(ASHLEY KOCHER)
DREAM CATCHERS ARE THE MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES OR SO THEY SAY.

(Star)
The nightmares that hide in shadows
ready to strike
when lids close.
Dreamcatchers a gift
that keeps giving on nights
when storms brew.

(Ashly Kocher)
Like a witches potion
some good some bad
bubbling up
overflowing
wishes to be had
Only formulated for night
giving some freight
Overloaded files
ready for the attack.

(Star)
And attack they will
but I have my trusty
catcher shield on wall field.
Defending my sleep
and letting me
be at peace
so shadow bugs can’t creep.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE THE MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(damperez)
Some mornings i take
what the catcher has caught
and make make soup or mosaic or poem out of them

(Star)
They swirl drifting
in my soup of words
as I strain them through suns rays.
My pen stirrer turns
in moment fine and divine.
expanding in rhyme.
No more nightmares you’ll find.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Gods1son)
Hope its gone for good
not to return in the coming nights
inside stars bright

(Star)
Hope its gone
not to knock on sleeps door
then I’ll be peaceful
inside dreamscape shore.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Fecundeity)
When sweet morning dawns
giving dreamcatcher sight
the bad dreams flee
unable to survive light.

(Star)
Cause light is so bright
and the nightmares dark
they can’t survive
inside ones loves spark.

DREAM CATCHERS ARE TH MAGIC TRICK
TO CAPTURE YOUR NIGHTMARES.

(Mysidian Bard)
Caught like flies in a spindly web
guiding you to the morning when
you’ve lost your way

But hay I do say
your safe anyway
cause nightmare flies die
in day hooray.



mikecccc)
They never say how to empty them.

(Star)
Shake with love intention
to set them to the light
so no longer they will be
a nightmare sight at night

HAPPINESS,
is just a thought away.
A breath you take with focus
to align with love.
With giggles grand.
With a smile.

HAPPINESS,
* is just a feeling away.
A dancing footstep with grace
to align with birds song.
With musical heartbeat.
With the wind.

Happiness
is our birthright.
An extension of self,
to align with the moment.
With dreams.
With miracles.

Today,
is *International HAPPINESS Day.
Catch the magic and be HAPPY
now and everyday.

I'm a kid in a sandbox,
as if each sand molecule is a word.
and every pile built becomes a poem.

I am a kid in the sandbox
building a castle of visionary verses,
as inner child comes out
and time stops.

I am a kid in the sandbox,
constructing inside grace,
Inside the moment that holds
endless creative poetry.

I am a kid in the sandbox ,
putting on a writers hat
who will never grow up.

With our own truth,
we will rise inside diversity
to move to celebrate
humanities future.

Sun rises
infused with rainbow light.
Birds sing
generating vibrations
to make all sing.

With our own truths
we shall move in peace.
Dancing inside hearts
for humanity to be free.

Free to
radiate compassion
And see the hands
of each other’s God.

Sometimes I sit at my desk
and think that MY poetry writes me.
That it bubbles up like rising dirigibles
tweaking my impulses to write.

Verses become effervesce tickles
to launch heartbeats.
Canopies of breath filled with words
get syphoned into heart.
Bristol waves of passions
gracefully float
traveling
from heart to hand with pen.
Dancing Pen to crystal page.
Golden text to readers eyes
and than perhaps a readers hand
who graciously gifts me with sun
and smile.

Inside breath, lit corners of heart expand.
Pulsating with self-talk and forgiveness.
Radiate outwardly
swirling,
gracefully to tickle senses.
They echo moving in rhythms that
awaken my being.

Inside breath the light becomes a ball
illuminating my consciousness.
Moving to hold loves lantern
as I shine it to the world

Sensuality is that divine voice,
that echoes behind heartbeat.
The one that expands with hugging arms
and eyes to glance into yearning soul.

It’s the gift of feelings that set us apart
from animals that roam and birds that fly.

Its the voice that sets heart strings a glow
to makes temperatures rise.

Sensuality is the delicate furled tongue
planted gently inside mouth to induce excitement
in a moment divine.

It’s the heat that causes pulse to rise
and thoughts to float in sea of pleasures.

Sensuality the voice that speaks to launch
my own passions and dreams.

Winged souls harmonize
in voices divine,
as star chandlers
bring light to moment.

As angels sing to celebrate
all who wander on Earth.

Citadel is built by heartbeats mortar,
and love bricks guided by constellations
form grand monuments.

