In the light of eternity,
I reside dancing inside
a star-studded sky.

My energy expands,
as I bond with the wind
gracefully.
As I  connect to dreams
in a shapeless form.

Spinning energies rise
in orcastrstions in
a place with no time.

Moon birds echo
celebrating spark of God
part of all existence.

And as the sunrises,
I am drawn to anchor
in a place called earth.

A place where I can dance
with gratitude
for both sun and moon.

Every experience and interaction
can spark a poem
WHEN writer is aligned to emotional body of the human vessel.

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.

No one prevents you from success except yourself so run with the wind, sing like birds, climb obstacles with determination, cry to open heart and dance like a acrobat with wings.

No one can keep you down only yourself so when life is a challenge step up and be a baseball player to hit a home run where bases are the accomplishment that equal success. And if you strike out it is only for a moment whereby it opens a gateway for another days game.

No one stops you from having abundance only yourself
as you align and know you already have it. The law of the universe mirrors your thoughts so it will bring more abundance. You have abundance of breath. heartbeats, footsteps, melodies, visions of nature and dreams.

No one prevents you from have all your dreams except yourself. Don’t limit your thoughts and Ride the wave  in the moment being the gift you are.
Success is your birthright. Your birthright.

Under a canopy of sky
in sunny blue visions,
I dance
celebrating.

Celebrating the cool breezes
hugging my face.

The birds gracefully flying,
to align me with dreams.

Celebrating the sounds of
rolling waves at waters edge.

The birds, echoing
to bring my feet to dance.

Celebrating the moment,
as blessings gift me.

The Mountains that stand tall
to mirror my strength.

Under a canopy of light
I bow to all,
hoping my words
will touch,
                                move,
                                                                ­    and inspire.

I have a brother,
that cares little to connect
because of our differences.
A sister,
too busy
with a husband
who won’t welcome me
to their home.
A son,
who cares little for a relationship
because he carries judgments
and has fiancee
that meets his needs.
A mother,
who is restraint from me
because
I can’t afford to visit
even thought she constantly asks
and no one will assist.

I feel family-less
BUT
at least I have my desires,
of nurturing my writing,
photography,
aiding humanity
and meeting everyday challengers.
At least, I have my dreams,
as I
carry no animosity,
just sadness.

In the background of mind,
music gently plays
with positive thoughts.
They tickle consciousness
revving up feet to dance
with grace.

Wind chimes in with a grand tempo.
Birds join composing in harmonic splendor.
Even breath, releases a grand chantey
as inhalation merges with exhales.  

When heart blends in,
teaming up with its sumptuous beats,
amalgamation takes place.
and a sacred tune is orchestrated.

Symphonized to give life,
it's divine exquisite song.


StarBG © 2017

As I sit, drinking with sacred breath
life’s formula of experience,
I observe path taken.
Memories merge with moment.
Dark integrates in pulsating light.

As I sit, wandering with minds eye
before standing inside grace
I hear precious hearts song.
Music echoes within for peace.
Purpose aligns with Avatar self.

As I stand, dancing on horizon
before returning to source I smile,
I feel the power of love.
Wisdom anchors for action.
Human costume vibrates
to celebrate.
Life unfolds
to know I WILL make a difference.

My writer guide speaks now through me,
to launch my verse, that whispers sweet.
Words dance as they fly toward a page
to anoint future eyes.

I will echo gratitude,
when poem does end and time has flown.
I’ll post it on a site, HP
that calls both night and day.

Perhaps in time some likes shall come
with goal to reach 1000 hearts.
And with a prayer I just may find
it trend to make me smile.

Oh Reader please open your heart
to know in truth you are divine.
Let your sweet love guide as you find,
born is a poem so fine.

I sit feet firmly planted
mind aligned.
Ensconced as I enter
a world inside
the creative either’s of internet,

Letters tap away
like making beautiful sounds
that mesh with birds song.

My fingers come alive
on diving board of keyboard,
feeling the vibrations of words
waiting, like bride at alter
or midwife ready for birth.

They move gracefully,
tapping upon sea’s keyboard
whose tide of letters
carry a calm aura.

