Saturday, June 28, 2014

"A Piuva Tree" #POETRY w/Diana Krall "Just The Way You Are" #The WayUR #Musicvideo #DianaMarySharpton

Introduction:

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.
― Gayle Forman

The Piuva or Pepper Tree is native to my second homeland of Brazil.

A Piuva Tree

Amazing what this man's to me,
I had coffee whilst he had tea.
Sitting under a Piuva tree,
as sunrises reflecting onto the sea.

We spoke for hours; it seems,
beneath this dazzling  pepper tree.
And I learned what I already knew,
he’s a man I completely love; it’s true.

Boldly, I ask him to join me again,
so we could watch boats maneuver in wind.
He said, yes! As my heart flipped twice,
and oh lord! He’s not only sexy but nice.

As we prepare to get up and go,
he reaches over kissing me you know!
At this point I’ve lost track; what comes next,
except a flood of warmth rolling down my neck.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved

The song that I have selected to accompany this poem is the fabulous Diana Krall with "Just The Way You Are"(2). Why? Listen to the words... When you don't know what to do or where to go... you go with your heart. 

Published on YouTub on Oct 7, 2009 by DianaKrallVEVO, this song is considered  jazz, soul and R&B.

I have listed the lyrics below for your reading pleasure.

"Just The Way You Are" (3)
Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore

I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you

I said I love you, and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to

I want you just the way you are

Remember music is a language and these are my thoughts tonight! Thank you for your support and I hope you have a blessed evening or morning...

Love and Peace D~
xxx

Amante mio te deceo esta noche.

References:
1.) Photography: http://all-thats-interesting.tumblr.com/post/23292919681/the-pristine-piuva-tree-of-brazil by Savannah Cox
2.) Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8RYUZT57XA
3.) Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/dianakrall/justthewayyouare.html

Thursday, June 26, 2014

"Discovering Love" #POETRY #DISCOVERING #LOVE w/Roberta Flack-The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face #MusicVideo #DianaMarySharpton

:Introduction


“NOT UNTIL I MET YOU

Not until I felt your sunshine,
Did I realize that I had been in the shade.
Not until I saw all your colors,
Did I realize that mine had faded.
Not until I heard your dreams,
Did I realize that I was still sleeping.
And not until I experienced my life with you,
Did I realize that I was barely
Breathing.” 


― Suzy Kassem

The song I am picking for this evening is titled "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" (2)  sung by Roberta Flack. I felt it was a perfect fit for my poem titled "Discovering Love" included below. The video was published Jul 2, 2010 on YouTube by fritz51355. This song became an international hit winning Roberta Flack a Grammy Award for song of the year in 1972.

"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" is the 6th track on Roberta Flack's debut studio album titled "First Take" which was released on June 20, 1969. The genre is vocal jazz, soul and R&B.

A little about my poem: It was written and published back in November of  2013. It reflects on the overwhelming energy and emotion I was experiencing realizing I had finally discovered real love, in me. As I look back at that moment, the minutes, the hours, the days and the surrounding personalities, all are still vivid and raw. It was the moment I first met you. You immediately perplexed me. Me, always in control suddenly being totally out of control. I couldn't sleep, it was an ache... I wanted you like none other... as much as I do today because you are that man in all those dreams. True Sto

Discovering Love


It’s a secret this energy from you, I feel,
maybe it’s in the rash desire, that it be real.
I can fall so deeply within your soul,
you’re the man I seriously want to know.

Nothing that’s been utter openly, it just me,
it’s the smell that oozes from your masculinity.
Nervous yet thrilled, all at once, when you’re near,
breath held; as a heart races in tangential fear.

I have waited a lifetime it seems,
recognizing you from the onset specified in my dreams.
You and I are kin as lovers of earth, wind and light,
terse moments I could inconceivably try to fight.

Yet there’s something intuitive which I can't mask,
a nature that’s rebellious, accretive and fear lacks.
It’s private but from my perspective it’s all true,
I know at this moment, I am deeply in love with you.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2013 ~ All Rights Reserved


I have listed the lyrics below for your reading pleasure.

