Merry Christmas! Happy New Year 2023! Thanks a million -for giving us your time! God bless each & everyone.

 

I Love Horses! Comments are Welcome.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2022 TO EVERYONE! BE SAFE, BE HEALTHY, GOD BLESS.

                                 HAPPY NEW YEAR 2022 TO EVERYONE! 

                                     BE SAFE, BE HEALTHY, GOD BLESS.

                                                  BIG HUGS from STARRY.

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

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Have a blessed day to one and all!

STARRY.

New York, New York, Happy Times.

New York, New York, Happy Times.

There is so much to say, so much to show,

and too many happy times in their lives.

My oldest granddaughter with her brother,

my grandson, in the amazing New York City in 2018,

celebrating her 21st birthday. She'll be 22 in just a few days.

My granddaughter's College Graduation

with a B.S. in Psychology.

She's after her Master Degree at this point.

The College Theater in New York.

My grand girl with her proud parents,

her dad and my daughter -her mom

on Graduation Day. 

She's after her Master Degree in Mental Health.

A beautiful photo of my 3 grandchildren

on Vacations in a Caribbean Island.

It's me with my daughter and my 3 grandchildren 

in 2009, 10 years ago in New York.

We were all much younger back then...

We had so much fun, happy times in New York!

My daughter with her youngest girl, my grand, 

with a baby tiger at a Petting Zoo Overseas.

WOW! They had lots of fun, happy times!

New York, New York, Happy Times!

My daughter and 3 grandchildren were 

celebrating their father's birthday.

Celebrating my daughter's husband birthday
with family and friends in New York.
Happy Times in New York!

She is my beautiful Balinese cat, Baylee & I.
Photo taken with a built-in computer camera.

It's me in the computer room by 2019.
TIME REALLY FLIES!
Until we write again,
Mom & Grandmom Poet Starry.

Happy 10th Anniversary in Blogland!!

Hi Folks, Welcome Aboard! 

 I am thrilled to admit that I began to write My Blogs -as a therapeutic approach to keep my mind active 
and make good friends. 

I am a Christian mom & grandmom of my New York family with 3 grandchildren. My hubby Retired from his Medical Practice -as a Physician Surgeon. Then, we may travel more, if God allows. 

I'm a poet, freelance writer, lyricist, artist, animal & wildlife lover, advocate, just to give you a little glimpse of me. 

God shows me the way, and He is the source of my existence. I used to travel and teach (ESL) English Overseas. 

Well, I would like to inspire with my creativity, and talk about Life in General, Nature, Animals, Art, Poetry, Music, Tales, 
Random Thoughts, etc. 

These kind of topics are just the beginning about me. 

If you want, you may post your heartfelt comments, 

and I´ll reply as soon as I can. 

If you wish, you may visit My Public Facebook Page.

I call it, "Starry Moonlight Universe."

This year is My 10th Anniversary in Blogland, 2009-2019.

God bless you! Welcome Aboard!

Poet Starry.

A Little Splash of My Poetry Art.

Be a Little Drop of Love in Someone's Ocean of Pain.

I try to Cheer You Up with My Poetry Art.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

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Greetings from Poet Starry.

An Overseas Tale...

An Overseas Tale...

"The Mateos Horses" of Buenos Aires, Argentina, are part of the Childhood Memories of all carriers. These wonderful Carriages of Plaza, whose 'stop' is the Gate of the Zoo opposite Plaza Italia, were the dream (and remains) of all children visiting the Zoo, Rural, or Gardens of Palermo. 

Amazingly, they still exist today. I propose a Tour in these Carriages starting from Plaza Italia, continuing the tour by Libertador, Casares, Figueroa Alcorta, Sarmiento, Infanta Isabel.... There leaves us in the Rosedal, where we will pay a visit to Historical Gardens.... My father used to take me there with a Horse Carriage Ride -when I was a little girl before going to the ZOO. These Memories make me CRY... The Zoo is no longer there in Plaza Italia.

Greetings from Starry.

Happy New Year 2018 to Each & Everyone!!

Warm Wishes,

Poet Starry.

