Snow is the sleeping powder for Mother Earth.
Trees are enhanced by sparkle.
Ground is cooled so plants rest.
Clouds drift to shower its mist.
Birds sing perhaps,
calling to fairies to ride the snowflakes
like grand bronco rider.

And noses feel chill as
as one goes in for coco echoing gratitude,
marveling at such beauty.

The winds they now do sway with me
sway with me this day,
as I bow in gratitude
I dance and I do say.

I say I am so very blessed,
to have great wealth inside.
As I bond with earth and friends,
I walk with inner pride.

I walk, jump, dance, and play,
as I do grow and shine
I move singing from the heart.
I know I am divine.


StarBG © 2017

SCULPTORS We use tools are pen and keyboard, journal and eyes. Our hearts are compasses, energy portal for information. All gifts. A profession called to by the powers of light.

FARMERS   who carefully grow thoughts to sprout words into sentences. We use water from eyes to grow poems as well as rays of sun to scribe happy thoughts.

DOCTORS   We heal with their words to give hope to the reader. We give the medicine of a positive verse to open heart. And doctor old wounds so one feels they are not alone.

TEACHERS  who carry wisdom to share with affirmations, thoughts and writings. Our footsteps of experiences bring about poems with insight.

INDIAN CHIEF  We see the beauty in nature and write about it, trying to pass on a new awareness to the world.

ARCHITECTS   who build buildings of verse sometimes tall other times short. They have windows for reader to peer through.

DANCERS   We use words to become like ballerina steps anointing of page-like dance floor. We write gracefully and elegantly to the music of our heart like a dancer would to an orchestras music.

SOME People are asleep
moving in their everyday routines.
Oblivious to TRUTHS spoken
Unaware of a better way.

SOME People are zombies
going through the motions
Oblivious to TRUTHS written
Unaware to being in-prisoned

SOME People are in a daze
doing path chosen by sprit.
Oblivious to TRUTHS echoed
Unaware change is possible.

BUT MANY people are awakening
expanding WITH consciousness
Listening to TRUTHS
aware world is ours to RECLAIM.

BUT MANY people are rising.
TEACHING, ENLIGHTENING
ready to share the TRUTHS
constructing new beginnings.

People MAY start listening
but the awake are breaking ground  
RECREATING PEACE ON EARTH
WHO ARE YOU?

Delicious for eyes.
scribed inside mind
flows so divine
captivating rhyme
expands cells in time
Better than coffee I find.

Life experiences are like cards stacked
to be played skillfully.
Turned over to face the good.
Flipped off to release the bad.

Fanning out like a peacock's colorful stalks
the cards reveal great mystery.

Care to shuffle and observe some truths?
Care to continue the game,
and have a go at arranging the deck?

Like magician our thoughts
have power to control the deck.

When all cards are added up
and life's game ends,
it equals a grand human experience.

Time to shuffled a new deck.
Time to know we are sacred kings and queens eternal.

I took a dip in the pool of energies.
They urged me on,
as my breath merged with birds song.
They carried me in waves with the new born sun.

And when I began to swim in grace,
they coxed me gracefully,
as effervescent waters glowed with beauty.
They transported me to feel the magic of the moment.

They brought me home, to glide in the surf with my dreams.

Won’t you come, and jump in life's pool of light?
The energy-like water is grand and you will feel divine.


StarBG © 2017

A poet writer yes I am,
as I write I'll eat some ham.
Eat and fill my stomach deep,
then to write I take a seat.

In between the ham are words.
Yes, I know it sounds absurd.
But it works words they do land.
Etched on paper oh so grand.

Words don't stop they come out well
Once they're out oh I feel swell.
Soon a poem completes so fine,
as I end my precious rhyme.

Wind whispers,
with scents of flowers,
sounds of sacred birds,
soft swirling breezes.

The gale vibrates,
bringing suns bright rays,
children's laugher to hear,        
clouds able to dissipate.

Air enters,
gifting life for expansion
energies to anchor strong,      
wisdoms endless flow to travel,
  
The zephyr touches hearts,
guides waves to shore,
playing in grand sound,
as I whisper gratitude.
and celebrate life.

StarBG © 2017

And when I leave this place called Earth
I shall take a bow,
watching the rerun of my life,
as God and my guides applaud.

As the performance brings many beings to eye.

As the curtain closes, to consider again
another life show on Earths stage.

Your shinning sun pen
lit your way
to a poem trimmed with truths
ribbons of words like silk are wrapped,
sealed with the vibrations of song.
Your name harbors a poets dream
Inside rays that annoint pen.
I am grateful to one called sun
Who moves high in life.