A woman is like a beautiful poem.
Letters becoming her makeup.
Charm her verse.
She’s divine with gentle sounds
guided by a writers heart.
A vision that echoes love,
in a stature of poetic rhyme.

A Million poems are buried
in my heart
waiting for excavation.

Waiting for me to take
pen like shovel forged
from golden Ink,
to make contact with page.

Dig with breath, and focus,
to make headway
inside prose, I do.

Dig in place
where time stops and tunneling commenses towards heart.

Soon headway is made,
as cord is struck that resonates with words.

Words that form
complete visions
and thus a poem is born.

And then... there's only
999,000,000 to go.

The waltz of our breaths intertwine
with heart beating song.
With light that vibrates to guide feet
and eyes that see light
spiraling in colorful splendor.

Moment unfold
in stomping ground of a new year.
Bells chime to celebrate the tides of life.
Magic of love readies itself to launch dreams.

Birds echo.
Dogs sing.
Mother Earth hugs.
Clouds drift in grace.

And we WE all move
like puzzle pieces of consciousness
as cells in Gods mind.

I wrote a poem today, I did.
Its words came out so right.
Touching those who came to read.
The words made such a sight.

They danced on page with curvy lines
They moved to spark a scene.
Colorful jargon flowed so free.
It made eyes start to gleam.

They shined to hold a forest view.
It echoed with birds song.
Telling all who gathered near.
It was where they belonged.

So poet now will end this verse
And call this poem now done.
She is grateful to her gifts.
She really did have fun.

Everyday is New Years.
To feel invigorated
by a moment of anticipatory splendor.

To ride a wave of optimism and resolutions.

New Years everyday when looking in the heart
and traveling with a smile
and a dream.

I mix my drink with stir-er being my pen,
and bubbles the floating words in mind.

Here's to the writer :
A woman poet self-assured
scribing inside dreamscapes.
Or man poet that reflects
and speaks his visions in clarity.

My glass is raised,
to one who writes with tears of ink
or vibrations of happy heart.

Here's to the poet
who sings like birds,
makeing their words fly
across vellum sky.

To the one who calls themselves a sage
walking with staff like pen,
moving in shadows
exposing dark to light.

My glass is high
proud to be in a family of scribes
who document a life's journey.
One's who rest all experiences
in backpack called the poem.

My glass is raised
every-time pen lifts,
at poems conclusion.
Hear, hear!

I am drunk on the universe.
Drunk on gentle breeze that caresses
and breath infused with miracles.
Drunk in moment that shows gateways
to new beginnings in this the changing world.
Drunk on the fine wine of gratitude and compassion.

Here eyes of reader...
drink up through portal of visions
Let yourselves let go with fine vintage of love
to get drunk for it carries your essence
meant to be savored.

gently breeze,
inside breath I sit,
connected to present moment.
Sun rises in beauty.
Birds sing with joyful song.
Waves touch shoreline.
And mountains divine
become landscape
against blue sky.

With gentle breeze,
inside breath I stand,
connect to present moment.
Affirmations surface to aid.
Alignment with love is felt
Self is renewed
to dance in my divinity
as landscape expands
in cloudless sky.

With gentle breeze,
I merge celebrating
the golden aspects
of my Divine self.
A gift present
to move in breeze
and change the world.

I dip my mind into
creative grid of consciousness,
as if a pool of chocolate
is waiting with sweet ideas
to launch an artistic
manuscript.

Energetic waves strike senses,
as deep breath aligns.
Colorful visions swells caressing mind
as I soak it up
in an instant.

Imagination is catapulted into
visions grand.
as I dive inside true freedom.

Every breath of trust is coated
with my opportunity to connect
a receive more jargon.

And tout de suite,
a visionary writing
is ready for a readers eyes.


StarBG © 2017

We learn something new everyday. Every moment one is awake to recognize the gift life is. To move in gratitude
Celebrate you.
Celebrate life.

Just think about it... The word earth E A R T H has the word ART in it. To me it means this planet is blessed with a creative energy meant to birth many kinds of artists including poets.

Yeah poets!

Awesome comes when you have the attitude.

It is dangerous to align with AI consciousness
(Artificial Intelligence)
where by all would have
endless knowledge, and perfect health
FOR we are all perfect inside imperfection.

What’s to experience
that’s worth the time?

An old poem written
by masters hand,
who sees life their own way
to draw one in like moth to flame?
PERHAPS!

An artist executing
painting eloquently,
to carry eyes inside oily surface
as brush leads like pendulums staff?
PERHAPS!

What’s to experience
that’s worth the time?

A peaceful echoing
of birds song
to trickle ears aimed at heart
as wind becomes like hug?
PERCHANCE!

A thought well rooted in dream
that blossoms divinely,
to feel excitement
as soul self awakens?
PERCHANCE!

Yes, what’s worth experiencing
inside time that tugs at heart?

The truth,
that we’re sacred and filled
with the miracle of life.

The truth,
that we’re eternal and each moment
is a gift worth unwrapping.

