with a twinkling glow like stars.

It's winter again.
Heavy coats are taken out of storage.  
  Boots line closet floor.
And gloves with matching scarves are kept in close reach.

It's winter again.
Snow tires are aligned.
Cough medicine is stocked
in medicine chest.
And Christmas carols
are echoing in the air.

Its Winter again
Holiday cheer opens hearts.
Stores are crowded with shoppers.
And it's time to make New Year plans.

Maybe to somewhere warm.

With its howling winds
and crystline particles,
the winters day unfolds.

It bombards ears,
taunting eyes to take peek.
Its power paints picture
Inside hazy sky landscape.

I stand whispering gratitude
for being observations
behind sheltered walls

With breath my camera I grab
capturing its torrential power.
Its blessing in disguise
that gives hug to land.

And when wind dies
there will be
a rare death celebrated
to be had.
Had to birth
a snowman masterpiece.

Winters Peaceful Silence
rotates in ears.
Eyes widen as
inner child rises with smile.

Moments mesh
with flakes of beauty
as project lists disintegrate
into newly fallen snow.

Gratitude catipults breath
to rondeau with moons light.
And dancing frozen gems
grace skyline in waves of wind

Snowflakes now build
painting silence
as it follows mission.
Mission to make a magical landscape
gifted from sky.

Gentle frost quilted upon maple tree
weaving glass texture calling to eyes
as breath circulates giving wings to thought.

implants of walking steps formed
celebrating gift from clouds
while gratitude centered within

Kiss of Winter moved upon cells,
opening portals amid landscape
worthy of any artist to paint.

And mockingbirds echoed in distance
merging with rustling leaves to
explode in moment that blessed ears.

I rose in icicle palace of trees
putting walking steps in gear
as pale moonlight release rays of songs.

Winters air quenched breath
in silvery puffs launching thoughts
before disappearing to open senses.

Peace fell upon consciousness
as mirage appeared gracing mind
with visions holding blessings

And as delicate snow fairies tickle
igniting opulent dreams of heart
self felt engulfed in radiant beauty.

A sign on a door read
“Wise Monk
Clarity given to all questions.”

I read sign slowly, as my questions surfaced in mind.
On entering room, a monk on a large pillow sat with small mirror

I could feel the energy of unconditional love surround me.

“Come, stand before me, dear one.” He said, with warm smile.
“I see you. Do you see me?”
“YES.” I answered strongly,
as I began to ask my question about life.

He looked at me, with his endearing smile again,
that traveled right into heart.
“Well than, I see you, do you?” He asked,
holding mirror up to my face.

"YES," I answered, sitting beside him.
“Listen sweet one, when you look inside your own eyes,
you should see the reflection of me.
For I am you and you are me.
Therefore, all the answers lie within you,
as YOU are the master of your life.

We both smiled, while I began to digest his words.

And as we drank inside joined breath,
the Monk rose, whispering in my ear.

"I gift you with affirmation to recite daily.
It will shift your mind
to walk in the power of your heart."
With a bow, he spoke the precious words. “I AM the I AM.”

I left content to find my way,
anointed with truth that all answers flowed within.

May your own consciousness
find you inside your heart.
And there,
hear the sacred song of self
that always echoes
to remind YOU
just how grand you are.

I shall give my prayers
and wishes
to the stars
that shine like precious moon.

Give my aspirations
as Father Obe of night
has its star children
collect wishes.

And When moon shines brightest
it means wishes were received
He smiles
with rays of light
to doll them out
to passing angels.

And then I am delivered into joy.
to shine just like one of his stars.

May all our growing pains for expansion
be lessened in 2018
and we ride in the wave of
abundance,
peace,
good health,
and oneness,
piercing the vail of separation
to live in harmony.

With a wisp of words
I thread my pen
gently in breath.
The moment perpetuates movement
My thoughts vibrate with song
And as I move pen sows gracefully
until poem garment is done.

With shimmering yellow sun
I sail a thousand oceans in mind
Harboring gratitude for poetic words
that hit human sails.

With soft sands tinged with gold
I walk with endless thoughts from heart.
Aligning in gratitude for the verse buried deep.

With feet grounded in pastures of trees tall
I climb upon countless mountains listening
with gratitude for Mother Gia’s poetic spurs.

And with thousands of colorful words I write
inspired every moment by life's rendezvous
that graces my path.

Grateful I am. Grateful I be.