Time stops
as I become a bird moving
gracefully across open sky,
to anoint a white cloud-like page.

Every footstep becomes a word
as I journey with hug of breeze.

Every phase meshes with breath
with purpose to a gift another’s eye.

And when action is taken
to release into poetic either’s
my creation, I smile,
knowing perhaps
another heart I will open."



StarBG © 2017

As Glorious sun rises
over horizon I breath deep
aligning
awakening to who I am.

The song in wind plays
anointing feet
for wing-like dance.

The song of heart
energies self
so I see with new eyes.

The song of change
echoes inside inner self
to smile and share light.

My rebirth has begun
to dance in poetic words
and tickle readers eyes.

I am anchored on journey.
I have found my heart.
I am blessed.

A KISS is like antibiotics for the heart.

Side effects - blood pressure rising, possible dizziness
fantasies surfacing at any moment, Hungry for more.

Torch in heart burns
Burns for the loss
of a friendliness sister.

It illuminates my tears
As I recall a time
where friendship blossomed
to run in fields.

Where day and night merged
with silver lining
And things seem
simpler.

Torch I feed strongly now,
with dreams and memories
With light and love.

Oh to be the gardeners of our lives.
To implant wisdom where we sow.
To expand like suns rays to anoint.

Oh to cultivate compassion.
To plant seeds in heart that drift.
To water seedlings with dreams divine.

Oh to be landscapers of our paths.
To stand against winds and rain, grounded.
To be our true selves sacred and a gift.

Oh to be Greenkeepers with rainbow thumbs.
To grow love, compassion, and peace.
To be caretakers of earth’s grand garden of light.

Gordon, Oh Gordon,
You make me smile
at break of day
when sun rises
and birds fly.

Gordon, Dear Gordon,
Thy vinyl Frisbee
turns back a time
where simple melody
makes heart sing.

When sadness comes
I recall I be not alone
with caravan of guides
saying in gentle breeze…
“I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful.”

Gordon, Sweet Gordon,
Your words match my truth.
as guitars melody plays
cross and into ears divinely.

You gifted me song,
that echoes throughout lifetime.
tickling senses pulsations.
And it shall be the fuel
as life chapter ends
to carry my beautiful soul home.

WE are all connected with an invisible vine
that flowers inside a smile,  hand, kind word.

We are all performers on stage of life,
tickling the souls conscious heart.
Filled with love's essence eternal.
meant to expand in heartbeat song.

We are all product of source sparkling
with Gods cord of light to dance.
Filled with ability to love unconditionally
with forgiveness and compassion.

We are all spirit in human form
making our way
through galaxies of dreams.

I wandered in heart
grounding into Mother Gia.

Her gentle vibrations
hugged my inner self.
Her swirling energies expanded
through veins like a river.
tickling senses.

Our heartbeats
intergrated
catapulting me into dreams.

Dreams, that made feet dance
and voice sing.

I’m on stage
of grand amphitheater of life.
Scrip written by me according to souls needs.
Scenery changes with lights
and darks intermingling
until integrate takes place for wholeness.
Fibers of God are in everything to aid and open heart.

My stage props at times can’t be held
but only used inside senses:
Guiding wind in autumn day and chill of winter night.
Ocean whispers sweet with healing energies.
Birds singing in grace to align me with moment.
Night sky’s twinkling stars becoming field for wishes and dreams.

People on earth stage sometimes
have roles sharp but must be played.
Judgmental voices forcing me to interact with self love.
Boss unjustly firing so I conquer fears within to heal.
Perpetrator scaring deep so I evolve to know my greatness.
Parent leaving unexpectedly to heal desertion from other lifetimes.
My own shadow that plagues so I understand and take responsibility.

Other beings present play their part
with light energies.
Friends giving words of encouragement to anchors belief in self.
Lover that shares unconditional love to seal in heart.
Animal sacred who is more than willing to share love continuously.
Teacher seeing potential to move to center stage
when self is ready.

Then there are ones in orchestra invisible,
sharing wisdom and support never leaving side.
Guides with voices gentle giving messages
against backdrop of unconditional love.
Angels with harp of breezes to root one on, inside grace.
Fairies that have wisdom with light energies to anoint.
Aliens who come to assist one and all as one awakes to their support.
Loved ones gone whose memories linger
to carry one on rainy nights.