Oh! to experience life to the fullest.
After all, that is why we came.

Like heavy weighted belts
my problems and challengers become.
Some by family, or work.
Others from relationships
or my own negative thoughts.

They become as if cloaks drenched
with blame, judgements and self-disparagement
pulling at senses.

Cloaks disabling me to see
through its veil to know who I are.

My cloak suffocates me
straining to breath and ground.

Actions become necessary
as new energies come gifted from the universe.
Until I choose to discharge them
by using illuminations of love.

Time now succeeds the old
modalities that do not serve
our eternal nature.

It vibrates from soul to see
love inside my own creation.
It calls to remember
aligning to see everyones magnificence.  
Aligning to wear my true natural cloak of love
with fibers of gratitude proudly.

And so I shall.

I shall be a trumpeter in a band.
My pen being the conductors wand.
My heart beat the rhythm.
My poetic words the sound that flows.

A talent deep within
where no lessons were necessary
only connecting,
trusting,
and rolling in performance of life.

To love oneself,
is to open a doorway
for never ending love to follow.

to conquer loneliness
and move with power.

To love oneself
is to release judgment
and move with joy.

to be free
and expand one’s consciousness.

To love oneself
is to fill the consciousness grid of earth
thus implanting peace for the world.

Block, Block I knock
on a poets writers block-door of mind.
No one answers so I knock again.

Block, Block
Come out come out
to play, mind pattern
who is in darkness.

Block, Block I knock,
as I breath deep
to expand with trust
and determination.

At last door opens.
At last a crack I see
so my breath of intent may enter.

Finally I can  
shoot with my ray gun aimed
at wall of wandering doubts.

Bang, Bang Block,
I stand with gun of creativity
filled with word-like bullets
to disintegrate you,
and success is mine
Thusly... I can move with flow
so I may write.

I believe
through the breath
of intention and focus
one can access
the group conscious grid
thusly connect with
endless wisdom
to set one free.

Spring has knocked on my doorstep.
Birds being the doorbell
for eyes to perk.
Frost melts away revealing
trees of green and flower bloom.

Sunshine is the exposer
of photos.
And peace aligns with breath.

I stand grateful to open door
as my heart smiles
for a visitor
I have met before.

I am a fairy clown
bringing laughter
while collecting giggles.

I use chuckles as condiments
to mix into my brew of jokes.

I am a fairy clown,
spreading miracles
as my balloons inflate.

As the moment unfolds
for all to be peaceful.

Wont you come and dance
beside my clown shoes,
and forget your troubles?

Won’t you ride the wave of happy
to fly like a Caiques or Puffin?

My invitation stands
as red nose sparkles
and my hair curls.

It anchors
as the music in my heart plays
and I give out clown hugs.

You my dear spirit guides,
are the gardeners for my soul.

Cultivating my heart to blossom,
as sun rays from higher self aids.

Gracefully I turn,
swaying to music of heart.
Divinely I watch as third eye opens  
with visions grand.

You dear God, supply the seeds
that fuel my breath.

Expanding my dreams to root in
Mother’s soil as I sing.

Sing... Hooray, for the breath that ignites cells
in bodies field to thrive.

Sing...Hurray, for my sacred gardeners
who show me how
to unfold into my magnificence.

I kiss bye Bye
old thoughts that kept me prisoner.

I’m not good enough or pretty.
Not smart or worthy.

I rondevu with light
and release judgements that serves not.

I be sacred and child of God.
I’m divine ready to celebrate.

I say farewell to the drama
and open heart with seeds of love.

Toddle’s old fears.
that stops expansion.

Adios to limiting beliefs.

I kiss hello higher self
who showers me with unconditional love.

That reminds of my love essence.
That aligns me with inner power.
That carries me to higher vibration.

The vibration of peace and love.

She at yonder mirror stands,
naked in her own arena.
Her image basking in her
self praise and beauty.
Hair reaching floor
******* soft
Jungle tepid hot.

She at yonder mirror stands
Moving in slow dance.
Fantasizing
  of being a pole dancer,
for all eyes to see.

See as mirror echoes back
you go girl.

I
have something for you.
You may not see it coming.
It has no oder.
Can't be touched.
You may not even know who its from.
But
it's oh so powerful.

And, it just may sneak-up on you
when you sleep.

*
A smile of admiration.

Hug it up!
Take your arms
with actions
to share energies
To annoint with love.

Hug it up!
From the core
of your heartbeat
that plays divinely.

Hug it up
with
the gift that lasts
It won't  break your budget.

And make the holiday season
merry.

Here's to being a director to ones life,
orchestrating with thoughts.

To being the sound crew
listening to heartbeat with grace.

To being producer using breath
like strands of gold.

Here's to life
with detirmination to make it right.
And a grand movie unfolds
filled with endless possibilities.

Unfolding like spell
old man with grey hair spoke
My eyes fixated on his lips
and ears open to hear.

He whispered, as if wind
was infused in notes of song
and wisdom shadowed his back.

He echoed as if bird
was hiding within
sharing melodic song
that meshed with heart.

