Knock, knock at tree I stood there.
Wondered if someone would hear.
I did whisper can I see?
All the beauty housed in thee.
If I’m let in this is clear.
It will make me surely stare.

For the magic goes down deep.
Hope tree fairy I will meet.
Fairy answered one two three.
It did welcome me with glee.
So I drifted in tree fine.
Mother Nature is Divine.
When I left I bowed with awe.
Then fairy did close the door.

Perhaps I’ll visit soon I hope.
Natures grand and thats no joke.

Fairies do drift
beside one’s blind eyes.
They live just like
ourselves.
Swirling inside
winds of time.

Mermaids do swim,
under bright full moon.
They frolic like us
catching waves.
Swirling inside graceful
wavelet fields.

Dragons do live
upon planets green.
They dance with breath
just like us.
Swirling with strong energies
in far-off galaxies.

But Aha, perhaps
you disbelieve,
still sleeping in matrex of Earth.

Perhaps, you may awake
if journey prescribes,
to feel oneness
with beings near and far.

If not
all may just fade away,
like a childhood fairytale.

Quite frankly, it doesn't matter
for all are part
of the diversity of spirit.

Part to be savored,
and celebrated.

StarBG © 2017

Love follows you everywhere.
It's embedded in the sun rise, and sunset.
Twinkles in stars.
Infused in breath.
Vibrates in wind.
Fabric of our beings.

Love follows you everywhere.
It's inside a birds song.
Moves within positive thoughts.
Expands inside heart.
Emanates in Mother Earth.
Behind a smile.

Love you can't leave home without it.

My mothers in a holding pen before she dies.
Walls decorated with fake flowers
and pictures she doesn't see.
People in corridors in wheelchairs
where smells stagnant from old age permeant nostrils.
Where food severed under heading of meals barely healthy
is thrown on plates by aids trying to end their shift.

And me I see her through bars of her own fading mind.

My mother is living in an institution before she passes.
Waiting out the hours where memories are as distant
as a few and far between hug.
A place called a memory ward that fills her with medication
causing a bed time of 6PM.

And me I see her through invisible bars of an empty stare
and mouth that strains for words.

My mothers living in a old age holding pen before she
cashes in her chips and turns up toes.
A place that helps fill her day with old TV shows
watching with an unfocused eye and restless body.
An expensive place thats situated on tree lined street
she goes out not often.

And me I see her through door with bolted lock
that rings out reminding us both she's imprisoned.

My mothers living in a cell for the forgotten,
waiting for her life sentence of journey to end.
Where one can see inside her distant stare, she misses dad and her hearts wishes to be with him.
A place she's waiting for warden-like angels to free her
and guide her to roam in peace and freedom.
The home in stars where she can feel my love
and see her life legacy was well lived.

And me I just smile grateful for time left to say Mom “I love you,” forgetting all difference. Words I never know will be said for the last time to her longing ears.

I often find myself falling into a spelling pit.
The place where letters are mounds of dirt.
Where has dirt fall into my eyes.
A hole where spelling correctly is impossible
but still my poem I write.

With inner guidance
my compass of heart I hold,
listening to its direction.
My breath aids to hear.
My intention reviles purpose.

With inner guidance
my dreams
are unleashed
to the spinning dial of dance.
To the moment that expands
with light.

Through storms and winds
I land safe secure and
intact with help from source.
with a whisper of gratitude for life
and a large abundance of blessings.

Inner guidance don't leave home without it.

On each day of Hanukkah
as candles burned bright an angel came to me.
The angel echoed for eight days and I listened.
as it said...

BE the sacred gift you are.
STAY in your power inside self love.
REACH out with aid to help others.
WHISPER inside forgiveness.
HOLD compassion in your heart.
RUN inside your dreams.
CHOOSE to only harbor love.
REMEMBER who you are - divine.

Let
openhearted
vibrations
evolve

And as I sleep,
in bed of pedals I dream...

