I carry many suitcase of quotes
begging to be transformed into post.
They come to my table
so I may eat from their insights.
So I choose to first feel their music in heart,
then with fingertips that dance on keyboard, I explode in the energy of creation.

End result a posting
on sight where readers faces are veiled,
But I feel their hearts echo.

I am a sacred quilt,
sewn of the finest silk.
Patched together by
experiences gathered,
People I’ve met,
Days gone by.

My quilt vibrates
with love infused light.
With the moment,
as I add to its illumination.
As I breath deep
and harbor gratitude.

I am a precious quilt,
sewn with focus and intention
Always carried to give me warmth
as I align with the truth.
Truth hat I carry threads
of the Divine and therefore
am a gift.

Ding  ****
I went to a word party
hosted by fellow poet Kristy.

She was dressed
to the T with grand words
that shined out divinely.

it was the highlight of my month.
And I arrived in perfect timing,
to share commemorative hug
while feasting on words
that tickle our creative pallets.

Ding ****
I was so glad to see her,
as I held glass high to toast
with passionate punch
to celebrate our fine writer gifts.

Kristy's hors d’oeuvres were delicious
with their vivid images.
The ambience that of
grand hallways framed
with luminous alliterations. 
          
The night was grand
with endless poet phases baked inside dessert.
I got drunk on her word punch.
but gratefully, I didn't have to drive home.

Thanks Kristy you are the hostess with the mostess.

On canvas of my life,
with its winding road,
I have often carried a backpack.

A rucksack gathered from bruises
other people inflicted
making me feel insecure,
worthless, and ugly.

I carried it for years,
where crying self to sleep was norm.
Where blinders were on
causing my canvas brush of life
to be painted with grays,
blacks and bleeding red.

But now, I wipe canvas clean
with eraser of love.
Beginning to paint in breath.
To dip my feet like brush in dance
swirling with grand energies of love.

Dance painting rainbow colors
to inscribe life as I move
knowing who I am
divine and sacred.
Thusly I paint grandly,
into the forest of my dreams.

And I shall knit a blanket of compassion
and send it round the world.
Stitch one peace
Pearl two love
Stitch three prosperity
Pearl four
a new world.

In mental compartment of mind
a delicate balance must be found.
Boxes of memories are stacked
careful not to tip them
Careful to stack into their
color coded container.

Red for past pain
Blue for sadness that forsaken me
Green for money had lost and had again.
Purple for people who come and go.
Yellow for happy thoughts to fly in mind.
Orange for moments of change needing to accept.
Pink for memories of play with inner child.
Indigo for dreams seeded for future.

A mental compartment in mind, I carry.
And sometimes they tumble only for me
to re examine, cry,
and make a rainbow.

Music is alive each melody a vibration
that touches hearts

Poems are alive each word a footprint
for eyes that touch hearts.

Music, and poetry are a gift
for all to benifit and celebrate.

bath yourselves
in love infused sounds
of songs and poetry to open heart.

Blessings!

Life is the breath.
Dream the seeds.
Love the flower.

Water is the gift.
Wave the dance.
Current the heartbeat.

FEAR is a species of poisonous snake
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  Deep breath to connect to heart.

**
DOUBT it is like a venomous snake.
its poison spreads quickly.


Antidote: Affirmations of self love everyday.

*
EGO is a snake that lies deep within
One bite and you spiral into endless chatter.

Antidote:  connecting to move inside heart.

*
HATE is a deadly snake that bites with fake news rhetoric
One bite and one is left with separation of fellow man

Antidote: spread the love in deeds and voice.

***

JUDGEMENT is a snake virulent with venom that burns.
One bite and it travels deep attacking good thoughts.

Antidote  Reprograming of mind to connect to God within.

I am that I am.
An avatar of compassion.
The distant traveler inside human form.

Who am I...
A sage on mission of dream.
A warrior of light.
A spark of The Divine.
The sacred one who pulsates with song.

I am that I am.
An Avatar for peace and joy.  
The grand vessel wrapped in sacred light.

Who am I...
much more than human.
A navigator of stars.
A creative being who sings with grace.    
The one inside eternal quest to free soul.

I am that I am.
An avatar of love and light.
A seeker with gifts to share with world.
A mirror of everything.
The one who bows toward all.
And star-seed here to aid humanity

Who be you? Who be you?

Oh lucky me, to swim in ocean of jargon.
Oh fortunate me to learn from my own words.
Oh lucky me to be blessed with the company of your eyes.

Energy Alert! Energy Alert!
Coming from left star field of universe.
January 31, 2018,
Powerful Surge of Love will hit Earth.

Energy Alert! Energy Alert!
Coming from right star field of galaxy.
Love energies will commence
to anchor for great shift.

