May you all be kissed by sweet warm wind,
sheltered from the storm,
dance in heartbeat of your own song.

May you be gifted from Natures wealth,  
hear birds divine song,
tap into the powers of self.

May you breath deep to hear spirits voice,
run in fields of dreams for harmony,
climb your mountains challengers
to feel free,

May you all in Hello Poetry land
have experiences oh so grand,
to launch a poem or two,
as you write with sacred hand.

A caring poet I am
in arms with bayonet of pen.
My bullets are letters
covered in words.
My words aimed to page
shoot out with verse.

The balcony I stand in
gives views to ponder
before poems come to life.
And when done,
I move with pen lowered
hoping they made their mark
to enter readers heart.


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And we shall wander in playground of love,
swinging till we touch the moon.
We will climb the highest bar,
and whisper as I croon.

We will build our castle and live evermore,
vibrating in divine love on every shore.

We will be like children romping in timeless place,
shining inside each others face.

We will be one in rainbow dreams, together forever.
Forever together.

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Writing in my journal of heart I sing,
gathering wisdom inside breath.

When tempest storms rage I write,
trying to ground for understanding.
When sky reveals beauty I write,
grounding with majestic scenes that call.

As scribe my ink becomes road
feeling the passionate words lead on page.

As composer moments vanish inside timeless realm
where words become my friends.

And while siting quietly
scripting in my journal
dreams surface as words dance on vellum field

A field allowing heart to expand,
and peace to be mine.


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With speed of heart,
my consciousness moves.
Swirling in new energies
that celebrate life.

That proclaims one,
as sacred and a gift.

With light of authentic self
soul vibrates with grace.
Expanding new perspectives
that ritualizes life.

Visions bring
unlimited possibilities to surface.
Heartbeats merge with song
to integrate love.

With divine music of heart,
sacred vessel dances.
Spinning as Gods gift
awakening comes,
to see ones own divine form.
To see truth inside love.

With sunrise of light I celebrate
as I move to dance in path,
hearing birds song,
feeling gentle breeze,
taking precious breath,
as my gratitude garden grows.

With sunset of sky I celebrate
as I move to frolic in path,
hearing crickets song,
feeling glow of moon,
taking  precious inhale,
as my gratitude garden grows.

Did you every wonder, why young and old love bubbles?

They fly graceful and free as we are meant to.
carrying rainbow colors to open dreams.

They make all feel young again,
and remind us of our cosmic home.

They allow fields of creative thoughts to expand,
as our hearts open.

They are a gift to play with during our sacred journeys
on the planet called Earth.

And as I now write
I move with Haiku delight
I feel yes so right.


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I'll dance inside words
bringing Haiku sparks to life
a writer I am

Tempest waves began to rise,
engulfing the breath of a lovers heart.
Luscious energies rose where by kiss
catapulted him into a vortex-
A maelstrom, where drowning
in her greatness was a pleasure.  

Bliss covered them both in a timeless place,
their vessels continued to float
tasting the ripples of each others forms.
There they stayed in dreamscape reality,
as morning sun graced the sky,
and heartbeats joined as one.

With breath,
publication bound by my words
I scribe
as lyrics collegiate onto page.

Red blood cells swim in grace to illuminate thoughts.
White blood cells float in protection mode
as words of light inspire reader.

My heart beats with rhythms to form verse.
My mind searches to anchor illusions grand.
My imagination soars to make eye catcher phases.

And as page void of creative words
is reformed into visions as if pen a chisel
and paper block,

I smile, following my souls path
as author who gifts a readers heart.




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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.



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I tend to love
broken things.
And sometimes, I get broken
by the things I love.

But when I do,
I remember
kintsukuroi -
being more beautiful for having been broken.

A poet is like excavator,
digging through cave like walls of self
even when dark visions come.

A poet is like ballerina,
using words with poetic power
to spin thoughts inside readers mind.

A poet is like hiker,
walking up mountain with stored words
to be sorted out inside quiet.

A poet is like farmer,
planting a crop of words to help grow
a new perspectives for reader.

A poet is like a painter,
creating a masterpiece to excite
conveying visions with their gifts.

A poet is a human,
opening their precious heart
as they share a personal reflection.

A poet is like a pregnant female
laboring to birth a creative work
for the world to see and feel.

A poet is me,
who writes, to tame a raging sea of words within.
Who writes with her passion and heart.

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