gently breeze,
inside breath I sit,
connected to present moment.
Sun rises in beauty.
Birds sing with joyful song.
Waves touch shoreline.
And mountains divine
become landscape
against blue sky.

With gentle breeze,
inside breath I stand,
connect to present moment.
Affirmations surface to aid.
Alignment with love is felt
Self is renewed
to dance in my divinity
as landscape expands
in cloudless sky.

With gentle breeze,
I merge celebrating
the golden aspects
of my Divine self.
A gift present
to move in breeze
and change the world.

With deepened breath I take to visit
dancing in a warm summer rain in mind.
Drifting in a realm without time
just harmonious moments
serenade by my own heartbeat.

With deepened breath, I move within
traveling in a mediative journey.
Opening doorways to places
where wisdom harbors
and serenity lies.

With deepened breath, I awaken
expanding inside gratitude
Seeing the beauty around me.
Where dark integrates with light
and I understand
everything has a purpose.

With deepened breath I recall
moving in truth of who I am.
eternal gift seeker and
to align with love
and make a difference.

Eyes they set on beauty,
as morning sun quenches moment.

As ears aligns divine birds
that sing with orchestrated music.

As breath rejuvenates
to see mirror image and smile.

My heart beats in beauty
mirroring in heartbeat own magnificence.

Mirroring the radiance of the soul
that reveals a lotus flower.

That vibrates to guide my way
in steps of dance.

Thoughts they understand
a spark of Divines perfect lives within.

I be co-creator of thy sea.

With force of positive thoughts
I move in day and under night sky.
Breathing deep to process experiences
as spiraling energies rise.

Bad, and good incidents occur
as I integrate all into wholeness.

With force of compassion
I move in daylight and aura of night
aiding those I meet.

Learning we’re caretakers
of earth and one another.

With force of love
I move every moment and hour.
aligning with true self.

Expanding to feel peace
and harmony.

With force of words
I write in day and below evening stars
as poetry flows.

Trying to share with a readers heart.

I raise my glass
to day that approaches.
Day where great change happens
and freedom is mine.

My breath of anticipating moves within.
My heart opens too usher in moment.

I raise my glass
to the coming day with prayer.
My voice echoes loudly.
My feet ground with excitement.

I raise my glass 
and drink with intention
of breath and gratitude
for the new journey
as old crumbles.

Here’s to the new beginnings 
for me, you, and the world.


StarBG © 2017

With writer guide and heart
I scribe upon a blank screen.
My penned vision taking shape
as word after word becomes
steps for a readers eyes.

Breath attunes my connection
as focus and intention
is all I need for the prose to flow
like mighty river.

Sometimes a song or sound
will inspire me as I dive into a verse
trying to swim with pen as oar.

Other-times a person
will whisper a word or phase
and I am off like a graceful Appalachia
galloping across pasture white.

With writer guide and heart
I scribe divinely with gratitude
weaving the written word as a gift.

One to be unwrapped by a readers eyes
who is ready to receive my gift.

And I at 55,
shall take my inner child's hand
to swim in ocean with sharks
and dolphins unafraid.

And I at 65,
shall take my inner child's hand,
to dance in supermarke aisles
and sing freely off key.

And I at 75,
shall take my inner child's hand
and parchute inside Bermuda skies
to feel freedom.

And I at 85,
shall take my inner child's hand,
and jump inside Summers rain
to splash in puddles grand.

And at 95 shall take my inner child's hand
and rest with dreams...
I think not I much rather live them.

she sits at daybreak with
colorful thoughts to fill silence.
She writes with
swirling vibrations from soul.

Hours of day melt away,
as birds orchestrations rise to coat ears.
To expand heart into a carousel of heartbeats.
To scribe with delicate verse.

The rhythms resonate the truth,
she is never alone.
And that the silence is refreshing like a gentle breeze.

I dip
my quilled pen
of a creative mind
into the well of heart.

It's golden ink
spreads
with visions to launch
a writers dream.

It's ink bleeds
spiraling
in waves of verse
that blossoms.

Its ink merges
with my soul blood
to becomes my
writers passion.

I dip
my thoughts
into pool of vibrations
where love lives
and words take a life
of their own.

I dip
into liquid gratitude
and torch-like plume to scribe
with heavenly ink of a writers heart.

you howl to moon.
Do let your voice ring out.
I will listen with strong ear.
as you do bark and shout.

Let your voice sing to the stars
requesting moon to shine.
You and moon your both earths gift.
you both are so divine.

What message do now you speak
oh wolf you stand to send
A reminder I do think
that you and moon are friends

I believe you howl each night,
to say thank you to moon
that is sure a great reason
to echo and to croon.

For I love it too, I do
the moon and stars so bright.
Wolf your full of wisdom sweet
on cold and lonely night.

Wonderland for this being in cloak of human
is to dance with love under a rainbow sun.
To feel gentle breeze and
giggle so much it will fill the air waves
making all laugh.

Wonderland for this old soul is to prance free
with no restrictions or limitations.
To unite with one and all celebrating
in this playground called Earth.