"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" (3)
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love
To the dark and the endless skies

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command, my love

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time, my love
And it would last 'til the end of time, my love

The first time ever I saw your face
Your face
Your face
Your face

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Music is a language and these are my final thoughts for this evening. May your day or evening be blessed with good health, unconditional love, light-hearten laughter, enormous success, and unending happiness.

Peace and Love Always
Diana Mary Sharpton

Usted es el más importante motivo o finalidad para mi existencia. Eres mi querido, mi amor, y mi vida..

References:
1. Photograph: http://somecamerunning.typepad.com/some_came_running/in_memoriam/
2. Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9jmusgMgro
3. Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/robertaflack/thefirsttimeeverisawyourface.html

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

"Sightless Eyes" #POETRY #LOVE #TIMEFOUND w/Barry White - Love Ain`t Easy #MusicVideo #DianaMarySharpton

Introduction:



Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.” 
― Theodore Roosevelt


Sightless Eyes


I walk in obscurity; as affection guides,
among agnostics in the quarry holding up signs.
A path laden in sharp stones; my bleeding feet find,
and wind impediments howl to this virtual climb.

There’s no confusion in the direction I take,
It’s the darkness; an unsure balance which forsakes.
So, I drop to my knees; beginning a mitigating crawl,
a journey determined not to be forestalled.

Time in between…
Your soul gently enters leading mine,
soothing the depths in my sightless eyes.
And illuminates the trail; this heart leads,
loosing unhappiness facing all it's dirty deeds.

So:
From my knees, your hand helps me rise.
Walking: towards a brilliant golden sunrise.
Be reassured darling this heart is yours,
filled with unobstructed love which you deserve.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved

To accompany this poem I have selected a brilliant singer and song "Barry White - Love Ain`t Easy" (2). This video was published on YouTube by Tiffany's Street on Aug 15, 2012. The genre is soul/R&B/Jazz.

I have added the lyrics below for your reading pleasure.

"Love Ain't Easy" (3)
How many times baby have you heard people say that nothing good comes easy
Tell me how many times do we sit amongst our friends making up and breaking up
just trying to get their lives together
As simple as the word love is its,
its not easy for two people to feel and touch and hold and need each other,
its how bad we really want it
Whatever the mind can conceive, its possible
Love ain't easy baby, love ain't easy

We're so perfect for each other,
Still you have some doubts
You're holding back your love girl,
Just in case it don't workout

Yeah we know love ain't easy
Something no one can deny
But we'll never know if we can make it
We wont longer knock until we try
We wont know until we try

You, you say love is a gamble,
Well nothing guarantee
But if we give our love a chance girl,
Girl I bet we will succeed.

Yeah we know love ain't easy
That something no one can deny
But we'll never know if we can make it
We wont longer knock until we try
We just wont know until we try

He's gonna blow for...
Love ain't easy
Love ain't easy
We just wont know until we try
Let him blow some more for...
Love ain't easy
Love ain't easy
We just wont know until we try

Yeah we know love ain't easy
That something no one can deny
But we'll never know if we can make it
We wont longer knock until we try
We just wont know until we try

Love ain't easy
It ain't easy
Love ain't easy
It ain't easy
Love ain't easy
It ain't easy
Love ain't easy

It ain't easy...

Remember music is a language and these are my thoughts tonight.
Love and Peace Diana

I believe Sugar... Do you? miss you

References:
1.) Photography: http://nevsepic.com.ua/stars-models/page,2,9679-fashion-photography-25-201-foto.html
2.) Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr6fPPZl3mw
3.) Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/barrywhite/loveainteasy.html

Monday, June 23, 2014

Robin Thicke's “Get Her Back” #MUSICVIDEO #DianaMarySharpton #URLoved #Talk2Me

Introduction:

And then they kiss.
Slowly, gently.
Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.” 

― Lisa McMann

Video Music Premier by Robin Thicke titled “Get Her Back” (2). The video is top shelf with a Pop/R&B genre uploaded on YOUTUBE, June 23, 2014 by RobinThickeVEVO. I would highly recommend a few minutes of your time to check out this music and video plus Robin is half-naked lol!

