Here I stand,
in first light of day.

Breath invigorates,
as loves light anchors.
Heart echoes,
with musical beats that plays grand.

Whispers of affirmations
set stage,
as road map in heart enhances mind.    
While I find love infused in everything.

Moment expand,
as steps of dance ground.
Heart opens,
with moments gift of being alive.

Here I stand
in first light of day.

Gratitude sings,
as voice connects to air of breath.
Desires center,
grounding inside a smile.

Sparks of rainbow light
set stage,
as I gaze at road map of day.
While I feel peaceful to celebrate.

Celebrate
to live my dreams
CONNECTED to universe.
                      AWAKE to understand
                          ALERT to be free.


StarBG © 2017

CONVERSATIONS
are like seedling words.
When they spout within
a bouquet of a poem is held
in heart and ready to be shared.

EMOTIONS
are reservoirs of visions.
When flood gate is opened
feelings flow and are gathered
to be scribed for peace.

SCENES
are like windows of opportunities
When floating into eyes
they become fuel for a poem
to be launched on a site.

If you're having a bad day
remember love is your essence
and align with the beings
who hold love for you.
Angels Archangels, The Divine,
Fairies, Ancestors,
The Galactic Federation
And then...
the bad day will dissipate.

With breath the perspective of Peace and Love
solidifies in cells.
It opens passageways for magical moments to ensue.
It makes way for the human vessel to move inside
Compassion, and Joy.
Abundance, and Health.
Wisdom, and Dreams.
It lets our sacred creative human vessel bond with all
People, Animals, Gia, Father Sky and God.

And with breath, the perspective becomes a reality
as all unite for the common goal.
To evolve our species inside love thoughts and deeds.
To align with our galactic peaceful neighbors.
To reconnect with our birthright as divine beings.

Let the celebration begins.


StarBG © 2017

My sleepy eyes close.
Night time adventures begin.
Its divine to dream.

Divinity is YOU
embodied
in a human costume.

Beauty is YOU
wrapped around
A 3rd dimensional playground.

My star self shines
pulsating with gratitude
for the moments present
of life.                

Sky of stars
slowly transitions
to an orchestration of day.

Mind aligns with thoughts
to envision a day
meant to sing with poetic song.

Song,
inside a souls heart
that smiles.

I write
connecting to the energetic field of creative vibrations
and allow it to flow.
Flow without worry ego's right or wrong labels.

I use the magical beat of my heart
to be the ink from which flows
visions and dreams.

I scribe following my passion to anoint page
with implanted smiles
tears of challengers
and wisdom that echoes from beyond.

I write into pools of eyes
as I celebrate
the you in me and the me in you.

Why I write well...
that is a different question
and a different poem.

"Keep smiling it's contagious,"
like bug that travels unseen.

Sometimes it hides behind a giggle,
or energetic high.
Other times, it meanders
in suns rays and diamond stars.

The bug of smile,
always lands on face
inside gratitude prayer.
It attacks to lighten load of mind
so one travels to heart.

"Keep smiling it's contagious."
Some call it Smile-a-phobia.
A disease, I love to carry.

I load trigger of pointed pen
aiming toward page
My ammunition punctuation  
As words load drifting onto page
coma’s and periods
are shot.
flying to rest a perusing eye.
They travel to make clear view.

My words are love infused weapons
with purpose to soften hearts.
So when reader walks away
they feel light and free.

Oh the breath!
The finest tool a human has.
It aligns us with wisdom.
Carries power to let us move free.
It grounds us to Mother Earth.
Brings air in blood to aids heartbeats song.
Yes the breath,
a delightful drink of air
to indulge with
morning, noon, and night.

you howl to moon.
Do let your voice ring out.
I will listen with strong ear.
as you do bark and shout.

Let your voice sing to the stars
requesting moon to shine.
You and moon your both earths gift.
you both are so divine.

What message do now you speak
oh wolf you stand to send
A reminder I do think
that you and moon are friends

I believe you howl each night,
to say thank you to moon
that is sure a great reason
to echo and to croon.