Light integrates with dark
for a parade of love to anchor
while new pyridines become reality.

And as life's carousel continues to turn
expanding self, we gracefully walk
with wind, rain, and sun at our backs.

I write like a sage, wandering to
collect visions and experiences
with pen as staff.
I move with words adorned
as if fine jewels.

Words become diamonds.
Phases, strings of pearls.
Stanzas like hand crafted broaches
And punctuation, precious stones to accentuate.

My jewelry is priceless.
My display box the vellum page.
I am my best friend.


StarBG © 2017

I keep writing cause I continuously see visions
that my heart wants to scribe.
Cause my mind finds seeds
that blossom into poems when picked.

I keep writing cause as long as moon shines
there is a topic to write.
Cause a readers eyes begs for something to do
and I am willing to oblige.

I keep writing cause my writer guides
whisper endlessly urging me on.
Cause every blood cell
is filled with letters, and I bleed words.

Love is my vitamin
it expands within
as gratitude comes to mind.

It travels as backpack to cells
moving to anoint every *****.

Faith is my vitamin
it vibrates to ground self
to be in moment.

It travels inside heartbeats
that bring feet to dance.

Peace is my vitamin
I take in with breath.

It reverberates to open doorways
to walk celebrating life.

It becomes a garden
that spouts miracles.

As fog covered my outside landscape I sat,
relaxing and aligning with poetic ideas
to scribe at later date.

The air was warm, as a faint scent of lavender entered nostrils. My human eyes couldn't make out anything more than a shadow but; my inner senses knew I wasn’t alone.

The being whispered adding fog to the room. With deepen breath it now made sense of my visitor recalling my art background. Remembering, my prayer just days earlier how I longed for a great maters of art to flow through me.

As moments passed, the blur became more distinct. There he stood before me adorned with painters hat and smock. With a smile as he held up a brush and made like he was painting my form.

I giggled with air of breeze. My third eye exploded with an image of Monet. He began to fill my mind with picturesque visions.
Flowers entered my eyes as I felt a creative power serge.
Fields of afternoon strollers adorned with paroles entered mind. And birds rustled in trees, as a flowing brook traveled within.

More scenes manifested. I could almost taste the sweet air running down my throat. When I was filled to capacity, he stopped and I understood. He was providing me with fuel for thought. Scenes to transcribe into poetic jargon.

As he bowed, and I whispered gratitude, he disappeared. I was again alone with my keyboard, dancing hands and vivid imagination tweaked with his talented light.

I now was ready to create on canvas screen and of course my new curator of verse, Monet.

Being on earth is a carousel ride
that goes up-and-down,
North, South, East, and West.
Payment for such ride is gratitude.

The carousel conductor starts ride
with my breath that aligns in moment.

I am galloping on a rainbow horse,
up a grand mountainside.
Blossoming trees on either side.
Wind blowing hair with gentle energies.
An occasional shower
with darken clouds pass quickly.

Freedom is mine,
as love infused music plays.
It's the music of my heart.

A human child,
drew a picture of a fairy
with a tail, whiskers, and
coat long and fluffy like a cat.

A fairy child,
drew a picture of a human
with a tail, whiskers, and
coat long and fluffy like a cat.

Both traveled in their own reality world.
Both believed anything was possible.

I wish to find my fairy wings
and use them in this lifetime.
To recall where I come from and celebrate.

Oh to fly in open skies,
feeling wind and sharing love my essence.
Oh to whisper in song like birds
to dance on highways of stars.

I wish etheric wings would align
so I drift in dreamscape reality unrestricted.
To activate my boundless powers

Oh to glide peacefully in dream currents.
Oh to stay awake and soar in someones arms.

When one faces their fears
and stands to see mirror of self
everything changes for the better.
To see they are divine and precious
one who even with bruises of life
carries the light of God
and the vibration of love.

Fears dissipate in alignment to make
not only one expand inside their greatness
but be able to move forward without limitations.

I know I’ve been through it.
I be a football player
tackling my challengers.
My voice is ball
I run with
and goal is the celebration
of self and life.

I be a runner in my journey
awake to hear the crowd roar,
to dance in the wind
inside the moment
in grace.

I be a football player
where my captain is source
and self is a star
shinning to make a difference.

A unicorn princess lived near sea.
Saying a prayer with a special plea.
He wanted to see a mermaid so grand,
who swam in grace on watery land.