Have a Blessed Day, Dear Readers!

Have a Blessed Day, Dear Readers!

It's me with a new hairstyle.

Blessings,

Poet Starry.

Happy Mother's Day!!...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!...

Have a blessed day with those you love!!

Saying Hi with Big Online Hugs,

Poet Starry. 

The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.

The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.

It has been said without words...

Until we write again,

STARRY.

"Painting Dreams." Poems, Articles, Thoughts by Starry with My New Facebook Community.

"Painting Dreams." 

Poems, Articles, Thoughts by Starry 

with My New Facebook Community.

Poems, Articles, Thoughts by Starry 

with My New Facebook Community.

Read My Older Posts, if you Wish!!...

Hope, Peace & Love,

Poet Starry.

The Lessons in This Blog will Go on a Season Break.

Dear Readers,

The Lessons in This Blog will Go on a Season Break.

If you Contact me, Write your Comments here.

Please, Include your Email, so that I might be

Able to Reply...

All My Blogs are Listed in My Complete Profile,

if you wish to Visit and Read My Older Posts.

Have a Happy New Year 2016 to one & all!!

Thanks in advance for showing your kindness,

sharing your precious time,

and reading my posts!!

God's Peace be with you all.

Until we write again.

Hope, Peace & Love,

POET STARRY.

God's Judgement...

TODAY'S THOUGHT. 
Today's post is the last one for this year 2015. 
I'll see you next year, if that is Only God's Will.
There is a great agony to bear an untold story inside your heart, especially if you have been a victim of unfair situations. Yes! I would like to tell my story....
When I was in High School, my uncle, the oldest brother of my mother -who was a Professor of Physics- told me an interesting piece of wisdom. He said, "When one is in the center of -or interacting with- an electromagnetic field, one has to cast a wire back to earth in order not to get electrocuted."
Our brains have got neurons which are connected with the rest of our human body cells generating a close interaction in a so- called form of electricity. If eveything in our body works correctly, we'll be in harmony with our mind, body and spirit. We'll be invaded with stress disorders when harmony breaks down. Stay in harmony for your good health! So stay away from stress, find your way to achieve the feeling of self-respect and self-worth.

I nestle my Christian heart in selfless acts of kindness worthy enough to generate many good friends. My poetic garden may run dry alone without the nourishment, the essential nutrition of true friendship.
I was underneath the blade slowly dying, yet the Lord rescued me. I'm certain that I'm only a temporary passenger, a citizen of this fleeting world, yet an ambassador for my heavenly home.
My thoughts are reminders from God that while I live in the world with government leaders, controlled by political powers, so my view is to keep my eyes and heart fixed in spiritual values, God's Heavenly Kingdom, which comes first as my primary focus. My ultimate patriotism is a heavenly one with Jesus, our Lord and Savior God.
I certainly wouldn't cast stones when I don't know the entire story or circumstances. I think evil energies keep taking over human bodies and minds. WAKE UP!! SPEAK UP WHATEVER YOUR GOOD HEART HOLDS. JOIN a BROTHERHOOD of CHRISTIANS in ACTION for a BETTER WORLD.
Corruption is like a shadow that could be hiding 
behind every wall.
Corruption is like a snowball rolling from the mountain summit -getting bigger and bigger- falling down to the valley.
Corruption is worldwide like a tsunami, a huge ocean wave devastating everything in its deadly path. Generally speaking, corruption could be as deadly as the weight of water that could sink the big ship.
"Who thinks will escape God's Judgement?" (Romans 2:3)
"The truth will set you free." (John 8:31-32)
Jesus said to those who believed in Him, "If you obey my teaching, you are really my disciples, and you will know the truth."

Today's Prayer.
Dear Jesus,
I am so sorry if I have offended You. I ask You for Your forgiveness.
Open my eyes Lord, so that I shall see who are my real true friends, plus show me the names of my foes. I love You, Heavenly Father. Thank you, Jesus for loving me!
Today, I pray for the loveless lonely ones, for the poor, grieving, depressed, angry, confused, sick, homeless and hungry.
Lord, show them the way to find whatever they need, whatever they are searching for, especially hope, peace and love in You, Father. In Jesus' Almighty Name, I pray. AMEN.