For I love it too, I do
the moon and stars so bright.
Wolf your full of wisdom sweet
on cold and lonely night.

Fast food establishments
are not food.
Its manufactured garbage
not deserving of a divine body.

Its fake food
hidden behind fancy commercials
that fool the brain.

Billboards brainwash
and big newspaper ads
pull one thinking
they have free will.

Prizes and playgrounds
entice kids
who in turn urge parents
to go out.

Turn off the TV,
the ads that play in mind.
Turn on the truth
in heart
and respect your body.

Try eating at home
and take kids to dollar store.
They will enjoy it more
and have nourishment.

And do stay away from soda
not natural,
it’s a corrosive.

Radio is on.
Yankees verses the Astros
Go my Yankees go.

Regular diet of hugs and kisses
is what I crave for-
no calories just build up of smiles.

From the garden of my heart,
I seed in breath colorful visions.
They medamophis into
a pens dance.

In my garden of words,
blossom into sentences.
Into phases,
shadowed by moon like punctuation.

In my garden of life,
I expand in moments grand.
A field of poetic song takes hold
to invite a visiting eye.

A visitor,
who may buy
my bouquet of prose,
with payment of a smile.

Love is the reason. Love is the way,
River of Love moves inside my day.

Love it empowers. Love feels so right.
It gives great powder even at night.

Love is the purpose with Love we will chime.
Knowing our truth to vibrate in rhyme.

Loves rhyme is song that plays from our hearts
Love is the reason to make a new starts.

Yes
love is river this I do say
where I do romp in peace as I pray.
Pray inside love to trample my fear
knowing lights love is inside so dear.

Love is our essence
so pure and so grand.
Love gives strength as we move on this land.

So find the reason to look deep inside
there is a river of love oh so wide.

My words ferment in mind.
Churning and Expanding.
I pour them out in verse
as bubbles transmute to punctuation,
as I celebrate life.

Wine...bottled poetry
to savor.

Come get drunk on my phases
Afterwards, you can drive all you like.

The worse block a writer has is the block made by one thinking they have a block.



**

Open that dam of words, only you have the power.

The world is a stage
where we are the scriptwriters,
and performers.

"Time to proof read your life
and make changes inside love."


The world is like a
sculptures studio,
where we artist
are chipping away
old beliefs
to realign and cast a new reality
inside love.

"Time to look upon self
as a masterpiece."


The world is a grand garden
where we are
gardeners and caretakers
of natures beauty.

*
"Time to be responsible to Mother Gia,
realize we are
a walking trees of divinity, and
treat all, all, all
with respect and love."

Wind that carried happy smiles
shinned not the day I fell.
The day tears hit wall
set up with egos bricks.

Wind pushed me to
open eyes to my own disconnect
as I lied scared and bleeding.

Wind became dormant with stench
of lies that held body frozen in tracks
and weak in mind.

Until I looked to sun for guidance
and wind once again surged
with birds tune that lifted me
to try again.

If I was an Italian ice
I would be rainbow in color.
The ice someone special would savor
on hot day,
or steamy night.

A night where stars shine bright,
and pleasure echo.

If I was ice cream
I would be covered with whipped cream.
Soft and fluffy,
inviting someone to play in my sugar plum field.

A field where satin sheets cover
and love grows.

If I was a delicious desert.
I would be in a famous bakery.
Strutting my fancy truffle behind store case.
Hoping, that special person would come
to appreciate my craftsmanship.

But alas I am just a sweet human in form
tasty if I invite you into my private back room.

My hearts voice
spills upon page in grace.
Each word shinning
like a star of the universe.
A vortex opens
with paragraph carrying the code.
A code of loves essence.
And as my poems ends,
another waits
with cosmic energies
to ignite.
Ignite,
as dreamscapes of words
become reality
and I
become a walking planet.

It’s a beautiful masterpiece
that glistens like little diamonds.