Energy Alert! Energy Alert!
Coming from center of cosmos,
to integrate on planet Earth
waking up all inhabitants.

Energy Alert! Energy Alert!
Coming from Solar System
Embrace the change
to live authentically with peace,
joy, abundance,
freedom, and harmony.
It is the birthright of mankind.
It’s proclaimed from higher source
that humanity shifts inside LOVE

My computer-like self
is frozen in thought like the outside chill.
Mouse moving in heartbeat fashion.
Light pulsating to
balance eyes that stare outward.

Time slows
while flashes of visions come
upon minds screen
melting into a field of technical descriptive words.

Software of passions and goals
must be updated to align with
lifeforce energies.

Dreams become distant
in hard drive of heart
while rain fills eyes
and keyboard
resonates with sounds.

Virus must be found
by breath and focus
grounding in a sea of gigabytes
housed in cells
taken over until balance can be achieved.

Platform is set with intention
for real self to meet fabricated one
as old fears are dismantled
and guided to a tunnel lined with trash.

With flip of
button all is eradicated
in just seconds
for a new thought to anchor
and peace to be part of a new program.

Second to reboot my consciousness
for guidance and spirits love to enter.

StarBG © 2017

Today I shall
consciously release old mind patterns
of judgement and ego limitations
so my divinity shines,
and peace is mine.

I am not IRISH,
but on Saint Patricks Day
I be one tall and strong.

One to appreciate Irish music,
and dance with
Celtic Thunder.

Where I wear Green
and wave flag honoring
the country grand.

One to have button
saying Kiss Me I'm Irish
and wait for one openly.

Where I turn TV onto
parade to cheer happily
inside day.

One to breath deep
and speak with
learned Irish accent delicately.

I am not IRISH
but full of celebration
for date of March 17th
dear to heart.

Perhaps in next life, I shall be.

Butterfly butterfly sit a while
speak to me in your divine form
as the rocks become temporary bed.

Echo inside the wind as breath I take.
Let your wisdom pour into me
so I may fly in thoughts.

“Beloved one. I am a child like you
of Mother Gia.
A free winged being
that moves with source.
I drift with wind at back
and sun in sky.
When clouds come I dance knowing
it too shall pass to reveal warmth.
Remember moving through those clouds
and rain brings the rainbow.
Remember connecting to your etheric wings
allows freedom.
You may not verbally hear me sing
but I sing with my heart
sing feeling one with moment
breeze and light.
I am a butterfly of love
as are you.
Do review my words
so you may move in peace.”

Request was answer
and my wings are spread
ARE YOURS?

I am a bird
with fine feathers
adorned to skin.

I am a feathered friendly poet
full of songs
to share everyday.

I am a fledgling perched
upon pen singing to world
as wings spread.

And so I shall fly,
uncaged towards light.
calling of a sky-like page.

I want to climb a ladder to the stars
and pick one out to float away in night visions.

I want to see the sacred moon behind eyes
and dance in the moment of night.

I want to open my mind and hear
my songs heartbeat so I can fall asleep.

Asleep where I awake to my greatness
and begin journey back through veil of dreams
to greet the morning sun.

I birth new day
aligned with divine self.
With gratitude and zeal.

I birth every morning
with oaths of self love
to jump-start day.

I birth dawns light
with passions
and connection to self
inside zeal for life
to vibrate love

I birth on awakening
with edit for success
in fortitude breath
to sing.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
to me.

Out across blue-green sea I dream,
of open skies and flying eagles,
adorned with feather tapestry
perched in nests of gold,
A divine place for senses to come alive.

Out across Indigo skies I fantasize,
with breath and wind blowing
adorned with cloud etchings
drifting in a sea of hope
where light weaves
silken yarns of love.
A grand place to pass the time.

Out across a rainbow landscape I wander,
feeling creative energies mount
adorned stupendous mountains I create
Rrolling air currents open eyes,
music enlightens ear canals
A divine place that harbors heart.

I misplaced my memory
often struggling to recall
a name, a date, an appointment.

Determined I stand
to change problem.
I got well known brand
to help thoughts align.
Problem is...
I keep forgetting to take it.

Once there was a penguin named David far more smarter than his family or friends. One day a quill pen fell out of the pocket of a human visiting. The minute he saw the pen, he knew he was a writer in a past life and wanted to write again.
David found some old seal blubber for ink and began to write. He tried writing on the snow but it disappeared. He tried writing on the trees but the snow again took it away. He even tried writing on the stomach of his friend Ro Ro but when she swam it disappeared.  
Pondering hard David had a great idea. He decided to swim off to the open sea. Once there, he swam to the bottom of the ocean.
David collected some old wood from a sunken ship. It was perfect and once it dried in the cool air he was ready to write. The first thing he wrote was a special little poem to his friend Ro Ro for believing in him.    