Of dancing to the music of the wind.
Of standing tall like tree with power and grace.
Of being set free with fragrance strong to enhance noses.
Of sinking into my pedal bed
and become a blossoming flower.

A flower that is child of Mother Gia,
who loves all

I sing the blues
in the Key of C
for catastrophe…
with sharpen bow to self
if resolution isn’t found.

I sing the blues
in the key of D
for death
with tears as accompaniment
that stain face and heart.

I sing the blues
in the key of B
for begging
with hope someone will hear
to teach me a new song.

I sing I sing
with keys to see which door
will open for new beginning.

Singing competition begins
D and G (death to God)
VS 
 F and E (freedom inside  human existence)

What song will prevail?
Time will tell.

With pen poised I loaded
my Baronet-like instrument,
aimed at opponent
shaped with armor of vellum.
Ammunition
of words and punctuation
filled with inks-powder
for accuracy aligns.
Three, Two, One,
FIRE.
Phases flies
across field of page.
No casualties today
only a flag remains of a poem
proving battle of prose was here.

Etched behind my eyes is your smile.
Sealed in my memories is your hug.
Merged with breath are my thoughts,
dear soulmate Curtis that you
will rendezvous with my heart
in dreams so we dance again in life,
when I leave this journey on earth.
A voyage where in heart  I move
feeling your love and
send you gratitude.

I stand, move,
dance, cry,
balance, love and
celebrate
inside INTERNAL world
with purpose...
to reflect outward
thusly
my EXTERNAL world changes
to whisper
IN grand song.

My stalk like pen
moves in wind
like corn on a summers eve.
Words call tickling air in breath
as pen takes a stance.
Corn husks feed the hunger
that grows to plant this moment.
A moment where poetry is within

And ink will mount stallion white page
as if pen needs to catch the words.
Words to be corralled inside a trotting verse.

Perhaps later I will sit by fire
inside my tire
and hear foal poem neigh--
I say with hooray.

Break your mind apart with new thoughts never contemplated and you expand with grand wisdom
to fly in freedom.


StarBG © 2017

I want to write a love story,
with all the flavor of a grand movie.
A story that touches viewers heart.
The kind people go in droves to,
where man and woman explode with
passions never ending.
I want to write a love story with me in it.
One that matches dream to drifting in someone's arms.

I am a philosophic dreamer,
moving on fields of open mind.

I dance and steps vibrate
in patterns of sacred geometry.

I sing and music echoes
causing heart to expand with grace.

I breath deep and lungs fill
with air infused wisdom.

I love and the universe matches my essence
so miracles occur.

I dream and all fits into place
inside divine timing.

I am a philosophic dreamer,
blessed inside the celebration of life.

Scarecrow stands in wait
watching cross fields of florets.
"Beware birds of black,
begone and don't come back.
For I am mighty scarecrow.
Standing guard catching breeze in hat."
StrawJack , intoned to crow brat.

Straw man stands in wait,
taking job seriously in straw abode.
With pride loving his Mother Earth,
he dances with wind in mirth.
He's Friend to all who bloom
and bells that croon.
Spending company with
passing clouds and moon.

On Christmas morning,
an angel came to me and
bestowed a kiss on me.
I breathed it in and knew the message...

CARRY LOVE TO OPEN HEART AND LIVE IN HARMONY.

On Christmas morn an angel came
and gifted me with a hug.
I breathed it in and knew the message...

VIBRATE FORGIVENESS EVERYDAY
FOR IT WILL LEAD TO PEACE.

On Christmas afternoon angel came
and wrapped me with unconditional love
I breathed it in and knew the message...

ECHO SELF LOVE IN THOUGHTS AND
KNOWING YOU ARE DIVINE.

On Christmas day an angel came to me
with grace placing a song in ears.
I listen and knew the message....

SING WITH MELODIES OF COMPASSION
IN-ORDER TO HELP CHANGE THE WORLD.