My stage as performer with consciousness open
lights up everyday and evening
in celebration with dance for freedom.
Dance, with threads of God,
Mother Natures allies and herself,
Seen and unseen beings and
my own determination to gyrate
accepting I am blessed and a blessing

Forever thankful to be the co-create director
with love and wisdom as fuel
of this my grand stage lifetime.

StarBG © 2017

Take the happy thoughts
and build them
into Happy experiences.

Some children in High School
have tongues like switchblades.
Sharpened at home
in parents care.
They scar beautiful souls
trying to live in an often cruel world.

Children in High School
have tongues like cutters,
that should be left in doors mouth.
They cause pain by bulling
thinking they are immune to persecution.    

But they will learn,
as shields are formed by
those transgressed upon.

AS parents take control and
dole out punishment teaching them to
  leave their tongue bolos firearms inside.

AS people awake to not tolerate
their insensitivity and ignorance.
After all...we are all one. We are all gifted.

Through a colorful gate, I step.
Gracefully prancing
in light of day.

Feeling,
the power of moment.
Feeling,
heart play a sacred song.

The wind guides,
as I plant my dreams.
Watering with breath.
Tending to them rain or shine.

I glide in rhythmic pleasures
surrendering to jump over rocks
until,
seedlings are ready
for harvest.

And with gratitude I reap,
blossoming fruits of my efforts.
Empowered by scent.
Invigorated by beauty.
Dancing with all my aspirations.


StarBG © 2017

A solemn stare at wall
An old rocking chair slowed in time.
A sad smile trying to find words trapped inside a 91-year-old woman.

All part of a soul aging.

A mother clinging to shadows of a familiar face without a name.
The smell of old age taking over senses.
A mother turned child and child parent.

All part of a long life unwinding.

A mind no longer able to give mothering advice once had.
Eyes that speak of loneliness wanting to go home without knowing where home is.
And unbalanced feet trying to walk

All part of a child's challenge. All part of the word dementia.

I stand at break of day
"letting the fantasies begin."

Allowing the chess game of life
to commence,
as I queen human
touch other king and queen humans.

The pawns are those who
are still sleeping to move in the matrex
where reality is orchestrated
by elite who are now loosing.

May they wake up soon
so they learn that
we control our game and we all
can live in the castle of our dreams

May we romp in fields of poetry and hear the sweet song of life.

May we play with words and shoot arrows of phases out so they hit bull eyes of a readers heart.

May we breath deep and feel empowered in the day to scribe and celebrated.

May we have a poetry party and invite all our poetry friends.

May we unwrap the present blessings of our own talents to write like there is no tomorrow and sing in the key of love.

I say I don't care that I hear not
from my son
BUT I LIE.
Deep down is a scar that will not heal.

I say its ok if he doesn’t call
he has obligations in a different state.
But thats a lie and deep wound
thats known to break the scab.

When I see a son and mother
on street my ego hides my pain.
Thanksgiving and birthdays come
and I lie awake
playing the question in mind...
What did I do that was so bad
for him to hold back his love.

When Mothers day is at my doorstep
I keep busy so I ignore the pain.
When a youtube shows a family
I try to ground by making
a deep breath bandaid
to keep wound dry.
as I connect to source.

Months go by
and avalanches build
with mini cascading emotions
that sometimes fall
chilling me to the bone.
They carry a sadness for days.
until I tuck them away
telling myself its ok he’s just busy.

Telling myself that time heals
as I send him love in ethers
by way of candle.
But the scar is always there.
Ready to ooze when I see
something to awaken it.

The only cure is Doctor Jeffrey
(my son) but he is out
doing calls for his life purpose.
And it seems he’s not available
to take on a mother patient.

I am ten years old in my mind.
I'd be in  place where I and inner child play.
We'd climb up tree houses every night
in dreams to look at stars.
We would sing with birds
to rock each other to sleep.

And sometimes we'd climb in daytime
to look from a higher perspective my challengers
so they would not be as big anymore.