Wonderland for this star-seed from another galaxy
is to connect to all and resonate with song
every moment releasing love
so the world would be a peaceful place
with no separation,
hate,
fear,
war,
greed,
sickness,
poverty,
violence,
judgements
or Cabal forever

My breath becomes baton
aimed at heart.
Melodies take their pitch
with another breath,
as wind violins mesh with
heart instrument.

Drum beats exploding
inside grace,
as birds like flutes
merge with
hearts woodwind ensemble.

All is peaceful
as dancing feet
complete moment.

A moment aligned
in my own grand song.
Won't you dance with me?

Its the year of the dog.
“Woof! Woof!
Happy New Year.”
The canine echoed.

“Woof! Woof!
my Chinese friends
know my essence.
Awake to its truth.”

“Woof! Woof!
It typifies a year of abundance.
of being faithful to the hearts guidance.

“Woof! Woof!”
let the celebration begin.

I shall have a word date
with another.
To romp in
cravens of mind connected.

To congeal scenes of thoughts
that open portals of energetic highways
as correspondence is established.

I shall have a word date
with another, to make war and peace,
balanced on scale of day.

To let creative mind orchestrate
a moment as day unfolds
and unknown comes forth
centering in my scribes mind.

I shall have a word date with another
to rondevu and try to understand
their view
of a thousand thoughts.

Invitation is now activated.

A word or two of
encouragement from others
makes me write some more

Once was a word so fine.
It was oh yes very divine.
WordSmith liked its tune
but no rhyme it would croon
so word flew back right into his mind.

The word parade took their places quickly rearranging in the proper order for onlookers to see.
They moved gracefully
from currents of a poets mind.
Each letter dressed for the finest scene.
Hence, a poem is orchestrated to march before readers eyes, as baton-like pen leads and the music plays on.

Writing is liberating.
Each word part of my heartbeat.

It makes time stops.
And then, one must regroup
to get back to life's reality.

Scribing puts writer into a vortex
that carries one
into new visions, divinely.
It's window that when read
can provide views of understanding.

Writing is a companion
who allows you to
speak freely anytime.
It's a voice buried in words
that gets ignited as one connects.

Scribing are words that hug
in middle of night,
when one can't sleep.
It's fuel that drives thoughts
with no red lights.

Writing is therapy where
one finds no need to hire a therapist.
It's sentences that are like a telegram line
which is electrified by readers eyes.

Scribers are members of sacred club where
membership is free and lasts a lifetime.
It's a penman’s purpose,
that comes at any age.

Writing is thought or emotion
that rockets onto page
with destination... Ones heart.

*
And poetry sweet poetry
are words that move like blood cells.
Please cut me and watch me bleed.

Words are like a breeze in a poets mind.
They drift about within
until pen to paper is taken.

Until an invisible force like wind
pushes pen to orchestrate a symphony of prose.
A symphony like wind that plays inside a breeze.

WORDS,
are in my blood,
circulating, as a vital part of my essence.

They trickle challenging me,
to orchestrate upon open field of page.

They travel in-between ticking of clock
to create landscapes, as time slows.

WORDS,
are infused in my dancing steps,
as mind plays in playground of verse.

They evolve from one to another
making a golden thread
for a wandering readers eyes.

They are a gift wrapped
in a deep breath ready to explode,
as feeling center and writer guides echo.

WORDS,
are a sacred commodity
valued by both writer and reader.

They form behind tears to float on page
demonstrating sadness, or injustice.

They move inside rays of sun
to makes one smile peacefully.

WORDS
are stored in my writers treasure chest
in heart as they bring visions into reality.
As they gift the world to see and understand.

With majestic tapestries of words,
I weave
in and out
line after line.

Until I expose heart
in musical songs
to echo
as I lie in bed of verse
and reader
lies beside.

Words they live forever
etched into vellum as if stone.
Letters that sprout feet
with dots of I’s heads.

Pens walk graceful along
so mind explodes with jargon.
Whirling, swirling with pointed focus
to land on dance floor white.

Words live forever,
making a home in a nest of visions.
Visions born in a writers mind
that grows the more one reads.

Words,
they have a life force of their own.
Dancing onto page as if letters have feet.

Moving to birth a phase
that draws eyes to gander.

Words like coins of gold are little blessings from my God-like form.

A form where soul
is illuminated
by the light of words.

Words pass through the tunnel of mind merging, spinning, expanding,
as thoughts tweak them.
As breath
becomes powerful fuel to launch pen.
Words are glued with punctuation  
and intent to get a vision across.
And as for inspiration...
that is the wedding band
worn between two creative souls.

Words words words
like little droplets
fall from mind.

They tickle senses
awakening visions.

They travel from Mind to Breath,
Breath to Hand
Hand to Pen.

They fall
making puddle of verse
for reader to splash in
as water proof ink drifts in wind.

Words need no umbrella,
for their cool coat of moisture
empowers the scribe.

And brings a rainbow of beauty
for all to see.

WORDS,
are sugar drop candy
to a poets mind.
Solidifying inside a heart
before attaching to page.

They are
energetic bundles
of creative sentences,
that carry feelings
to entice a readers eyes.