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE & ALL!!

POET STARRY.

Today's Outline.

Today's Outline. 
Let me be outspoken, something of paramount importance, and predicate some facts!

I am unable to hide my artistic mind and soul, or preserve my inner thoughts -inside an invisible grave- which crave to come out to the light at the end of a dark tunnel. The outlook of the stormy tempest overburdened my feeble harmony making my spirit crash, or be carried away by an overflowing wind.
My life has been overdue. It is about time to pay the bills in full.
Metaphorically speaking, it looks like the wind was raging, then the sea would fly into a rage making sailing harder or even impossible. 
Can you row a boat against the wind?...
Well, this is what my life has been all about, rowing against the wind. 
The wrong doers outnumbered the good ones, 
and I got deeply confused about who was right, or who was wrong.
I have always had my own moral values, and it seems as if
I was misunderstood...

HAVE A BLESSED SEASON, DEAR READERS!

POET STARRY.

Crying for the world as it is nowadays...

Crying for the world as it is nowadays...

Plant a seed of love

In every heart, in every face...

Show compassion throughout your day.

Be the voice of the voiceless along the way...

Take a look around at the world,

Please, tell me what you see...

´Cause it breaks my heart to find

Tons of tears and misery.

Jesus gave His own life to pay for our sins.

There is no greater love than His unconditional love.

I cried all the tears.

Blood of my veins was shed to the sea.

My heartbeats could hardly go on...

I couldn't stand the pain. I was in agony.

So, move your footsteps towards your destiny.

Celebrate life with your family!

Build your dreams over freedom grounds and more.

Find your way where there´s still an open door.

AUTHOR: POET STARRY.

Peace be with you, dear readers.
God may bless you all.

UNTIL WE WRITE AGAIN.
STARRY.

MEMORY LANE PLUS...

MEMORY  LANE  PLUS...

MEMORY LANE PLUS... Life repeats itself in the course of history in the form of similar patterns with a chain of actions sustained by cause and effect results. As a freelance writer, poet, blogger, lyricist, artist, I would like to write and publish my life stories in brief -in order to explain and clarify some events that happened in my family history. In my previous post I wrote...
The future would be ahead of me, and I would be the one to orquestrate and build a stairway to Heaven, not only for me, but also for my generations to come ahead. As soon as I stepped on American soil, my life would never be the same again. I fell in love with the American people and way of life! Well, I planted my seeds, my flowers, my poems and songs, my thoughts, my true love into the land of freedom, the home of the braves.
I really wanted to be a part of the American hearts.
The rest is history in my life as an American Senior Citizen lady.
My advice is to take good care of your children, because they will become adults in no time. Teach them good things, good manners, to love and respect others, also respect conservation, mother nature, animals and wildlife. We are all mortal beings, feeble passengers of time. So, I wish to make a real difference between life and death, and serve the Lord for a good purpose in my passing life in the world before I DIE...
My Life Stories -as I was told, and as far as I remember. My maternal grandparents, the parents of my mother, were European Immigrants. They got married and had 4 children, my mom was their youngest baby. My grandmother was born in 1885 in Genova, Northern Italy, and her parents were cousins. They had 14 children, and my grandmom was their eldest child. My maternal grandfather, the father of my mother, was born in Switzerland in 1878 in the City of Vevey, Canton of Vaud. He spoke French and Italian as well. His father was Italian from Genova. His mother was German- Swiss. He grew up in Switzerland as a kid. My maternal grandfather was an artist painter, and studied Art in the School of Brera in Milan, Italy. He died in 1927 due to hepatocirrhosis in his liver. He used oil painting to paint his artwork. After many years working without a mask, he must have inhaled the deadly odor which damaged his liver to a deadly point. My mom was only a 2-year-old baby. Her mom, my maternal grandmother, felt emotionally devastated, and had to work hard back in those days, in the early years of the 20's century, in which women were not seeing with good eyes by people in general if ladies were not at home.