I am listing the lyrics for your reading pleasure.

"Get Her Back" (3)
All I wanna do
Is keep it light
Keep it light
Keep you satisfied
All I wanna do
Is make it right
Make it right
Is make you smile tonight
All I wanna do
Is give you that thing, play you that song, you and your girlfriend sing
All I wanna do
Is get you back tonight

I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta treat her right, I gotta cherish her for life
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her tonight

I never should have raised my voice or made you feel so small
I never should have asked you to do anything at all
I should have kissed you longer
I should have held you stronger
And I'll wait for forever for you to love me again

All I wanna do
Is keep it light
Keep it light
Keep you satisfied
All I wanna do
Is make it right
Make it right
Is make you smile tonight
All I wanna do
Is give you that thing, play you that song, you and your girlfriend sing
All I wanna do
Is get you back tonight

I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta treat her right, I gotta cherish her for life
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her tonight

Oh, it’s so hard
It’s so hard
Oh, it’s so hard
Oh, it’s so hard
But it doesn’t have to be

'Cause all I wanna do
Is keep it light
Keep it light
Keep her satisfied
All I wanna do
Is make it right
Make it right
Is make you smile tonight
All I wanna do
Is give you that thing, play you that song, you and your girlfriend sing
All I wanna do
Is get you back tonight

I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta treat her right, I gotta cherish her for life
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her tonight

'Cause all I wanna do
Is keep her love
Keep her love
Keep her satisfied
All I wanna do
Is make it right
Make it right
Is make you smile tonight
All I wanna do
Is give you that thing, play you that song, you and your girlfriend sing
All I wanna do
Is get you back tonight

I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her back
I gotta treat her right, I gotta cherish her for life
I gotta get her go, get her go, get her go, get her tonight


Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

I love you Sugar...

References:
1.)   Photograph: http://news.iheart.com/articles/music-on-demand-482562/world-premiere-robin-thicke-get-her-12365909/
2.)   Video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bz_EqawkmTg
3.)   Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/robinthicke/getherback.html


"Chocolate" #POETRY #SEDUCTION #DESIRE w/Beyoncé - 1+1 #Musicvideo #DianaMarySharpton #ME/U

Introduction:

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.” 

― Sarah Addison Allen

Slowly savoring a piece of chocolate in one’s mouth seizures haunting sensations in taste creating a crescendo in emotional responses to arise. ~ DMS

Chocolate

Contouring my body with ICE in your finger
Slowly touching points in a gentle linger
Fidgeting, I can’t seem to lie still
As a vicious fervor starts to build

And perhaps, it’s you in my sight
Not this wet appetite
Kindling a blazing fire
Golden; in a room filled with raw desire

For reasons, I’m not sure
Blood surges while striving to be demure
To chemistry, I no longer fight arouses a sigh
As your hand slowly runs down my inner thigh

Yet instinctively, we both know
To seek the taste from our bodies glow
As air smashes into pillars; then quells
In ferocity guiding a stormy sea’s powerful swells

Finally, as we lie in quiet repose
You throw me a chocolate; reasons unknown
Resistance lost long ago; energy ALMOST spent
I take a bite in this creamy delight; MORE… I lament!

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved


I am adding an amazing sensual music video titled "Beyoncé - 1+1" (2). Seems to fit this poem rather nicely. "1+1" is a song recorded by American recording artist Beyoncé for her fourth studio album, 4 (2011). It was released by Columbia Records in the United States on May 25, 2011, as a promotional single.(2) The song is considered a Soul/R&B genre and the music video was published, Aug 26, 2011, on YouTube by beyonceVEVO.

I have add the lyrics for your reading pleasure.