On Christmas evening an angel came
dancing gracefully inside grand light.  
I watched and knew message...

KEEP DANCING IN PATH KNOWING GOD IS THERE CELEBRATING YOU EVERY MOMENT.

On New Years day an angel came to me
and whispered a Happy New Year
I opened ears and knew the message...

ALIGN WITH THE NEW ENERGIES
TO LIVE  IN YOUR ESSENCE... LOVE

Knit one, word.
Pearl, a verse.
That’s what a poet weaver does.

Pen becomes needle,
to wrap around visions.
Periods slip markers,
giving writer pause.

Lyrics surface in mind
to cable cast upon poem.
Daisy stitch, field blossoms
within a poesy song.

And in deepen breath
weaver binds off
to end with love stitch, word...
Perhaps, giving reader chance
to Run Stitch with eyes
cross finished textured page.

Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.

Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.

Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.

RIVER OH RIVER
you follow a sinuous trail.
Cutting through green lush trees,
and mountain rock.

Your grass-like hair blows elegantly
below sun and stars.

You grace Mother Gia’s landscape
carrying fish along
their bubbly path.

RIVER OH RIVER
you dost cleanse me,
as I sit among your waves
that hug delicately.

Your heart beats as roots move
within like veins carrying liquid love.

You grace Mother Gia my being,
with your spectacular scenery
and wisdom that echoes in wind.

Where have you gone MOTHER of mine?
Have you traveled to the hills of the universe,
where eternal light burns to lead your way?

Have you etched and completed
your life’s masterpiece
inside footsteps of a long life
to now fly off to other realms.

Where have you gone
the MOTHER who nurtured me when young
and taught me to see who I am.

Have you satisfied your souls journey to now be reunited with father to
shoot the breeze and celebrate a fine life.

I look for thee and find you
in my heart moving with Gods Grace

I feel thee in the wind
when I’m lonely and need a hug.

I sense thee when I breath deep
to hear your spirit words
as I whisper gratitude.

I know MOTHER dearest
you now live in vortex of eternal life
where someday we shall meet again.

At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.

I watch as time floats away

No time wasted
no time taken for granted

I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.

I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind

no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.

I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile

I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower

No time waisted
No reason not to smile.

Captured in a lucid dream I am,
moving in a place where
reality tickles senses.

Am I awake? Am I asleep?
Senses say, I am in full awaken state.
Say, I’m moving in graceful style,
inside the gentle breeze.

Captured in visions grand I am
where there are no prisoners
but just souls interacting with grace.

Am I awake? Am I in subconscious state?
Energies of light center to give me serenity.
They echo,
"I am awake."

With shimmering yellow sun
I sail a thousand oceans in mind
Harboring gratitude for poetic words
that hit human sails.

With soft sands tinged with gold
I walk with endless thoughts from heart.
Aligning in gratitude for the verse buried deep.

With feet grounded in pastures of trees tall
I climb upon countless mountains listening
with gratitude for Mother Gia’s poetic spurs.

And with thousands of colorful words I write
inspired every moment by life's rendezvous
that graces my path.

Grateful I am. Grateful I be.

I am, a penman,
encoded with words from within soul,
Stitched in grace.
Embroidered in breath
and fabric of my being.

I go by many names.
Sorcerer to magically scribe words to page.
Gardner planting seeds of thoughts for readers eyes.
Sculpturer using a tool of pen
to etch out visions.
A Dreamer making my way
across fields of white.

Whatever the title...
I'm glad to share. It is who I am
A gift of a writer inside a human vessel.

I poet,
took a ferry on rhyming wave.
Its peaks white
danced to merge
with creative flow.
It vibrated
behind lense of eyes
gracefully.

Smells of salty air
filled lungs to expand heart.
Birds flew gracefully
with song to launch ditty.

I poet
took trip on a word breaker,
that mirrored sounds
aimed at others.

Sounds that made
a piece of poetry
ripple
in a readers eye.