Sadly, my grandmother gave her 2-year-old baby -my mom, to her parents, my mother's grandparents. They provided all they had for my mother's upbringing. Perhaps, it wasn't enough, it wasn't the ideal situation, because my mom wanted and needed her own mom. 
My mother's maternal grandparents had 14 children, so my mom -as a child- had many aunts and uncles who played and took good care of her. At the age of 18, my mother got a job in a big store downtown, and went to visit her mom, and asked her if she could live with her. My grandmother welcomed her young daughter, who felt so happy going back to her mother's loving arms again. Unfortunately, the fact that my mom was raised by her grandparents -as a little child- not by her mom, left chronic emotional disorders, depression, severe traces in my mom's mind and heart. Now, I recall something important -when I was a child- to have seen my mom crying very often, especially after her dearest mom died, and my dad left our home for another woman. My mom felt so very depressed. I was about 9 or 10 years old back then. I remember I had asked her why she had been crying, then my mom decided to share her big secret with me. My mom had felt like an abandoned orphan most of her life, especially while living with her maternal grandparents. They only sent her to study up to Elementary School, and then learn how to become a dress-maker, and also learn embroidery techniques. After graduation in that sort of trade, she had to work for her grandparents sewing dresses and embroidery fabrics as a young teen. They did not allow her to see males, and never get married.
My dear mom kept on crying -as she was telling me her story, and I gave her a big hug to soothe her emotional breakdowns. I would comfort my mom as long as I lived with her. Then, I understood my mom's emotions and behaviour more clearly, for she had been missing her own mom. 
My mom was definetely my best friend forever! When my parents got married, they bought an apartment, and my mom took her mom with them. So, the three of them lived together, my mom, my dad and my maternal grandmom. Then, when I was born, there were four of us, my parents, my granny and me -as a baby. My granny helped my mom with my upbringing, for she had to work in the store to help pay for the mortgage and the incoming bills. Life was so hard back then. I adored my grandmom, she was the sweetest lady I had ever met in my life. She adored me too. Well, I share a pic of my grandmother and me -as a little kid for you all. Have a blessed weekend, dear family and friends!! God may bless you all.

MEMORY LANE (PART 3)

MEMORY LANE. (PART 3) 

In the old photo below, I was a tiny 5-year-old little girl with a school uniform in 1st grade at the Elementary Nun Catholic School. In fact, my 1st grade teacher was a Nun. I am sitting next to my first classmate, whom today is a Medical Doctor and Specialist in Kidneys.

"A Castle in the Hills." (Part 3) My little story written by me, Poet Starry.
I attended the same Catholic School for 12 years until graduation. Back then, I was a 17-year-old, young bilingual High School Graduate with a bright future ahead..Today and looking back, I am an American Senior Citizen. 
Time really flies!
Well, after my School Graduation, I registered in a Private School of Law Overseas to attend classes in the evenings, where I would study Law for the following 5 years. At that time in my young age, I wanted to become an Attorney serving for a Criminal Court as a Prosecutor, but I never did, because I was not able to graduate. You see the Prosecutor is the Court District Attorney who defends the Victims. I also took some College Courses in Natural Science for about 18 months. I learned a lot. I loved it!
Unfortunately, I did not graduate from any career of my studies. Yet, I acquired knowledge. I had to work full time in a local Bank in order to pay for my College studies, plus be able to acquire books, college material needed, and help to pay for my mother's bills. You see it was a huge responsibility on my young shoulders to bear alone. Sadly, my father did not want to pay for my College Career. I was not sure whether he could not afford to pay for me, his only daughter, or he just did not care to invest in my future any longer.
Telling you the truth, it hurt me so very badly. My young life had changed completely, especially when I would surely decide to bring my knowledge elsewhere more profitable for a brighter future, pack all my suitcases and leave my dear mother's home. 
Sadly, a cruel Revolution arose in South America in those days, and over a hundred thousands young people began to disappear, vanish into thin air. They were later called, "The Missing People."
Then, I arrived in New York at the young age of 23 -saving my own life, but leaving my dear family behind. My parents would always be waiting for my return. I broke their hearts, and I regret to have done that...
So, the future would be ahead of me, and I would be the one to orquestrate and build a stairway to Heaven, not only for me, but also for my generations to come ahead. As soon as I stepped on American soil, my life would never be the same again. I fell in love with the American people and way of life! I planted my seeds, my flowers, my poems and songs, my thoughts, my true love into the land of freedom, the home of the braves.
I really wanted to be a part of the American hearts.
The rest is history in my life as an American Senior Citizen lady.
My advice is take good care of your children, because they will become adults in no time. Teach them good things, good manners, to love and respect others, also respect conservation, mother nature, animals and wildlife. We are all mortal beings, feeble passengers of time. So, I wish to make a real difference between life and death, and serve the Lord for a good purpose 
in my passing life in the world before I DIE...
UNTIL WE WRITE AGAIN...
POET STARRY.

