Saturday, February 26, 2011

Some Of My Favorite Things

Adopt the pace of nature:  her secret is patience.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~



The poetry of the earth is never dead.  ~John Keats~


 Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.  ~Lao Tzu~








It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.

~Antoine De Saint-Exupery~              





One who walks the road with love will never walk the road alone.
~C. T. Davis



In all that we do let us do it for love.
~Chris Cotton~
 































Don't drift through life, live it.  Open your heart and eyes to the beauty around you and bask in it.  Love like you have never loved before and you may find the secret to happiness many search for but rarely find actually lives within you.  
London 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Poetry

In honor of Valentines Day I am posting some of my favorite pieces of poetry.  By no means is this a complete list but it is some of the best of the best.  I hope you have a wonderful Valentines Day and can spend it with someone you love and who loves you in return.

London Saint James



If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine


Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.




i carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)



I Love Thee By Eliza Action

I love thee, as I love the calm
    Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
    Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
    Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
    On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
    Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
    When all beside is mute.
I love thee as I love the first
    Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
    To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
    Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely-sad-and beautiful-
    At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
    The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
    To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
    The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
    In wildest wandering.
I love thee as I love the swell,
    And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
    The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
    Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
    Of gifted-high-and pure!



Bright Star By John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. 





A Dream Within A Dream By Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?




She Walks in Beauty BY Lord Byron

   She walks in beauty, like the night
     Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
     And all that’s best of dark and bright
     Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
     Thus mellowed to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

    One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impaired the nameless grace
     Which waves in every raven tress,
     Or softly lightens o’er her face;
     Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
     How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

     And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
     The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
     A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!



Sunday, February 6, 2011

Romance Novels

My friend and I were discussing books the other day, you know, books we like, characters we love, etc… Anyway, we came up with this list which complies some of our favorite hero’s/heroines from some of our favorite romance novels and here they are:

(THIS IS IN NO WAY A COMPLETE LIST) 

From Megan Hart’s book Dirty: Dan Stewart and Ell.  (Great couple, hot factor)

From Megan Hart’s book Tempted: Alex Kennedy.
Alex is also in books: Everything Changes and Naked.  (Wickedly Sinful, ‘bam’ he’s sexy)

From Sherrilyn Kenyon Dark Hunter Series: Acheron Parthenopaeus.  (Sexy bad ass)

From Sherrilyn Kenyon Dark Hunter Series: SIMI.  (Hilarious)

From Victoria Dahl’s book Talk Me Down: Police Chief Ben Lawson and Molly Jennings.  (Cute, Sexy, Hot)

From Sarah McCarty’s Hell’s Eight Series: Tucker McCade and Sally Mae. (Complete opposites who heat it up)

From Lynsay Sands Argeneau Series: Lucern Argeneau.  (Darkly funny, brooding, temptingly sexy and you’ve got to love a vampire who gets his crotch stuck to a table cloth)

From Lynsay Sands Argeneau Series: Marguerite Argeneau.  (Sexy, Sassy and always the match maker)

From Charlotte Featherstone’s book Sinful: Matthew, Earl of Wallingford.  (He’s a naughty, naughty fellow from Victorian England)

From Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld Series: Reyes bound by the demon of pain and Danika Ford.  (Impossible relationship which works)

From Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse Series: Sookie.  (Of course, Sookie, Sookie now)

From Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse Series: Eric, the sheriff of area five.  (He dark, brooding, manipulative, knows what he wants and how to get it and of course he’s a damn sexy vampire who’s not afraid to get naked)

From Rhyannon Byrd’s Primal Instinct Series: Aiden Shrader.  (Cause lets face it, who doesn’t love a Tiger in bed?)

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Technology

You have got to love technology.  It's a blessing and a curse at times.  Case in point, I have no idea how I came to be following my own blog but there I am, a follower.  Well, I guess I will follow me.  I sure hope I like following.... *Laughs*





Since I'm following my own blog I needed some eye candy.  Yummy!