If Only
I could see beyond
my egos stupid chatter.

Oh to be a farmer,
connected to
Mother Earths gifts.

To wake up at dawn to see
the divine sunrise swiming in sky.

Oh to be a cultivator
of the food
mankind uses for substance.
washing hands with energies of soil.


Oh to be a farmer grand
have livestock
be your friend,
as one smells the sweet country air.

To walk on Gia holding dreams,
as sun shines and night stars glisten.

Oh to be a farmer, to live off the land
and feel grounded
grateful and grand.

A cup sits on a stack of books.
as inquisitive eye ascends closer
to a photograph well framed.

Is it filled with coffee to keep one up to study,
as night lamps burn I wonder.

Perhaps it’s filled with hot chocolate to take chills away
on night when wind roars.

Maybe it was an evening meal of soup to drink
before going back to reading.
Or perhaps, it’s filled with chocolate milk
to make an inner child smile
and the books are just coasters.

The choice is yours
as the image is yours to play with
in a mind where anything is possible.

I shall live to type another day.
To ride with stallion of breath
and move on fields of verse.

To expand consciousness
jumping over huddles for freedom.

I shall live to embody my own divinity.
To touch others by reaching hand,
and dance inside dreams.

To expand consciousness
with source and receive wisdom.

Yes I shall. I will. I must,
give myself the gift of knowing who I be
To shed unwanted thoughts
and fly with etheric wings of a Pegasus.

My dog loves me
everyday regardless
of my stature, brains, or habits.

My pooch loves me
daily regardless
of my reputation, singing out of key
or smelly armpits
I feel blessed
And me...
I love him like family
whereby
Mi casa es su casa

Flying in the winds of gratitude, I drifted.
Feeling the energies of new day.
I felt blessed,
as a fellow creature
with wings of silk joined me.

We sang on highways of light.
We opened hearts
to play in playground
of fairies and Unicorns.

We celebrated
on a mountain of HP words.
Fairy JuJuBa and Jugnu the firefly
were friends who celebrated life.

StarBG © 2017

Tulip seeds of love
get planted in pillows field.
Expanding as heart filled tears
release from clouds in mind.

Seeds grow under moonlight,
with oder's and scenes so bright.
They sprout to hug my dear,
taking way all your fear.

So nightmares they shall not come.
I join in dreams so we have fun.

And shall plant with diligence
so in morning we both will kiss
Then you'll move inside the day
holding blessings of bouquet.

I am a circus poet.
juggling verse
with clown like rhymes
to make people happy.

I am a tightrope walker
stringing jargon to walk across
as I balance prose
inviting reader to walk with eyes.

I swing along on trapeze
as reader sees landscape unfolds
and watches with gasp of grandeur.

I am even a lion tamer.
Taking ferocious words of emotions
to calm its form
and scribe with pen of whip.

You see I am all members of the circus
and I open my tent of poetic song.
Step right up.
A ticket is a mere moment of your time

I love
moving to the music of my heartbeat.
To the song
that plays guiding steps.
To the melodies
that expand my consciousness.  
And graceful breath that gently flows
from intake to out.
To the graceful rhythms of dreams
that echo singing like birds,
like wind,
like ticking of father clock
  reminding
we are on a sacred journey
filled with musical blessings.

On day in April
when all hope
of a white landscape faded to memories
surprise entered morning breath.

A gift meandering
from clouds of sky
to ground below.
A special cool present
bonding with air to make
artistic landscape.

They came in droves
as if fairies looking for home
upon mountainside and ground.

They came florissant white
tickling senses to be a child again.

They gave face a reason to smile
and unbox gloves and hats
to have an adventure
with camera in hand.

The gift daintily danced
coating tree branches
to make them shine.

Daily bustle of noise slowed
yet for shovels making contact
with ground.

I felt blessed,
to see them gather in beauty
before Father Sky took action.

Action to tuck them back in clouds
in-exchange
for Springs flowery blanket.