A gift from Father sky
meant to slow us down to appreciate life.

A chance to plan ones next vacation
to a warm place where it never snows.

Frozen particles that excites a child to rush out
to make a snowman to bond parent and child.

Large accumulations that give people
a snow-day from work and children no school.

A reminder to dress warm to avoid discomfort
and drink hot chocolate.

A chance to take out your ski’s
and glide gracefully on mountain trails.

An opportunity to take out a camera and shoot away.

The chance to release anxiety by making snow *****
to throw them at someone without harm.

Snow the reminder it is Winter
and holds the celebration of Christmas
and the start of a New Year.

Thy eyes of green dance,
in wind of moment.
Breath bonding grandly.
Bells ringing freedom.

Thy essence anchors,
in rays of sunlight.  
Hugs clasping our hearts.
Birds gently singing.

Thy soul swims inside eyes,
in heartbeats of song.
Smiles embracing lips.
Love growing wildly.

Thy eyes ...
The gateway to dreams
The place where adventure radiates.

We are like spiders,
them with their web
that brings nourishment.
Us with the computer web
that brings us food for thought.

Stained glass angel on
porch collects sunlight until  
wind takes it away.

Dreams, oh dreams!
Won’t you come out and play,
as wind whispers with gentle hug.

Peek-a-boo, I feel you near
ready to jump out gracefully.

Dreams, Oh Dreams!
Won’t you come to explore new horizons,
for I’ve carried you on back forever.

Peek-a-boo, I’ll catch you
with my determination and fortitude.

Dreams, oh dreams!
Won’t you bloom its harvest time
and I’m the farmer ready for crop.

Peek-a boo, I see you on ledge of heart.
vibrating unlimited possibilities.

Dreams, oh dreams!
Won’t you expand into reality
for I have an abundance of you
making me a millionaire.

Ally Ally Oxen Free!
Your caught.

Snowflakes dancing fairies preserved in ice,
drift gracing eyes that peer out window pane
to stop time.

They divinely carried by wind
make mountains of beauty
causing children to smile
with dreams of snowmen fun.

Snowflakes Gods message to halt busy schedule
and slow mind so breath can catch up to life.

They are a gift that flies to open hearts
to the magnificence of a Winters sky.

High in the sky of my mind
I write.
Flying inside a poetic song.

I sing from heart
as birds gracefully
paint the sky with voice.

I will stand
facing night sky
releasing a wish
on a shooting star.

A wish that one of my poems
will be the poem of the day
that goes out
to fill all inboxes
on the road
of a Hello Poetry site.

And thus said...
I echo
gratitude and AMEN.

With click of rollerball
my pen-like stallion
leaves gate of parchment.

It bolts with dust of ink
its long leg
across white track.

Mind announces its pace
of smooth and steady
as words flow.

Sun shines in cloudless sky,
while eyes of spectators
watch in excitement.

Its a grand race to the finish line.
The place, where poem ends
and readers applaud.

Your love shall take me over
with our arms locked in a safety net.

Our embrace
becomes a buoy to float
together in waves of light.

Our bodies
entwines with
no beginning and no end.

Passions replace time
as lips meet in a perfect match
as if molded from God's hand.

Your love takes me over as minutes melt-away
and our hearts beats with sacred song.

Our love is orchestrated
with whispers leading our vessels in grace.
And at Heaven's Gate
we will drift together
body to body, soul to soul
for all time.

You are my gift and I yours, now and forever now
Below velvet sky and above earth
as a sandwich of love.

Snowflake ballerinas dance
to the winds musicial orchestration.
Air's chill, fills breath,
as daydreams of a island retreat
is contemplated.

The perfect scene to observe,
as I down some hot chocolate
and memories.
As I stay indoors happy
for a reason to take a day off.

Will you marry me oh Goddess of Nature.
with your delicate smell that covers senses.

Your children's voices sing below moon.
as gentle breezes hug.

The divine river sounds tickle ears,
making me swim with your endless love.