WORDS
are like premium fuel
pushing hand to write
and fingers to dance
on keyboard steps.

They are
filled with songs
like birds
to highlight visions
as rhythmic heart beats.

WORDS  are housed
in artistic poets
treasure chest of mind.
Stored to be painted
upon walls of a
vellum page

They are a gift
wrapped in a breath
that echoes forever
inside
the sea of a manuscript.

Words of a post
does shorten the distance
when writer is on the other side of the world.

Words of a letter
does shorten the distance
when signed yours forever
by an overseas lover far away.

Words of a song
does shorten the distance
when song is engraved with
a good memory.

Words rise spinning in
as if plane is Poets mind.
Each word a passenger.
Each phase a family traveling with destination of page tarmac.
Sometimes stanzes linger for tweaking
as if in holding pattern.
And when portal door opens
words scribe upon ground of page.
Glad to be grounded and done scribing home again.
Time where pen is refueled
for another flight of poem to begin.

Block, Block I knock
on a poets writers block-door of mind.
No one answers so I knock again.

Block, Block
Come out come out
to play, mind pattern
who is in darkness.

Block, Block I knock,
as I breath deep
to expand with trust
and determination.

At last door opens.
At last a crack I see
so my breath of intent may enter.

Finally I can  
shoot with my ray gun aimed
at wall of wandering doubts.

Bang, Bang Block,
I stand with gun of creativity
filled with word-like bullets
to disintegrate you,
and success is mine
Thusly... I can move with flow
so I may write.

I am on a writers train
destined to move
through landscapes inspiring the written word.

Trees and hilltops
carry visions strong,
food to digest in a poets mind.

Train ignites imagination
with BIG windows
SCENES both cloudy and sunny.
SUNROOF for amazing sights
and moments to savor with others.

I’m on a writers train to journal
with pen in hand
through many a mile
sipping CHAMPAIGN of words.

Care to be my traveling partner
Care to
chat with a fellow scribe
inside a vortex of creativity.

Whistle blows.
Let the ingenuity
writing begin.

Writing,
is a matter
of picking up pen,
drifting aligned to mind
Or singing with hearts voice
that emerges,
to mesh fantasy with reality.

Writing,
is a matter of
stopping hands of time,
so reader can get a glimpse into
a scene
from creative soul.

Writing,
a doorway
where visions lie
ready for a visiting eye.

Key of focus is all thats needed.

Once bite by the writing bug,  
there is no cure.
The ink substance gets into bloodstream
causing one to be drawn to pen like magnet.

You could try ignoring its symptoms
where **** get expelled from darkness of night.
Or try to resist its temptations
as experiences of life mount
and
a strong drive develops
at any hour of night or day.
Resistance is futile and inevitable.

It's sting is known to cause bouts of dizziness,
pain and a fever from life if one hesitates too long.
And, once started time seems to stop.

Eventually it subsides to a dull pulsation of heart
but, it's always there to grab you until you purge a poem.
Throw up what you stored in your cells and mind
so peace can follow.

Doctor Star has spoken.

The newspapers say the poetry bug is spreading. It started from a stain of HP. No cure available. It starts by going into the eyes and than a tingle starts in fingers. Breath gets heavy with anticipation and Heartbeat races until it is calmed by a write. If it persists just have a cup of tea and accept it.

Ink is the heroine and pen the needle that moves guided by my fever. The ink pulsates within transmuting into words and phrases. My heart expands racing with visions. The side effect... a written poem that perhaps will give some peace. Peace from my addiction to live before it starts all over again. It is an addiction many a poet had to fight over centuries. Their lesson let it flow let it grow.

I’m joining the movement.
Writing for change inside love.
Scribing to anoint page for harmony.

Writing for change
to open eyes so all recall their divinity.
So the many join the movement for joy.

I’m joining the movement
to shine inner light.
It takes one light to shine,
with rays in the millions.

One wave of love
to make crescents expand.
It takes one ripple of love to
start a tidal wave.

One cause, love.
One moments, smile.
One intent, compassion.
One breath, miracle.
One dream, peace.
One catalyst love.

I’m joining the movement
writing to spread change inside love.

Care to join me?

My vessel imbedded drifts,
on swirling waves of verse
woven in tapestry of ocean.
Fish colorful enhance eyes for inspiration
Sails flap tickling ears
to loosen poetic thoughts gently.
My compass of heart leads.
Moments dissipate gracefully.
The day is beautiful with warm sun,
as I'm carried on uncharted sea of phases.

And as Captains log opens on return to shore,
I sit, in writing position before sea food dinner
The place where poems meet book.

Yes, there are no boundaries,
as I stand
in the power of self.

As I move,
inside  moment
to celebrate

As I dance,
with imagination
to create.

As I dream
with intent
to expand.

As I think
with open heart
beyond the 3 D matrex.

Yes, there are no boundaries,
only opportunities.

Opportunities to
obtain the unobtainable.

I shall write a YES
and feel its power
dancing in waves of ink.

I Will feel a YES
in deep breath
as I move in my day.

I will shout a YES
with gratitude
moving in the moment.

YES, a word
that emanates
from heart to
a life for peace.