London

Friday, February 4, 2011

Dreams

“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'” ~~ George Bernard Shaw

Do you remember when you were a kid and dreamed of being a ballerina or a fireman? Then twenty years later you pass a fire truck or go watch a ballet and think, what the heck happened to my dreams?

What did ever happen to our dreams? More than likely they began to slip away as we grew older and focused more on friends, school, growing up kind of stuff but I bet somewhere along the way we heard our dreams were crazy.  Somewhere along the way we started believing we should not dance to the beat of a different drummer.


How many times do we ourselves focusing on the negative instead of the positive? How many times do we tell ourselves we are grownup’s now with responsibilities and so we don’t have time to dream? I know I use to do this very thing.  I dreamed of being a writer and was discouraged by some, encouraged by others but the discouragement far outweighed the encouragement.  Then one day I just decided I was going to stop listening to the negatives inside my head.  Not allow others to discourage me and I started writing again.  I’m doing what I love and regardless of whether I am hugely successful or just do okay, the important thing is I’m finally following a long lost dream and in doing so, it made my world brighter.


 I say dance! Dance to the beat of a different drummer.  Find your inspiration.  Follow your dreams, it’s never too late to do so, and never stop believing you can achieve, you can succeed.  And most important of all, you can reach your dream even if your dream is to be that drummer.






London Saint James

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Perception of Perfection

That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful.  ~~Ninon de L'Enclos

As a writer of romance, erotic, or some call it naughty stories, I have been asked about the images I portray in my work.  The beefcake men, the beautiful sexy women and my response is…. “It’s fantasy.  We all want to live out a fantasy.” And while I will be the first to admit, I love the beauty of the human form, the truth is there is no such thing as perfection.  Everyone has flaws.  And while it’s true, we tend to overlook those flaws when we are “in love,” the flaws are still present and accounted for, which brings me to the topic of the perception of perfection.

I have spoken to a lot of women who feel the need to be perfect.  I’m not going to lie and say I have not been one of those women because I have been.  As a woman I think we are constantly bombarded with perfect images of the female form, the perfect size two, the sexy pouting lips, big boobs, small waists.  We are faced with these images daily in advertisements, commercials, TV shows, magazines, books, and somewhere along the way we buy into those images and the need to be “superwoman” if you will.  We buy the best products, make-up to conceal, mascara to make our lashes look like a splay of long feathers, creams to heal and repair, and dyes to make our hair look lustrous.  We lament over the perfect shade of lipstick and nail color.  We fuss and muss over the dress, the shoes and yes even the underwear.  And soon we begin to think, what else do I need to do to look like a Victoria Secret model?  We kill ourselves in the gym; we buy crazy machines to help us shape our bodies.  We toil and we sweat.  We do so many leg lunges are asses get numb.  We allow others, including men, to dictate who we should be.

As women we wear many hats, daughter, friend, mother, money maker, lover…..   We run households and million dollar companies.  We change diapers, mop floors and we head up meetings, multitask and stop hostile takeovers all by noon … the list goes on and on.  The old saying, “A woman’s work is never done,” is literally true.  So along with all the pressure to be all of these things and be perfect, we tend to lose ourselves somewhere along the way.  Don’t get me wrong, I think we should strive to be the best we can be but we need to also strive to love ourselves for who we are.  The stress and pressures we apply to our daily lives is tremendous and don’t even get me started on the pressure we put on ourselves to be everything to everyone.

So ladies I say, chill out some.  Learn to love yourself.  Take a good look at the inside.  Too many people look at the fancy cover but never open the book to see what's written inside.  Take time every day, even if it is just ten minutes, for just you.  Learn about yourself.  Experiment a little.  Ask yourself, “What do I like?” Find out about you.  What do you find interesting and what do you really enjoy? Take a walk, listen to music, take a bubble bath, read a good book, cook something you really want to eat, pamper yourself just a little bit and maybe somewhere along the way you will find you truly are superwoman, there’s just no need to wear the designer cape!


Silent Knight / Sleepless Knight by Gale Stanley

Cover art: Bryan Keller Genres: Gay Romance, Multiple Partners, Holiday Length: Box Set Page Count: 145 Publisher's...