Your tall trees can be the leaf bearers.
Your fairy kingdom the guests.
Your spiders can play web harps.

Our Love can move mountains
and make thunder roar
as birds soar.

Yes our love will explode with fireworks
so humans awake,
to earths plight so great.

Will you marry me
Oh Goddess of Nature?
I will love you forever
till the day I die
as I sigh
feeling high
I know why.

StarBG © 2017

In world of poetry inspiration flows everywhere.

On butterfly wings, and birds that sing.  
Of gentle breeze, and a tickle tease.
Between zebras stripes, and inside Skypes.

On a drifting cloud, and person so proud.
In a heart that sings, and engagement ring.
Between the quiet breath, and in dream at rest.

On a plane that flies, and deep ones eyes.
In a dream that plays, and a foggy haze.
Between lines of verse and a persons hearse.

On a nice red cloak, and a silly joke.
In ballet dance, and true romance.
Between a sparkling star, and a door ajar.

On a summers night, and the stars so bright.
In a smile with love, and a flying dove.
Between line of text and some heavy ***.

In world of poetry inspiration flows everywhere
so do take care and now see clear, a poem is near.

I gaze upon visions of a clock
as it cooks making a timed delicacy.
The little hand mixes its food
giving feet stage to dance.
The big had scoops it out
presenting endless possibilities.

And the numbers, they drift
before disappearing in busyness
and a happy smile.

What would life be without dreams?
Without latching onto the airways
of a prayer.

What would life be without threading
our tomorrows with dreams of today?
Without the hearts pulsation of gratitudes song.

Just... an empty planet with barren soil
and footsteps shadow.

Just... a breeze like vessel in the wind trying to find a port.

Plant your dreams and water them with hope and breath.
Tend to the ground you walk on with prayers and trust.
And then watch them grow, into a forest of dreams.

INSIDE THE RHYME OF LIFE, I SING
CELEBRATING AS INK HITS PAPER.
AS WORDS DANCE
ON VELIUM PLATFORM.

SWIRLING ENERGIES MESH
WITH BREEZE AS HEARTBEATS SPIRAL.
AS LIGHT INTEGRATES WITH DARK
IN THE MASTERPIECE OF LIFE.

A LIFE WHERE SOUL
RISING TO THE COMING SUN,
AND MOMENTS WEAVE
A TAPESTRY OF LOVE.

grows everyday inside the moment of a breath, the focus in the heart and footsteps of dance.

It sprouts like beautiful flowers,
as gardner I sow truth
that I have God's essence within.

New hope grows everyday
generated by
faith, trust, and compassion,
as  I remember who I am.

It blossoms 
with water of gratitude
in the sacred journey I celebrate.

In an enchanted forest inside mind, I drift dancing to the rhythm of birds
to the wind that daintily blows
to the love infused in heart.

In an in enchanted forest I live
as stars shine and moon vibrates
in rays to pull me upward.

A place I visit often
in a dreamscape covered in beauty
where sacred little beings live  
and time has no purpose.

A forest I will fly to
with fairy wings when I
leave this earth realm.

BUT  behind I shall leave
vibrational breadcrumbs of love  
in the hope that you shall follow.

Inside a marshmallow sky,
spiraling clouds formed.
They expanded inside eyes
to excite.

Energies mounted
drifting to touch hearts

They caused all to awaken
to the magic of life.

And as I stood with deep breath taken
to resonate with the sky's gift,
I danced knowing all would evolve
for harmony.

I put a message into breeze
sending it outward.
Zephyr fueled with passions
traveled cross fields
and over mountain terrain.
It whispered inside rivers current,
and through dancing leaves.

I put a thought into exhale
and watched as it exploded
into firework display.
As airs gist melted
right into your heart,

Our souls expanded
and we fell into
a gentle saunter of love.

With a wisp of words
I thread my pen
gently in breath.
The moment perpetuates movement
My thoughts vibrate with song
And as I move pen sows gracefully
until poem garment is done.