"1+1" (3)
If I ain't got nothing
I got you
If I ain't got something
I don't give a damn 'cause I got it with you

I don't know much about algebra
But I know one plus one equals two
And it's me and you
That's all we'll have
When the world is through

'Cause, baby, we ain't got nothing without love
Darling, you got enough for the both of us
So, come on, baby

Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don't let me go
Make love to me
So when the world's at war
Let our love heal us all right now, baby

Make love to me, me, me, me, me, oh, oh
Make love to me

Hey, I don't know much about guns
But I—I've been shot by you, hey
And I don't know when I'm gon' die
But I hope that I'm gon' die by you, hey

I don't know much about fighting
But I—I know I will fight for you, hey
Just when I ball up my fist I realize
I'm laying right next to you

Baby, we ain't got nothing but love
And, darling, you got enough for the both of us

Make love to me
When my days look low
Pull me in close and don't let me go
Make love to me
So when the world's at war
Let our love heal us all
Help me let down my guard

Make love to me, me, me, me, me, oh, oh
Make love to me, me, me, me, me

Remember music is my language and these are my thoughts tonight. Stay blessed and thank you for the continued support.

Peace and Love Diana


Salud querido mio.. Te deseo

References:
1.) Photography: http://www.askmen.com/scent/scent_300/332_seduce-her-with-chocolate.html
2.) video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaasJ44O5lI
3.) Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/beyonceknowles/11.html

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Mari ~Part III “The Truth”~ #VIOLENCE #SHAME #GUILT #CRIME

Mari ~Part III “The Truth”~

Introduction:

“Things keep happening all around you. There is violence, there is gore, there are people who will use you and never look back to see what became of you, and worse, there are people who will break you into smithereens before they leave to make sure they don’t have to look back to see what became of you.” 

― Heema Shirvaikar,

As a victim of a brutal assault, at a very young age, I wanted to speak out about this type of violence, its complex dimensions and how one can try to survive the shattered aftermath with a normal life. My personal struggle has been to believe in myself (this being the most difficult task beset me and the other is to admit it happened to me), being a victim is not your fault or embarrassing and an open, honest conversation concerning your traumatic event helps you and possibly others move forward in life. Don’t get lost in the brutality or its aftershock, a traumatized life is worth saving and you are loved by God. For it is in his infinite wisdom that our journey develops, matures and finally ends. It is what makes us special.

This is the last part of a short story about a fictional character by the name of Mari (a typical young Hispanic teen) who experiences the violence and guilt of rape. In part II, Mari never admits to the violence of rape out loud or even to herself because she feels guilty and ashamed, until now, and this is typical.

I appreciate your continued support of my work and hope you have a blessed and safe day.

The Truth
On the fateful day, Mari woke in a brilliant mood “I am going riding to where the two rivers meet; Oh God! I love this place” and off she runs to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the family. Soon she will be riding with the wind in hair. She was excited yet still had a worry in the back of her head about Elizeo, the overseer, so she makes a final attempt to persuade her father in assigning chaperon duties to someone else “Papa can Manuel ride with me today? Please Papa, I don’t trust this man Elizeo, he looks at me with eyes like a hawk. He scares me.” 

Mari’s mother immediately joins the conversation and in a stern tone she says “Mira hija! You need to stop all this nonsense, listen to your father and do not create so much scandal over nothing” “Go or don’t go dear, don’t worry your father any further about this matter”. The conversation came to a heavy end, breakfast was finish and Mari quietly excused herself walking to the patio where her black gelding stood saddled and the crazy man, Elizeo, was also waiting.

Mari was seventeen and Papa had promised her a “coming out” party, in August. A little late but oh Mari was excited. She would wear this beautiful white dress she had tried on. It made her feel like a princes and was made of Chantilly lace. It was form fitting and looked stunning on her beautiful young body “Oh my goodness! Is this really meI look and feel so beautiful” as she gazes at her reflection in the mirror; still thinking “This will be a party of a lifetime. There will be respectable boys invited that my Papa approves. I am so happy to be home and forgiven”.

See, Mari is in love with love. She wants to meet that special young man, Papa talks about at the dinner table “Mari you will marry a good strong man that will always love and protect you my sweetness and light”. So, she joyfully daydreams and gets on the gelding. “Let’s go!” looking towards Elizeo with suspicion and they start the ride to where the two rivers meet. It is a mountainous track, about an hour or two on horseback. Mari never once spoke a single word to Elizeo during the whole journey; they just rode quietly.

