Today I choose to stand in day, celebrating my inner gifts to be my own inspiration and dance in sea of moments.

In the ashes of purgatory
where remnants of a Dame once lived
the Phoenix will fly.
Fly into heavens gate.
Drift gracefully in moment
that ascends to a blue sky,
so all can celebrate light.

I always believed
little fairies
rode snowflakes white
Galavanting the winter air.

That beyond the stars
were places grand
and beautiful
To take breath away.

I aways believed
the voices heard
from trees were real
as they shared wisdom.

That dreams
were as real
anything inside
earths reality.

I always believed
that I am more than
the human form I inhabit.

Then one day
I woke up and realized,
I am a fairy divine,
here to expand
and
fly with wings inside heart.

Through a colorful gate I step.
Gracefully prancing in light of sun.
The wind guides
as I plant my dreams.

Watering with my breath.
I glide in rhythmic pleasures
until seedlings are ready for harvest.

And with gratitude, I reap them
dancing with all my aspirations.

We who STAND with pen as staff, are the avatars.
Our footsteps the written word.
Our intent a map for exploration.

We who CARRY the label writer, are the sages.
The one's who open hearts.
The one’s who speak to activate minds.

We who MOVE with pen as tool are monks.
Our scriptures insight for visitor to connect.
Our visions merge for life to expand the soul.

We who MARCH with pen like-barton move gracefully.
The one's who orchestrate grand sounds.
The one's that hold candles to shine with truths.

We who ECHO as wordsmith gardeners spread seeds.
Our actions take place in fields white with colorful words.
Our word-seeds take root to aid the world.

We who WALK are an earth family that mirrors life.
The one's who know the truth that everyone is sacred.
The one's who know life through rain and sun is truly a gift.

INSIDE a mating call of sky,
the thunder roars
striking landscape divine.

It announces TO TAKE NOTICE
electrifying
with loves true essence
TRAVELING INTO humans hearts
that stand readied to ECHO.

Sky beingS merge
in moment
presenting gift from sky.
Vibrations rise
as humans awaken
to it’s sweet sound
while feet dance.

With DEEP inhale,
Whole of Being ACTIVATES
for Renewal of
heart, and mind
TO walk gracefully.

Fire arrows move creating bridge
to reenergizing all with
explosive feelings grand.
ALL TO welcome life's mystery
AS CLOUDS PART TO make way
for thunder warriors of love
to center inside new times.
The new dawn is now
and with gratitude I say
NOW celebration WILL begin
AS rain beings recycle the moisture
so Earth Mother becomes green.
AS breath SPEAKS WITH A
HAIL-LO-WAY-IN
aligning to the language of love.

The language that
becomes art
onto canvas of self,
sky, and earth.

Let the festivities begin.

L O V E

Thank you for daring to open your heart
to see with new eyes for peace.
To walk parting the veil,
so others can dance

Thank you for looking at your authentic self
to see the treasure within.
To move as the gift you are,
so others can expand.

Thank you so much
for being in this place
to celebrated this moment.
To look at these words
so  you align
with your soul that is love.

I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.    

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel  
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.

Lovely is the morning light that urges poem to sprout.
It is in the gently breeze that makes me want to shout.
Lovely is the dance of dance that comes as I do drift.
I now feel empowered inside of the day breaks kiss.

Lovely is the words that move in mind to grace a page
whispering in poetry that makes me writer sage.
Lovely is the sun that shines and even rain that falls.
I am grateful for my life to answer words that call.

The deity of love did speak
from her pedestal of love.
Words pulsated
in swirling imagery
Dark fades into a light song.

Her pen had wings
anointing air of page.
Her presence was felt
as each stepping stone of words
tickled eyes.

The deity of love drifted
waving her wand of love.
Smiles anchored with harmony
as verse became
golden necklace of pearls.

And when she disappeared
to move in territory of universe
her words stayed
to gift all who gathered.

Hail deity of love
I bow in your honor.

I sleep in a cocoon of words,
sheltered when winds get rough.
They make me giggle
when inner child surfaces.
They move with power
urging self to expand.

My cocoon is my haven
keeping words safe
until ready to fly.
The creative fibers of words
flow continuous
from endless heartbeats
that weave in mind.

And when I release them,
in gentle song they float
gracefully in colorful fashion,
Float, as I steer them
to land in the
landscape of a poem.

In breath I'm drinking
energies of the Divine.  
a love elixir

The peace of the moment calls
annointing my cells to vibrate.
To open and receive light from above.

I swirl in footsteps breathing deep,
to feel the coming sun.
To celebrate love present.

In peace of the moment senses
sing out carrying me to open
mind to align.

Align with who I am
and why I came.
Came to assist earth
as it transforms
into a planet of love
as its meant to.
that needs my help.