RoRo  you are cute and dear
Black and white you see.
I do love you very much.
Will you marry me?

I shall wait at yonder hill,
of white just round the bend,
Patently I will stay
in hope a yes you send.

In the hour she did come,
to say oh yes I do.
I have always loved you fine
glad you do love me too.

RoRo and David became forever married in love. They were honored by the entire Penguin waddle. And From that day on, Penguin David wrote many a poem celebrating their love.


StarBG © 2017

Words lost over time
I search for
wanting to feel serenity.

Moments expand
but senses seem dead
as winds chills surround.

Months and years pass
as familiar tunes of
I love you mom,
or how are you?
are void inside ears.

Words still hidden
in the alcoves of ears
as time passes
and pain continues.

Sadness of emotions
rise and fall
inside levee of heart
as he holds the key
to my balance.

Distance and busyness
brings one into actions
so my search continues.

Perhaps, someday I will hear them.
Perhaps my heart
will be lifted
to fly.

Humanity asleep asleep for a while
pillaging Mother Earth
Spreading hate and destruction
Lies and separation
Flash alert to consciousness
Flash drive installed with wisdom
Flash of energies come
DNA changes
Instincts evolve with birthed ones knowing
Hence Humanity changes
one moment at a time

A new Earth

He is a quiet man,
but sure can move on dance floor.

He’s a simple man,
but is filled with grand wisdom.

He be a shy man,
so don't ask him to sing to a crowd.

He's a big talker not,
but his actions speak louder than words.

               *
She is a quiet woman,
who appreciates simple things in life.

She’s a simple woman,
brought up the old fashioned way.

She be ashy woman,
preferring to stay at home rather than party.

She's not big talker,
but when she speaks people listen.

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He is a quiet man,
but ***** in bed.

He’s a simple man,
who loves nature walks.

He be a shy man,
so plan no surprise party.

He's no big talker,
but sure can write a grand ditty.

HE believes in fairytales of love
SHE believes fairy tales of love
THEY are living happily ever after.

In labyrinth of words I move,
jumping in a writer grove.
Lines of verse plant in my brain.
Sometimes, I do go insane.

With the chatter that I hear.
always sensing a poem near.
So I ground to write in day.
with phases I now will play.

Crazy no I’m just a sage,  
as I scribe on writers stage.
Star of self I share this day,
as I bow to all and pray.

That you visit labyrinth too.
Finding words its what to do.
Cause time is a gift you see
when one writes they are set free.

Only YOU can save you.
YOU, the great one in a human form.
The one who has hidden talents.
The one carrying spark of divine light.

YOU the gift to humanity
the world has been waiting for.

YOU inside me, inside you.

I captured a firefly.
It pulsated tickling hands.
Peering into finger cracks
a loving energy touched heart.

Words eminated in mind
saying, "We are one."
Smiling, I opened hands,
and as it flew away,
I danced
under the moon.

...you are my elixir of life.
The fuel that aids for stamina.

I drink your luscious mixture all day,
aligning to remember who I am.

I sip it with walking gracefulness.
I gulp it’s magical formula
so feet run cross fields
of grand mystery.

Intentions mix within,
focusing to feel the gentle breeze.
To hear birds bless ears in song.
To radiate my own heartbeat
divinely.

And as sun says farewell to moon,
and clouds part dreams align.

Breath oh breath you aid
moving me for harmony,
and bliss.

Everyday I'm addicted
with drug of hopium.
It moves inside breath
It's lethal to align for
peace.
The heroine supplies
visions of dreams.
Let's  thoughts
move into action.
I am addicted and
arrested inside heart only.

Hopium...  the drug of choice.

I want to go back to the time
where cell phones existed not,
and communication was more personal.

Where TV was radio
and eyes with mind collaborated for imagination
as ears reveled in sound.

I want to go back to a time
where people would be on street holding hands instead of phones. And individuals looked at one another to see each others expressions instead of impersonal texting.

I want to go back
where there was no internet to steal ones time on a Face Book site that takes your information and tries to promote fake friendships.

I want to go back yes back
to a time where I could meet a poet for lunch
instead of only on a site that keeps one at distance.

Time waits for no one and so progress
for the sake of disconnect continues.

Until robots replace our reality.

Mirrors we are.
Mirrors we be.
Carrying grand divinity.

With light we create,
feeling that grow.
Drifting in peace.
In life we sow.

Seeds of a smile.
Seeds of real love.
Bowing I will
to fly like dove.

Now I will end,
my saga poem.
May you feel peaceful
where you roam.