I have come into life
carrying baggage from other lifetimes.
Slowly I filled luggage
with new experiences that now become like old clothes.

I come to stand tall at clock of 66 years
to purge that which is heavy on heart.
Absolve that which doesn't serve the divine being I am.

My cloths now are infused with threads of light and love.
My garments are now colorful and velvet soft to breath.  

My bag is now emptied, ready to fill with tapestries of smiles
and warm memories.

What poem will be birthed from
the turning machine of my poetic mind?
Will it be from a deep feeling
that launches a thought for verses to build?

Or a memory carried from birth, needing to be expressed.
Maybe sounds will travel through ear canals
that gets my creative self motivated?
Or perhaps be a phrase will open heart
to spill out rhymes gracefully.

What new verse will be birthed
as I peruse the Hello Poetry site?
And what grand writer will place a word strategically
so I might be inspired.

Maybe some birds will do the job by
waking ears so I sing with phases.
Or a cloud drifting  by wind
will show me visions that spark a diddie.

Everyday is different for my scribes pen
to connect to page.
Every moment is different
on this merry-go-round of poets mind.
Different as I  spin about reaching for a golden ring.

A ring when caught means poem is done.

The universal language I think is Love.
Love is what fills heart, lungs
and puts feet to action.

The language of love
can be felt with
no voice hitting ear drums.

It plays in the wind
and moves inside pools of eyes.
The language of love heals
by weaving words upon tattered wings
for birds who otherwise wouldn't fly.

Love is the natural language of the soul
and all beings here in earthly form.

One vision
Two hundred gratitude prayers
Three thousand plans
Four million awake
Five billion take action
And
WOW!
World changes

एक दृष्टि
दो सौ आभार प्रार्थना
तीन हजार योजनाएं
चार लाख जाग
पाँच अरब कार्रवाई करते हैं
तथा
वाह!
विश्व परिवर्तन

Where would a poem be,
without a readers eyes?
The glowing ***** that lead one to pool of soul.

Where would a poesy be, without inquisitive eyes?
The obe’s that pulsate to expand and explore written word.

Where would a sonnet be,
without eyelets that focus divinely?
The optics that have power to shift words into consciousness.

Where, oh where would a poem be,
without gazing eyes shaped like sun?
The vision seeds, that shine to cast their view upon a dream.

I do step into a sea of words.
Swimming with grace to feel
the gentle breeze
the moons bright light
and stars that glow.

My breath tickles
as angels sing bed tine tune
to slowly align me with soul
To travel to the realm of sleep.
To drift with poetic words
behind closed eyes.

What is a zen thought?

Is it so subtle it drifts in the silence
of a gentle breeze?
Or in its simplicity inside a kids laugh.

What makes a zen thought zen?

Is it wisdom scribed by one
who looks for answers?
Or a phase that invites contemplation
for wandering soul.

What is a zen thought?
Is it a line or two orchestrated by
one named Buddha?
Or person dressed in robes
who walks in hallways of monastery?

What makes a zen thought zen?
Is it lines with words that are few
but echoes loudly?
Or in a star stuttered night
that vibrates peace?

The answer lies behind heartbeat
inside  life's journey where road opens
with no stoplights.

Breathing deep
to rub the gene in mind, I did
seeing a vision amazing.

She had long flowing hair
and eyes like sparkling diamonds.
Her heartbeat was a song matching mine
and her lips were candy sweet.

Breath expanded to see her image
as balance to knees became necessity
As her body was masterpiece
worthy of a Michelangelo sculpture.

Her ******* were like prize winning fruit
ready for harvest.
And with breathed deeper still
moments of tensions melted away.

Indeed, she was a gift
I readied self to have.
Prayer of gratitude echoed
as instantly
doorbell tickled ears.
It was her in flesh.
My wish came true.

How many destinies does a rock have?

Is it to be a mountain
a gravel pit,
a walkway in garden,
or even a country road
inviting a journey?

Is it in fields to be cleared
for harvest,
a stone on bottom of sea,
an ornament on coffee table
to admire?

Perhaps its surrounded
by roots in Gia’s head.
or a carved piece of art.

Open mind for other answers.
OR better yet ask a rock being.
The Gong love to talk.