Inside infinite canvas above,
Father Sky, master artist readies self to paint.
Sometimes it’s bright with colors to make one whisper “Wow”
Other times it’s dark hiding mystery and rain
to give one chance to ponder.

Feathered fiery clouds move gracefully.
Birds use wings to touch sailcloth.
Wind assists spreading beauty.
Rays of sun sparkle like stars.

Infinite landscape canvas unfolds,
evolving, changing, expanding
to touch eyes so all to see.
SEE the moving magnificent masterpiece.
It is a gift.

I see a pear tree with ONE partridge and feathers grand
that makes heart sing with love.
I gaze at TWO turtle doves flying in unison
quenching eyes to feel empowered.
I hold THREE french hens and celebrate
natures greatness to move with gratitude
I hear FOUR calling birds that sing in songs grand
that expands heart with compassion.
I hold FIVE golden rings that harbor energies
of dreams that become my reality.
I watch SIX geese lay golden eggs
as sign for prosperity during new year.
I see SEVEN swans a swimming graceful
reminding of my divinity and elegance.
I wave to EIGHT maids a milking who share
their egg nog concoction with me graciously.
I observe NINE ladies gracefully dancing,
with rhythms grand to commemorate season.
I celebrate TEN lords a leaping who remind me
to carry faith every moment.
I listen intently to ELEVEN pipers pipping
who echo with music to praise the season of giving.
I hear TWELVE drummers drumming
to welcome in Christmas as I celebrate life
and sing out Merry Christmas
to one and all.

And with 364 gifts infused in this poem
I move with gratitude for all I have
and all you as readers are.

Kids are kids.
They are the little blessings
born to expand smiles
and open the caretaker heart.

They are nibble little beings
?a small sculpture
to be carefully tended to
with loving arms.

They are little masters
inside a small form
so be sure
to nurture their innate  
gifts.

They are gifts
filled with divine energies
sent with stork of Gods vibration,
here infused with grand visions
for humanity.

Kids they are the future of mankind
so treat and teach them well
with the power of love.

The rewards is...
a world
of peace and harmony.

There is a higher rate of prayer in war zones
because a peaceful society takes things for granted.

There is a higher rate of second guessing in jail
because there is plenty of time to think.

There is a higher rate of dreams inside dark days
because that houses a creative spark of creation.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I LIVED,
FORGING THROUGH LIFE.

I laughed along with others
sometimes unaware
of hiding tears that festered
from feeling alone.

BEHING MASK OF CLOWN I MOVED,
TRYING TO MAKE ENDS MEET.

I longed for something more-
a connection
for understanding
my true purpose for living.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I PLAYED,
ALWAYS LOOKING TO ESCAPE.

I desired to become free
from fears and insecurities
that limited inside sadness
that followed me when uncloaked.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I HID
FOR 32 YEARS TIME.

Until serenity was mine
to know my true divine self
and throw mask away.

A new born
is a construct to generate memories.
To breed love inside child’s eyes.
To spawn a web of compassion
And to reach out with a hug.

A new Born
is a chance to be a kid again.
To do silly things to make one laugh.
To catch a smile and fill it with dreams.
To carry generations to new heights.

A new Born
is an opportunity to click a camera’s lens.
To allow a spirit to be be celebrated and grow.
A gift from the Divine,
meant to awaken the power of love.


StarBG © 2017

“Everybody is ones teacher”
Echoes the trees
as I sit in listening mode..

Even the birds chine in
with a blessing tune.

And sometimes the thunder storm
from Mister Thunder  Cloud
who teaches the hardest lesson.

But where theres a tear theres
healing long awaited for
comes and then
a rainbow forms.

Torrential rainfall
fell upon city after city.
Sky was grey like those suffering
in separation, fear, and greed.

No bird of happiness
flew in tornado winds.
No umbrellas safe haven
would stay open.

UNTIL people
released negative thoughts.
to balance inside compassion.

All got quiet,
and miracle appeared.

An upside rainbow that smiled to the world.

Now we’re dancing
awake and alert.
on road to better days.

A thousand strokes of pain,
my heart does feel.
As moving on thy field of love I go.
A mind field it has come to be
as voice explodes in ears.

Slings and arrows they move swift
with heart to be the open mark.
It hits with power oh so strong.
Your words sting with goodbye.

How does such thing come to pass?
When in your heart I found a home.
Emotions rope to pull so tight,
and light I do not see.

Oh I must stand to face waves.
that hit upon my shore of heart.
The birds still sing a top the tree,
but ears they cannot hear.      

Our vessels shan't meet again,
as flag half mast begins to fly.
My sadness comes to mesh with wind,
while open waters lead.

And perhaps flesh boat shall sail
through sunsets bright again someday.
To find soul who does long for love
inside the sea of life.