“We are ancient spirits
temporary housed in vessels for souls.
Potions within must be poured
so our Merlin selves can be free.”
He paused took a drink of air
and continued.

“And some day all shall fly
to illuminate stars in vast universe
inside grace to unite with God.”

With that... he disappeared
giving comfort to my suffering self
which is only an illusion
waiting to be explored and conquered.

And I, shall take
the life force energy
streaming within...
that fantastic vibration that anoints
as child of The Divine...
to mold it as if clay
with events
that lead to a full life.

I shall dip self inside love
and paint a life with dancing brush.
With footsteps that hold mystery and awe.

I shall live
inside the grip of heart
and ride like stallion
in many an voyage in the miracle of life.

The gift given when we visit human form.

Boo-hoo I did cry
Our relationship had died
Grave stone read we loved.

Sun did shine upon my poem.
It trended to some eyes unknown.
So I read comments yes dear.
I felt peace and love so near.

I infused love in a poem,
before posted then I roam.
Roam across fields in my day.
Finding visions as I pray.

I Pray with a grand grateful song.
Knowing that I can't wrong.
As I'm connected ideas come.
Then I write a poem for fun.

Do Take poem and start to read.
I hope I will plant A seed.
And Perhaps a Sun you'll send.
I will thank you much dear friend.

Born with pen in one hand
and idea in other,
I cried,
not tears but echoes of punctuation.
I screamed,
for paper yearning to share visions
in-between sleep.
I smiled,
seeing colorful spirits
urging me to be patient.

But when I laughed,
the world gathered
and conversations began
acting like building blocks for poetic words.

At young age
I molded phases in mind
like tasty lollipops,
as stick-like pen was my friend
and ideas clung to mobile.

By age four fate was sealed
while pen expanded,
and ideas sprouted like flowers of poetry.

Poems,
I share as a prodigy
creating smiles to celebrate life in verse.

Put on the lenses of God
and see who u are,
As I did.
Stand at the alter of Love
to dance in grace with miracles
knowing you are precious

And if you don't believe in God
Just stand in your greatness.
Empowered knowing
your blessed and a blessing.

Lying in bed at first light,
I jump start my day
with breath into heart.

Energies spiral
Eyes open consecrating moment
Sounds tickle fibers of ear
And mind pulsates with thought.

It’s a phase perfect for poem to be launched
Verse to be scribed upon computer screen

Moments unwind as sun rises in sky
as keyboard is taped in song like fashion
as
perhaps a person on other side of the world may read
to nourish their mind and jump start their day.

flow inside brain.
They take on properties to a
wandering mind who tries to anchor.

Am I  
33 years old branching forth in a lifetime
carved by decisions of past?
Am I  
64 moving at the pinnacle of life
trying to understand journey fully?
Am I  
86 years old taping into the rhythms of life
before death takes me?
Am I
109 filled with wisdom from past lives
gathered by a meditative stance?

Am I
3 years old a child filled with the excitement for life,
grasping the unknown with fury?

Numbers said in conscious mind.
Do they shape our reality,
or are they just numbers?

He stood hands over eyes
feeling the weight of hopelessness.
Feeling his body weak and heavy
with self judgment and fear.
All the while not noticing
that the wind was hugging him with love.

I want to go back to childhood days where climbing a tree and singing out of tune was acceptable.

Where I colored out of the lines and held it up proudly for all to compliment.

Where I watched the Wizard Of Oz and dreamed of visiting dancing munchkins and playing in glass slippers.

I want to go back to before I was born where self floated in energies of the universe not to care, not a fear.

But alas if I went back to most early days I would have been asleep.
Eating unhealthy
Not trusting
Not loving self
Living in fear
Believing the news moguls.
Controlled by ego mind.

What I really want....
To go into the Heart and live forever
with the treasures of love.
And all my tomorrows,
here on the planet Earth.
Here consciously awake in oneness.

Earth it's a playground.
A place where spiritual beings
can grow heal and exapand.

A place where one soul meets another and soul mates can rondeau.

Earth is a playground,
where all can gather
to praise Gia
and all her special beings.

Everyday I plant smiles,
upon fields of hearts.
I tend to it in sun of day.

Day after day, I grow giggles.
They travel over hills and valleys
I breath them in often.

Everyday I harvest love,
to share with all.
I celebrate inside joy.

I plant smiles, after smiles.
Grow giggles, after giggles.
And harvest love, sweet love.


StarBG © 2017

And through the ashes
of challengers and loss
the mighty Phoenix’s soul rose gallantly.
Fearlessly and determined to spread wings
to succeed in all its endeavors.

Being discouraged is just a prelude to success.

YOU ARE a sage.
One who can maneuver the sands of time.

The challengers,
that become huddles to jump under moon.

YOU ARE an old soul.
One who can benefit inside solitude
to hear your divine heartbeat.

YOU ARE the reader
one I bow to
as you forge through dark to see the sun.

shall be
simple.
Simply being what they are.

Poetry is
life.
Life
is poetry.