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Star BG Jun 2019
i am a word hobo
caravanning
inside a journey
filled with inspirational scenes.
W
O
R
D
S
gathers that I scoop up
and place in backpack
of mind.

My walking stick pen balances me,
as focused inside steps ground.

IF it rains emotions flow
IF it's sunny birds GRACE ears
making phases into songs.

When I arrive a-top of mountain
and plant flag
it means poem is done.

I am a word hobo
and I wouldn't have it
aNY OTHER WAY.
Star BG Jul 2017
Caravanning inside night,
I drove home.
Full moon shinned brightly.
Stars hung high illuminated.

The quiet coated ears,
as touched by natures glory
a deer tall and regal
poised itself.

We met eye to eye.
His eyes sparkled in mine catapulting me
into feelings of oneness.
His deciduous antlers grew to heights
weaving a tapestry to become one with trees.

We met eye to eye.
His presence, a form of beauty
catapulting me into gratitude for natures ally.
His breath, smoked inside night breeze
bonding with my inhalation.  

In an instance he ran off,
leaving his antler tree-like branches behind
and me to marvel at the gift I saw.



StarBG © 2017
Inspired by a sculpture I saw of a deer at night
anastasia nikos May 2018
"Days Of Wonder"

Cherry picking through the stars
And falling cannonballs
Waiting for the break of dawn
To start its morning crawl
Polluted rays of filtered light
Tropical and warm
Making shadows through
The snow white resin covered skulls

Happy birthday to the war

Standing by the wall
A rainbow made of stars
Under seven difference shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Days of wonder spent
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Caravanning on the moonlit
Locust covered trail
We came out like a stream of bats
Exploding from the well
Slipping through the whirlpools
Of trees and floating cars
Behind winter coated mule
Down record breaking falls

Into oblivion open jaws

Standing by the wall
A rainbow made of stars
Under seven difference shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Days of wonder spent
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Happy birthday to the war

Days of wonder spent
By a rainbow made of stars
Under seven different shades of grey
Spreading out across the arc
Standing by the wall
Out there killing time
Now this may not leave a mark on me
But I sure as hell was there

Educated under God
To walk a neutral line
Give me neither poverty
Nor riches in my time
Take my body and my mind
My heart is far behind
With one dozen poems in my ears
Ricocheting wild


Writer(s): Jakob Dylan


"Rebel, Sweetheart" (2005)
A personal connection to this poem.

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