Oh to float in beating waves
that calls you as the yacht you be  
You come in time that melts away.
I found a love at last.

Learn did I if cloud tears fall
to understand just what to do
We will yes coast to realign.
A rainbow we will form.

So cockboat of mine is pulled,
by thee to launch a thousand dreams.
And we shall play love songs all night
Our union it is sealed.

Wander in rhymes I do today
as I now write in poem I say.
And write I will to sing a song
I promise that I won't be long.

To move to scribe is fun to do
Come and read I write for you.
So your eyes they will move and dream
connecting you to a writers scene.

I write and prance in colors fine
and inside heart I now do shine.
Shine to wish you well this day.
as I bow and I sing Hooray.

2 fairy souls met
inside mist of dawn and autumn leaves.
They whispered each others name
Tesha and Selkin
so Una the wind could hear.

Their wings meshed
like stain glass windows all a glow.
They moved inside grace
while scents of violets
birthed harmony.
While they forever celebrated
in a realm
of no time.

And as they floated off
mesmerized inside each others crystal eyes,
they knew they were soul mates
 destined to seal lips
below rainbow sky

Dear being encased in human form,
             I love you as much as every wave in the ocean,
             and every blade of grass.
            Like every heartbeat that plays on earth.  
            And as wide as the sacred sky.
            I love you like every twinkling star in the universe
            and every rustling leaf.

Dear Soul Mate, Lover, Friend,
                       I love you more.

Blue grey amber eyes
become sun that shines on poem
rays empower words

When I met you and we kissed,
my heart strings began playing
My breath my hand that lightly strummed.

Our tongues entwine deeply
as moments disappeared.
Fireworks formed behind eyes.
The crescendo rose
as his heart joined in chorus.

Arms linked together like unbreakable chain
each wanting a deeper hug.
In an instant a river of light vibrated
surrounding our auras making us feel bliss.
I became part of you
you of me.
Paradise in the bed room commenced.
The place in mind I wished to live forever.

I'm a clown I paint my face.
Making people watch with grace.
For I act crazy at times,
and I speak in silly rhyme.

Juggling phases is my art.
Now I bow and I will start.
To tell you I am a clown
turning frowns yes upside down.

I'll make magic in a poem,
with big pen on lines I roam.
Game I play of hide go seek
in a poem you'll find me peek.

Peek a boo I say to you.
Funny poems is what I do.

Walk, Write, dream.
WALK Proudly
SHARE Fearlessly
DREAM Big

It all started with an OM
a sound pure
filled with light
love
and ability to expand
with sacred energies.

It all started with an OM breeze
traveling cross
universal plane of galaxy.
passing stars of grand light.
Moving in graceful energies
Tickling consciousness
with sparks of Divine orchestration.

It all started
with the loving song of OM.
A song I carry in heart
steps of dance
in my life that is a gift.


StarBG © 2017

Fluffing off awareness,
as if lint is not an option to
my open conscious mind.

Golden sun of heart shines,
as a facet like diamond
unique and priceless.

The energies vibrate
giving feet ethereal wings
and voice songs of gratitude.

From throb of Gods heart,
I beat to dance
with fervor strong
connecting to light.

Sacred ears open
while music plays
in divine orchestration.

I found my truth
from souls whisper
as I listen receiving inner wisdom.
as I walk in the palace I constructed.

Adorned it is with visions
as rainbow blessing flowing
as every footstep
aligns with common cause.
The cause to awaken to bliss
and freedom evermore.

StarBG © 2017

Into an antique store I move,
gazing the artifacts.
An old typewriter
catches eyes.
No more does it have busy fingers,
dancing on it’s letter highway.

Now digits breeze upon plastic board
tickling computer screen with hands.
A grand place to travel on
for writer, and sage to share.
A grand place
to search internet
to expand ones consciousness.


StarBG © 2017

Every day I have a tea party
with imaginary friends,
as I sit in child-like state.

Some have six eyes - the better to see me.
Some have big ears - the better to hear me.
Some even have long tails - the better to sway as we dance.

My voice calls them,
as time stops to explore landscapes.
My dancing steps move,
as percolating tea *** sings.

My age it doesn't matter,
for I am forever young.
And they are my reality,
that I alone orchestrate.

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as rain outside cleanses earth.
While rain feeds plants hungry
As rain calls all to umbrellas
And while eyes swell
to let me know a poem is gelling
to be released.

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as a bathroom run is ignored.
While my hunger has to wait.
As the moments melt away.
And while my fingers dance
on keyboard making way
to birth a poem.

I am the song of my heart
playing inside grace.
Whispering cross air highways
to enter tunnels of ears.
I sing like my teacher the bird.
and echo with harp strings of heart.
I chant attuning to wisdom
and celebrate life with gratitude.
I am an orchestrated melody
one of an old creative soul
looking for accompaniment.