I wake up with music in mind,
it plays each day with sun.
Then I write from my big heart.
I really have great fun.

It streams from deep within my core,
tweaked by my spirits hand.
Even when the rain does come,
the words come out so grand.

I rise within a deepened breath,
a song to light one’s eyes.
Then I’ll bow in gratitude,
and look up to the sky  

The sky holds beauty, as birds fly.
They move in harmony.
Doing acrobatic feats,
their sights inspire me.

I speak in words, the hours fly.
The words they tickle too.
I wrap it inside a poem
to send it out to you.

It is with pleasure I do write.
I have figured out why.
Its my way to reach out far
to write and tell you Hi.

Now its done this poems complete,
I’ll start another soon.  
Hope it brought you all to smile
as I do write to croon.  

It’s time for me to post here,
so you dance without care.
Just relax and move with love.
Its you I do endear.


StarBG © 2017

She was of graceful form,
moving like poetic verse.

Speaking in delicate song to paint his ears.

He was a stallion of grace,
awake to see the gift of her smile.

He was part of poets hand
that scribed in celebration her name.

Together they intertwined in breath
weaving a pathway in heart.

Together they both road off in oneness
recalling their many lifetimes.

My poetic words hitchhike
into an open mind.
It moves near and far.
across countryside
planting itself so others birth a smile.

My words become a person
with thumb of ink
tickling far of places
as it travels.

My hitchhiker words
move with intention
to leave blessing  
for a short time before joining
with others in a parade of life.

I blend my thoughts inside the moment
carefully mixing until a poem comes out.
A poem that coalesces my thoughts with yours.


StarBG © 2017

The heart is always open for visits.
There you find pristine walls
adorned with grand landscapes.
Wisdom echoing inside
calling for ears to open and hear.

The hearts song plays in
beautiful orchestrated melodies.
It is a place to travel to
when  emotions come so tears
can cleanse wash away pain.
It is a moving castle of love,
welcoming and open 24/7.

It's a place to meditate inside
to recall who you are
and why you inhabited your sacred vessel.

The heart, home away from home
meant to visit often.

I move on a mission given at birth.
The prophecy echoed in ears gaining momentum in mind.
I was bit by spiritral bug of a creative laurett, guided to carry a backpack of colorful pens to match my words.
Pens moves gracefully in dance as if each word is a step. 
Oh To celebrate moments that pass in light breeze and mountains of scribbles
Oh to be a Spirit incarnated to be poet who agreed to come forth.
Bravo to me who now covers a snow like page with footsteps of words.
And for that I am grateful.

If stars were horses wouldn't it be great to ride a shooting star?

If a fish could move with feet wouldn't it be great to share in a dance?

If a rainbow could fly wouldn't it be grand if it wrapped around you wth a hug?

And if one couldn't sleep wouldn't it be nice to call a friend (who wasn't sleeping)?