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Monday, February 13, 2017

To My Valentines

In honor of Valentine's Day I wanted to share a few of my favorite poems and/or verses from some of my favorite poets.  Whatever your circumstances are today, I hope you love.  I wish you love.  I hope you enjoy the poems and as a bonus, an original from me. Meh, it's sappy and trite and sugary sweet, but I wrote it and I am a lover of love.  Ever the hopeless romantic, even when I don't have a beloved.
So sit back and enjoy the words my lovelies.

-peace

Immortal Beloved
“Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, Be calm–love me–today–yesterday–what tearful longings for you–you–you–my life–my all–farewell. Oh continue to love me–never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.”
- Ludwig van Beethoven

Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's leaves hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
-William Shakespeare

Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barret Browning

Song of the Open Road
"I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
-Walt Whitman

For You
In all my dreams
I never imagined
what loving you could do to me
How deep I would fall
or the immeasurable happiness
my heart could feel

At times I wondered if you even existed
While all along
you were right there

Your heart
your tenderness
your kind soul
showed me what I had been longing for
How sweet, my love
you are to me
The world on a platter
you give to me

I love you beyond measure
from my heart
to the moon
to the stars
deeper than the oceans
higher than the skies

My eyes well up with tears
but not of sadness
only love
only peace
only happiness

Only you.
-Yvonne J. Salvatierra

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Let's call this: Shoulda stayed in bed kinda Sunday...

Today was weird.  Or maybe I was just weird.  Or still am weird.  Meh.  So, the sun came out first of all.  Why is that weird? Well for one thing, it rained almost every day last week up until last night.  And not just little annoying rain.  This was the "come at every direction" kind of rain and it rained non-stop last night.  And for another thing, the winds were so heavy that my neighbor's front window busted/shattered.  Neighbors came together and helped her and her husband put a board up for the time being. The roaring winds were equal opportunity offenders.  They didn't care who or what you were, if you were in their path, you were going down, no questions asked. Don't believe me? You should have seen my hair!

It was a beautiful day aside from the hounding winds.  Had a late lunch with a friend and good conversation but even she noticed that my mood was off.  But at least she made me laugh -a lot and often. So thank God for that.  We parted ways and off I went to the nearest Kroger to buy groceries and blah, blah, blah.

Ever have one of those days that no matter what you do, you start crying at the mere thought that you "may" start crying? No? That's just me?  Yeah it figures.  Well bloggies, that is how I have been feeling lately.  Today, however, the urge and the sadness or whatever it was I was feeling, was a million times stronger.  I don't know why exactly my emotions are all over the place.  I go from overwhelming sadness to bursts of anger to downright rage.  Sometimes all at the same time.  Now, I know what some of you may be thinking and trust me, the thought has crossed my mind too.  Being that I just turned fifty a few months ago, there is that slight possibility I may be menopausal -ugh! Even typing that word I cringe a little a lot.  The thing is that I already went to that doctor and she said I was not anywhere near that yet.  So who knows? Maybe I'm just crazy? Or depressed.  Or both.

For the love of all things wonderful, if you're still reading this, thank you!  Really.  I know I sound like a deranged woman but trust me, I'm not.  At least not all the time.  Heh. 

Come back, I promise to redeem myself.

New week is upon us, make it count.

-peace.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

And again...

Well, so much for the Cinderella ending that so many of us were hoping for.  As has become custom in my fair city, our hopes of  advancing in the playoffs were shattered in the blink of an eye last night.  Again. 

It's so frustrating and exciting and sad all at the same time.  You have to understand, my angst (and a few thousands of other Houstonians) goes back to the days of the Houston Oilers.  Remember them?  We never did "knock the son of bitch in"  Only a few will get that quote.  Then came the new franchise.  New hope.  New beginnings.  And all these years later, we're still waiting.  It's almost as if we are cursed (I've written about this before).  Sam Houston must have really pissed someone else and they felt the need to  put a curse on him and his city and all sports teams.  Heh.  But for real, what gives? 

I've grown immune to feeling loss or pain over these Houston sports teams of mine.  Seriously.  Last night, when all hope was lost, I just laughed at my brothers who were cussing and yelling at the tv screen.  And because I'm a big sister and love getting under their skin, I started singing the old Oilers fight song: "Luv ya Blue" The look on their faces was priceless.  

And just like that, the season is over.  Again.  But rest assured, the ever hopeful will be back again next season (myself included) to root, to hope and in some instances, to pray for a winning season.  I really, really, wanted a miracle this season.  Since Houston is hosting Superbowl LI, I hoped with all my might that the Texans would pull it off and be in the show.  The icing on the cake would have been a total Texas Superbowl: Texans vs. Cowboys.  But that was not meant to be either.  And before you ask, no I am not a  Cowboys fan.  NEVER.EVER.WILL.BE

Oh well, only 78 days until my Astros opening day!  Silver linings everywhere.


Monday, January 2, 2017

Post Holiday Blues or Something Like That


The holidays have come and gone.  Tomorrow, the majority of the work population will return to their respective jobs, including me.  While I love, love, love the holidays, I hate it when they are over.  It makes me sad.  Maybe because everyone appears to be happier, in better moods, lively and caring during the holiday season.  Because let's face it, come January 1 and thereafter, the haters, the doomsdayers, the ugly mix all come out of the woodwork to wreak havoc on our planet again.  Business as usual, if you will.  It saddens me because I am the eternal optimist and want to see the best in everyone. However, I know not everyone means well.  But during the holidays, it just seems like there are more kinder and more gentle people amongst us.  I wish the positive vibes lasted throughout the year.  Anyway,  back to life, back to reality, as a late eighties band called Soul II Soul used to sing.

Happy New Year bloggies.  May your dreams come true, may your troubles be less and may your pockets be full(er).

Until next time,

-peace.