Elizeo was in his late forties at best. He had worked for Mari’s Papa as an overseer for many years but was grotesquely unhappy with his station. He had been struggling for years to keep food on the table and every year or so there was another mouth to feed. He had started to fantasize about Mari, she was pure and beautiful and there was that hatred he had for the Patron. “He has everything, wealth, power, land and this beautiful daughter” obsessive thoughts keep coming forth as they ride quietly side by side. “I wonder what she would taste like” no one will ever know. She would never speak about it because it would ruin her reputation. So, slowly Elizeo begins to devise a plan on how he would have sex with Mari. It was the right opportunity after all. “I need to be patient and catch her off guard; I will take this lazo with me and tie her up, Ja Ja little spoil bitch she deserves everything she gets” and his thoughts excite and arouse him in a manner that is unspeakable.

Once they arrived, Mari hurries to tie the black gelding up to a tree and runs off to the water’s edge. She takes off her shoes and slides into the cool knee deep water “This is just amazing! I have missed home so much”. As she sits on a large rock facing the river a little sadness comes over her. “I wish I had never kissed Ale... I wish I could change the past” Mari reflects quietly unaware that Elizeo had crept up behind her. Instinct kicks in, Mari turn to face the danger and Elizeo is standing right behind her. “What do you want? You need to go back where the horses are tied up” Mari exclaims in alarm and in seconds Elizeo wraps her with his lazo. He ties her arms as she screams for help. He takes out his knife and cuts off her clothing and cutting into her skin; Mari is out of her mind in fear and pain screaming at the top of her lungs “He is going to kill me! This crazy man, Oh God! Please help me”. Elizeo viciously rapes Mari stripping her of her virginity, dignity and life; shattering her innocence with a brutality that haunts her for years. Mari struggles against the ropes because if she doesn’t somehow get free she knew her life would be taken right there on that sandy beach where the two rivers meet. By the hand of God, the ropes loosen and to stop Mari from screaming, Elizeo fatally places his hand on her mouth. Mari bits into his hand with all the life left in her body giving her seconds, she kicks him in the face and gets up running towards the horse, mounts and rides at a gallop pace home.

Upon her arrival, brutally raped, assaulted and half-naked, the seventeen year old, Mari, found her father, standing before him in agony and shame, screamed “And this was someone you trusted, Papa!” and he fell to the ground in tears and disgrace never uttering a word to console her. Mari didn’t get to attend her “coming out” party; she was sent away in order to silence the scandal that ensued and she also didn’t get to fall in love, with that respectable young man like the one in her dreams. Elizeo, well, he was arrested and put in prison but the damage was done.

Conclusion:
It takes a life time to realize that pain from violence placed upon you was not your fault. Some days you can endure better than others but for me it is in the joy of life’s beautiful things that I get through most of this darkness. I have never once thought life was not worth living; I just could never understand why I was given so many thorns. Remember one thing and that is you can never know a person’s journey, or make unwarranted judgments on who they are, what they have endured and the most unselfish act we can give to one another is love and understanding. Love heals all wounds. I dedicate this piece to all people that suffer from pain of one kind or another.

Peace and Love Always Diana Mary Sharpton

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved

References:

1.) Photography: http://timesofap.com/politics/additional-secretary-raped-a-woman-in-nainital-.html

Saturday, June 21, 2014

"My Truth" #POETRY #LOVE #TOGETHERNESS #TRUTH w/Donny Hathaway - A Song For You #MusicVideo #DianaMaySharpton

Introduction: 

"I have been at a loss for words for days on end, not really sure of what to say and yet today my truth became clear."

~ Diana Mary Sharpton @ copyright All Rights Reserved

My Truth

You say you saw me first; a lifetime ago, it seems,
Yet I know the hour of the day you walked into my dreams.
Demanding respect for this lady’s point of view,
It was this moment my soul was captured by you.

It was as if God had finally handed me affection,
and those specs; they vanished without hesitation,
and to this day; I can never begin to explain why,
all I know is you're the dearest thing in my life.