"Alas great mermaids do come near
so I can thank you, your so dear.
You have great tails that are yes swell
inside of dreams I see you well."

"Show yourselves I now do say
We can celebrate all day.
I will give you a ride in sun,  
no ones here so we'll have fun.
Oh I love you mermaid sweet,
it is you I'd like to meet."

After the Unicorn recited his poem.
On seashore with waves he did roam.
Until soon they met inside time.
They echoed in a sacred rhyme.

And when day did end she Yes left
The Unicorn he felt so blessed.

StarBG © 2017

In the scrapbook of a poets mind
there lies a photo.

A Landscape of words
that shines like sun
calling one to scribe.

Sometimes sunny scrapbook
burns
releasing painful memories
needing to be written
for peace.

Other times it’s
bright
beaming down a rainbow
of beauty.
flying like a butterfly
needing to be free.

Scrapbook contains
endless pages
to glance at
when posted or printed
in book form.

It's a gift
handed over by poet to reader.
Come gander at a poem.

For...A poem a day keeps the doctor away.

With recipe of life,
I colonize mind
setting up red flags
to recognize the ego ingredient that
doesn't blend well
to serve my highest good.

My recipes includes a dash of love,
a cup of swirling dreams and
plenty of seasoning from emotions.

Time to cook and baste my mind
with intention of thoughts.

WALA!
The poem concoction is done.
Feast away readers, feast away

I am a tall multifaceted sided top.
Turning in moment.
Twirling with my pen spinner.

There is inner glow that shines
were each side is infused with words.

When I land on one side
A sad poem may emerge
where emotions are felt.

If the side falls on a smile
a poetic song laced with rhyme
Surfaces.

I never know what side will emerge
on any given day or moment.

I never know but ever poem is a gift
A window of self
ready to share.  

Sometimes another poet will turn me
and inspire with their words.

Guess relatives can call me
a chocolate dreidel
filled with sweet or bitter poems.

Meet mistress color.
She is your friend.
The Red Goddess signifies love.
The yellow optimism.
Green prosperity.
And purple peace.

Meet the male deity of color.
He is your friend.
The Brown deity teaches to ground.
Grey lets emotions flow.
Black invites silence
And orange anchors new dawn.

Meet gold and silver,
spiraling into mystical love and light!
The gold that celebrates
a creative light.
The silver that makes one vibrate
inside love every moment.

Meet your inner self
It is your friend
It mirrors endless possibilities
and carries dreams with rainbow light.

In Heartbeats harmony
my day unfolds
Connecting to sing
Feeling to know
Experiencing to trust

In heartbeats harmony
moments unfold
Sadness and happy align.
Postive brings positive.

In heartbeats harmony,
life's door opens
Understanding happens
Gratitude flows.

In heartbeats harmony,
life's magnificent
Dreams flourish
Poets words gather
and peace is mind

I, am a walking poem queen
in divine form,
living in a kingdom of words.
My cape is interwoven with lyrics.
Crown, adorned with punctuation jewels.
Throne, carved in grand mirage.

At night looking up to stars,
I see a thousand visions
shining with verse.

Strolling gracefully, I do.
Sometimes in rhyme
to launch a ditty.
Other times
inside streams of emotions
to make reader feel.

I blink and words like a waterfall
drift upon page gracefully.

I dance with never ending song,
that pulsates in pivot chamber,
as lyrics play in ears
like a birds song.

And at night fall, when one sleeps,
I shall raise my scepter pen,
to anoint all who ask.

All who request visit from me
to receive spark of creativity,
so they expand heart,
and write, write, write.

Dear Poets
your words urge me on
in moment when alone.
Tantalizing my breath
that echo your words.
Tickling senses
that awaken my mind.
Piercing heart
to spread wings of emotions.

Dear Poetess
your words illuminate
in moment behind eyes.
Calling me with grace
to read on.
Expanding self with
your wisdom
Words Shinning
like woven threads on vellum
You are a gift to me,
and I do bow to the power of your pen.

I stepped inside self
grabbing the hand of my inner child Alice
through visions of my third eye.
The child we all have which never grows up and needs love.
I hugged her and an energy bond carried us to a distant place.
A place we play in where cotton candy clouds moved before us in an animal marching parade.
Trees were filled with rainbow treats
and music played in the wind.
I reassured Alice that I wouldn't desert her and loved her unconditionally.
When I returned to my every day reality I felt peacefully serene,
as a blanket of love covered us both.