MEMORY LANE (PART 2)

MEMORY LANE (PART 2)

In the old photo below, I was a tiny 5-year-old little girl with a school uniform in 1st grade at the Elementary Nun Catholic School. In fact, my 1st grade teacher was a Nun, and I was holding her hand in this picture...

"A Castle in the Hills." (Part 2) My little story written by me, Poet Starry.
Since each of us carry a baggage, the load of a personal history, and our burdens, we may develop certain connections according to our personal views or moral values. I have been trying to share a self-portrait with my online readers and friends, in order to get to know me a little bit...
In the old days -as far as I can remember- when I was a little girl, even before School days, I lived in a big city with my dear mom and my Italian grandmom, the mom of my mom, mainly just the three of us, because my dad was usually working long hours away from home. But, Sundays were daddy's days, so I luckily spent Sundays with my dad...
One of my favourite outing with my dad was going to the Zoo to see the animals. I loved all, but the majestic ones were special, such as elephants, lions, tigers and wolves.
As a kid, I used to gape often through the glass wall in our apartment on the second floor. I was completely puzzled back then, just to see so many horses in the city streets pulling wagons to bring veggies, fruits, small livestock, and other goods for the peddlers to the farmer's market placed on the sides of the park across the street from our apartment.
People gathered there in a rush to buy cheap items and food. I was astonished and sad -at the same time- to see tired working horses and other animals which were brought to the fair.
My young heart would begin to experience new feelings, and would be left astray watching people's greedy hearts.
The fair was taken place on weekends. So, I would hear the hooves on the trotting tired stallions pulling the wagons as they approached the streets in our neighborhood. Then, I would rush to the glass wall to gape at the feast. Well, I still watch out the window when I hear animals coming.
As a little girl, I could not help but feeling hurt inside for whatever my young eyes would have to watch every weekend. The good and the bad things were passing right in front of my child's eyes, and those visions would leave emotional and everlasting traces in my heart.
You see, I was alone playing with my few toys, bears and dolls. I come from a European ancestry with artists and musicians on both sides of my family. I was born a dreamer, an artist, a pro-life living being with all sort of good deeds inside my young heart. So, it was dreadful for me to catch a glimpse of those shattered, horrible, corrupted, bloody memories of my childhood with so many things going in the wrong way. It is hard to explain in details what I have seen as a child, for it hurts so badly! My world was rather small back then, no siblings, yet I began to dream in expanding my world as an adult to other greater ventures with high goals and lasting moral values some place else...
As a little child, I began to think that those kind of grown-up adults would never become my role models, for they were corrupted and dreadful to my eyes. In fact, in my childhood, I began to develop the first outlines of my present philosophy of life. Since my early childhood, I dreamed of living on top of the mountains surrounded by nature, birds and other precious animals. Perhaps, I was dreaming of living in a castle on the hills, a bluish yonder hill intimately entwined with the valley below. So, I would feel like "The Queen of the Earth."
I could hear the gallop of those stallions flying freely in the blue horizon, and I could still hear my throbbing heart gazing out the window, or even imagine myself on top of the mountain.
UNTIL WE WRITE AGAIN...
POET STARRY.