Because:
You’re the wind that blew breathe into this broken heart,
and the moon that always lights my way in the dark,
and the sunrise that starts a fabulous day,
and the sunset where your tender kisses equate.

So let me say...
If I had one ounce of blood left; your life deserved,
I’d give this to you without thought or reserve,
and if you needed to move heaven and earth; I could,
because every piece of me, loves every bit you; I hope it’s understood.


Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved


The song I am adding to accompany this poem is titled "Donny Hathaway - A Song For You" (2). It was published on YouTube on Jul 27, 2010 by Jensen Kirk. I am also adding the lyrics for your additional reading pleasure.

"A Song For You" (3)
I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
I've acted out my life on stages
With 10,000 people watching
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song to you

I know your image of me is what I hoped to be
I treated you unkindly
And darling can't you see
There's no one more important to me
Baby can't you see through me
Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song to you

You taught me precious secrets 
Of a true love, withholding nothing
You came out in front and I was hiding
Now I'm so much better
And if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody
Cuz my love is in there hiding

[Piano Break]

I love you in a place where there's no space or time
I love you for my life
You' re a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singing this song to you

[Repeat last verse and last line]

Remember to visit my websites titled:
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www.dianamarysharpton.com
www.dianasharpton.com
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Music is a language and these are my final thoughts for this evening. May your day or evening be blessed with good health, unconditional love, light-hearten laughter, enormous success, and unending happiness.

Peace and Love Always
Diana Mary Sharpton


I worry about the chorus that surrounds us... will they sing us out of existence? I love you Sugar, one person speaking to another without noise.

References:
1.) Photography: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/342906959100650427/
2.) Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeHiio1sTTI
3.) Lyrics: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/donnyhathaway/asongforyou.html

Monday, June 16, 2014

A Fiery Red Moon #poetry # passion # desire # love Shania Twain - You're Still The One #Musicvideo #DianaMarySharpton

Introduction:

“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” 

― E.E. Cummings


Thank you Stuart Media Service (aka Blair Stuart) for the inspiration.

A Fiery Red Moon
I pull back the heat in a fiery red moon,
to see a sword shining brightly through.
A shadow peeks; brilliant eyes,
I reach to touch; vanishing where, I can’t seem to find.
I want it so deeply it stings.
It’s a devotion sending me to my knees.
Nevertheless, illusive, I try interacting again,
an interjection or just cajoling my passionate sin.

Yesterday time paused, the shadow stood reserved.
I imagine his amorous call; if it were heard.
Touching me unaware brings emotion in the air.
As circles in yellow, red and blue float pass in added flare.
I walk as born on my path of choice,
Confused amid passion or twisted judgment, I cannot boast.
As a hunger escalates, there's taste, sweat, sultry pants including sudden jolts.
I want it for days and months it seems,
not happenstance but like the romance of dreams.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved

My featured guest this evening is Shania Twain  singing "You're Still The One", a country music artist born in Windsor, Canada. The music video was published on YouTube Oct 7, 2009 by ShaniaTwainVEVO. I have list the lyrics below for your reading pleasure.

"You're Still The One"(3) 
(When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you're still the one I love.)

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothing better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missing

They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

You're still the one

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby

I hope you have a blessed evening or morning
Love and Peace always Diana

miss you...
References :
1. Photography:
2. Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNZH-emehxA
3. Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shaniatwain/yourestilltheone.html

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Cheryl Cole's Crazy Stupid Love ft. Tinie Tempah #VEVO #MUSICVIDEO #LOVE

Introduction
Video Music Premier by Cheryl Cole; Cheryl, who is from the UK, is a recording artist, songwriter, dancer and television personality. The single, featured in this evening’s post is white hot and titled “Crazy Stupid Love ft. Tinie Tempah(2). The video is top shelf with a Pop, Dance and R&B genre uploaded on YOUTUBE, June 9, 2014 by CherylColeVEVO. I would highly recommend a few minutes of your time to check out the music and video.

Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

References:
1.)   Photograph: http://www.digitalspy.com/music/news/a575905/cheryl-cole-previews-crazy-stupid-love-music-video-pictures.html#~oHdv3EVuESENzO
2.)   Video: Cheryl Cole - Crazy Stupid Love ft. Tinie Tempah. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8tS5UQmNQM#t=227

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Peccadillo #POETRY #SEDUCTION


Introduction:
This poem was originally published in 2013... actually written in 2007... it was taken off this blog with all my other poetry and now being republished in an effort to keep this blog alive.

The Peccadillo
Ocean waves thrashing in endless hostility upon rocks speckling a cold barren shore.
With persistence, a rhythm in pilot with wind, current and sea, observe youth!
What's his aspiration? Peculiarity, prospect, shrewdness! Or was it simply fascination?
I am not convinced with this perplexity!
Like a ewe hours in birth, vulnerable, fresh, new, no judgment just direction.
With enchantment, it steps towards awareness and possibility. Behold epoch!
What's her scheme? Affirmed with hostility? Determination! Or is in tempo to song, absolutely dubious to all!
Enveloped brilliance as a rose bud opens, youth tantalizes and lures time.
Arouses fantasy, discerns intellect, mitigates fixation, and assures mendacity.
A duped interval within space or time that inspires artistic prose, where is the peccadillo?
Is it in desire, love or merely awareness of the seduction? Maybe both or all three, you see.
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 all rights reserved

References:
1.) Photograph: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2270335/I-leg-The-Graduate-poster-Actress-Linda-Gray-reveals-stood-Anne-Bancroft-shoot-1967-movie.html

Friday, June 6, 2014

Céline Dion duet with Ne-Yo - Incredible #MUSICVIDEO #PREMIER

Introduction
Video Music Premier by Céline Dion duet with Ne-Yo, featured in this evening’s post was released on February 14, 2014. It is white hot and titled “Incredible (2). The video is top shelf with a Pop / R&B genre uploaded on YOUTUBE, June 5, 2014 by CelineDionVEVO. I would highly recommend a few minutes of your time to check out the music and video.

Thank you for your continued support. I pray you are having a blessed evening or morning.

Peace and Love Always Diana

References:
1.)   Photograph:http://www.aceshowbiz.com/news/view/00071555.html
2.)   Video: Céline Dion duet with Ne-Yo - Incredible. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvO5z5tx4ZA

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

"Mari ~Part II~ " #ShortStory #Fiction #Betrayal #Anger #Crime

Introduction:

“Tragedy in life normally comes with betrayal and compromise, and trading on your integrity and not having dignity in life. That's really where failure comes.” Tom Cochrane

Mari  ~Part II~

Mari had not spoken to anyone, now, for a couple of days, locked up in her room awaiting disposition to her sinful acts. She kept thinking “If I were dead, I wouldn’t have to awaken to this shame”. Her mind and heart kept battling moments of immense despair, not breathing, at time, as each wave of agony hit. She curled up in her bed praying for sleep that would not come. 

Finally, her mother came into the room and sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing her hand said “My dear sweet child, your father has decided you will travel to the United States and live in a Catholic boarding school for your high school”. 

Mari protested vehemently “Mama, I don’t want to leave my home please Mama, please forgive me, I will never do this again, I swear please let me talk to Papa!”. 

Mari’s mother shook her head and simply said “Querida he does not want to speak or even look into your eyes right now”, “Pack your things, we are leaving on the morning train.”

The following day began fresh and splendid after an early morning tropical shower. Mari could smell the earth mixed with jasmine, an aroma familiar and adored, for which she cried about inside and after a two day journey Mari and her mother arrived at their final destination. Her room was like a prison cell, small, cold, tiled, no bath room (the bathroom was a communal down the hall), a single bed and dresser, nothing else and this was where she lived for the next three years, summer, winter, fall and spring. School and the tedium from the dorm mother, Sister Roach, helped cure the immediate pain of loss, but a hole had been created which would always be there. It was just less prominent as time went by.

