I dance on a stage lined with poetic words, phases, and rhymes.
My barton is my feathered pen that moves in the wind.
My inspiration is everyone I meet as I bow to them with grace..
I swirl in the sacred energies as body moves on Mothers soil.
The cool dirt tantalizes my senses to write with visions.
The sun above feeds my breath so I merge with its light.
The wind carries periods, and comas in my creative mind.

Yes, on stage I go celebrating the moment
The moment I am in human form.

it doesn't matter
whether you're on the edge of seventeen filled to the brim with life,
or old and grey with eighty six years' worth of stories—
we have all been built by the same golden hands of time
and carved by the strength of memories.
a natural longing
for dreams and foresight
propel us to move forward
despite the storms of the heart or of life itself,
in all its ugly, glorious grandeur.

so take time to celebrate you:
your revolutions around the sun,
your tears,
all the pieces of your glass heart shattered on the floor,
your laughter, your words,
and all your golden days.
**you are,
and always will be.

Last night I dreamt that Google
was celebrating me
through one of its doodles.

It was the simplest of them all,
the most ordinary and vanilla -
common as a rock, low-pitched with a cherry on top.

You clicked on it and it didn't have any answers.
It showed nothing.

No sound was added,
no funky animations,
no gamification.

Corny and simple.

I think they did a pretty good job in celebrating me.

when I laugh,
the whole body
one big mouth
of laughter

when I sing
words emit
like a seismo-
seismograph

If I squat, drowsy,
all my teeth are
melting down
a whirlpool

walk, look back
and wonder,
whose vanishing
footsteps
are they
meanwhile,

my as-lost-as-me
friends, frantic for
shade in the sun
and can't find it

together, like a
splash of colours,
we loll in the garden
for the madness to pass

later, at home they ask
about the blood red
eyes, I say, it was
some colour, some holi

Here I am,
walking in the moment
awake within heart.
I smile at my neighbor,
reaching out a compassionate hand.
I rise to unite singing with
Mother Natures song.

Here I am, kicking the worry habit,
the fear habit, the doubt that inhibited self
too long.
I dance uniting with spiraling energies of love.
I move in celebration with Love,
in these new times where
humanity is evolving
and I am grateful.

StarBG © 2017

I want to celebrate every poem I want to celebrate all my knowledge I want to celebrate the connections I want to be closer to you

My poets road is adorned with trees.
blowing in a gently kissing breeze.
Words infused in scents from flowers permeate.
Energies warm from sun fill breath.
A paradise to walk in and share.
A place I live in on a writers journey
that is a celebration.

StarBG © 2017