Words words words
like little droplets
fall from mind.

They tickle senses
awakening visions.

They travel from Mind to Breath,
Breath to Hand
Hand to Pen.

They fall
making puddle of verse
for reader to splash in
as water proof ink drifts in wind.

Words need no umbrella,
for their cool coat of moisture
empowers the scribe.

And brings a rainbow of beauty
for all to see.

I walk to door of a problem,
repaint it with grand colors.
Than, walk through it --problem no more.

I move, through the heart
with its many corridors that offer sanctuary.

I dance, at day break where sun shines
inside grace to bless a new moment.

I sing to merge with birds who gracefully fly
so I may fly in days landscape.

I walk, move, dance, and sing
in the celebration of life a gift to match the self.

SUN touch me with your rays of light
the light that carries rays of wisdom.
Let me explode with energies to be a sun myself
to empower those I meet inside dancing steps.

SUN give me warmth so I can feel
as moment opens up in winds.
Let me see thy rainbow light
that merges with the birds in flight.

SUN I love you for you are my teacher
rising everyday,
despite the clouds.

A bright ornament round and sacred
hangs in sky by name of sun.
Its strong rays etching into clouds divine
to quench morning eyes.

Birds carry its colorful hues on wings spread.
Moments intwine with breath infused sunlight
to envision dreams.

Sun waves
in rays of warmth to hug a wander
An awake one who connects
to the overseer of light
that has a heartbeat if one listens.

Air catches its glimmer
bringing down light to enhance a soul.
One who, dances, romances, runs,
falls, cries and ponders preparing to rising.
Who lives for an experienced
sandwiched between Earth and Sky.

A being who wears
a temporary human costume,
before taking off to drift closer to sun
and its precious universe
that waits to welcome traveler home.

Its all quiet
in HP Land.
Not a poet
in the house.
No one posting
or hitting button to spread likes and loves.

  HP the land
where magical things happen.
Where in a touch of a keyboard road
a whole world emerges.

Its all quiet
in HP land.
The place
where flowers
of verse blossom
in between tears and smiles.

TODAY I dipped my mind in a fairytale.
It gave me grand visions.
A landscape of dancing letters
that spiraled into verse.

A place where little beings gathered
to urge me on as I flew
with wings inside poetic song.

I dipped my mind in a fairytale
and flew through rainbow light
to land in my heart.
The place I plan to stay.

My favorite color is RED.
It gives me a chance to let passions rise.

MY favorite color is ORANGE
It adds to my joy and creativity
letting me be serine.

My favorite color is YELLOW.
letting me shine inside love
and compassion.

My favorite color is GREEN.
It aligns me with balance
and stability for peace.

My favorite color is BLUE.
helping me shine light on sadness
and expand consciousness.

My favorite color is purple.
It aligns me with heart to have wisdom
and dance.

My favorite color is INDIGO.
reminding me of my soul mate,
who I love very much.

My favorite color is VIOLET.
It reminds meI am full of magic
with power.

I’m a walking RAINBOW,
divine and blessed
as I walk below sky.

Poison ivy -  Mother Natures way of saying tread lightly, and don’t dishonor her garden.


Every summer Poison Ivy seems to find me.
Its in the air,
on others skin as they scratch,
and in Mother Earths playground.

Ivy, is on clothes if improperly washed,
mountainsides, and backyards.

Poison Ivy carries summers name,
and helps heal deep cellular toxins.

It's not very friendly spreading like wild fires,
BUT Mother Nature is,
if you honor her boundaries.

StarBG © 2017

My needs are mine to fill,
as breathe deep
and focus with
ingredients of thought.  

My container cooks
with heat from heart.
Vessel bubbles within
as vapors expand
with creative energies.

Blessings are added
like seasoning
as temperatures
and vibrations
build.

Love is added
like special spice,
as alignment is felt
to move in grace.

Every morning I drink,
from my sacred concoction
balancing to feel grounded
in-order to follow purpose.

Purpose, to share my recipe
so others feed
from their own hearts
to feel peace.

StarBG © 2017

I am a star
in my own right
glistering and shining
inside vast
Universe.
I glow with ambers
to launch dreams.
Vibrate light
to be a living
compass.
etch my brightness
into a dark night sky.

I am a shinning star
pulsating to find
a planet sidekick
to carry my heart.