One day Mari’s mother comes to visit. It was the beginning of summer and although there were no classes, Mari was involved in many activities. “Mama, I have missed you so much!”, How are you? How is Papa?” Mari spoke in a quiet uncertain manner. She kept thinking “Mama what did Papa do with Ale?”; however knew very well this was not a conversation to have. Mari could not stop thinking about those days three years ago, it weighed deeply in her heart. 

Mari, I am here to take you home for a summer visit”, her mother quickly stated. “Pack your things; we leave on the evening train.”

The gloom instantly disappeared, as if someone had handed her a gift of life. Mari was happy again, she rushed about packing; they were letting her come home for the summer. She was a strikingly beautiful young woman now, fully developed and yes still a virgin. As she readied herself, she kept thinking quietly “I wonder what Papa will say to me, he has not spoken to me in three years.” In the back of her mind and deep in her heart, she was scared of being rejected again. The trip was long and tedious; however they both arrived safely home. There standing in the patio was Papa and Mari for the first time in three year began to cry openly, sobbing “Please forgive me Papa?” 

He hugged her tightly stating “We have missed you my sweetness and welcome you home with open arms, there is nothing to forgive.” So, Mari made it home!

However, there were restrictions, placed on Mari by her father. A man by the name of Elizeo was hired to watch over her, at a distance, during those long summer days when she would go horseback riding or walking about. He would report back to the father every evening on the day’s actions and/or events that transpired something Mari never knew. Elizeo, a man of middle age, lived with deep anger and regret in his heart. He had five or six children, a wife of fifteen years with no passion left yet there were those needs. She would always reject his advances “Elizeo, every time we have sex, I get pregnant, I don’t want any more children, STOP!” He was frustrated beyond words and began to covet the beautiful Mari at a distance. Once, when she ventured to bath in the spring, he watched, as she took off her clothes. She was voluptuous and so ripe. Large pointed breasts, with long nipples, well defined buttock and he fantasized her taste on him over and over; relieving himself sexually, on occasion, as he maintained a close yet vigilant eye on his assignment. He kept thinking to himself “Well she has this reputation of being a slut at a young age, it serves her right, and I am doing what every man would do.

Towards the end of July, Mari asked permission to ride by horseback to where the two rivers met, a good two hours away. Her father granted this permission with the caveat that Elizeo ride with her for protection. This was the first time Mari had ever met Elizeo and from first impression, something about him made her uneasy “This man frightens me!”  The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and this time she was going to speak-up. Taking her father aside she said in a quiet tone “Papa this man frightens me, can you assign someone else to the duty please”. 

No mi hija, I have full confidence that he is a man of good character, go have fun and be safe, my sweetness.” Mari set aside her protective instinct for the desire to see the river and at the break of dawn; they rode off towards the intended destination.

Several hours later, they arrived. Mari dismounted her horse, tied him up to a tree branch and roamed off, alone towards the river bank. She took a spot on a large rock alongside the river, placing her feet into the cool water below, thinking “this is heaven on earth”. Distracted by pleasure, Mari suddenly realized that Elizeo had quietly crept up behind her and as she turned to face him, instinctively alarmed at his close proximity, she became frightened and distressed. Elizeo quickly placed a choke hold around her neck, dragging her to the ground. Her mind started screaming, heart beats raced and her only conceivable thought was “This guy is going to kill me!” He was older, stronger and began brutally dragging Mari to a sandy beach area, tearing clothing as he drug her along, choking her, where at times she could not breathe and blanked out. Mari kicked and screamed violently, she wanted to live and almost by the grace of God, Elizeo makes a fatal mistake, placing his hand over her mouth in an effort to shut up the screaming, Mari opened her mouth, sinking her teeth deep into his hand tissue, quickly drawing blood and pain. In agony, Elizeo loosened his grip, Mari automatically thought to herself “Now fight and run or die”. She kicked him in the face, knocking him down to the ground. Free, Mari, got up and started running towards her horse, second later she is on her way home. Her mind was completely blank all that mattered was getting home.

Upon her arrival, brutally assaulted and half-naked, the seventeen year old, Mari, found her father, standing before him in agony and shame, screamed “And this was someone you trusted, Papa!

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved
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