<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:52:12.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARS, DREAMS, AND ROMANCE: THE BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-424621815233292234</id><published>2009-08-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:48:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT OTHER POEMS IN THE BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the first part of this book, even though the main subject is about love, (specifically romantic, deep hearted love and in some poems, sex) I still have my love for humanity and my fellow man/woman that I write about. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For instance, the very first poem in the book is titled "Of Mom and Oprah". I put this poem first in the book because I wanted to honor my mother with this poem. And to let her know that I look up to her and Oprah Winfrey as two positive role models in my life.How about a small sample of this poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of "Of Mom and Oprah"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh ladies,&lt;br /&gt;Separate yet equal I see you&lt;br /&gt;Separate yet equal you have lived&lt;br /&gt;Separate in lives, equal in emotion, struggle, and bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my eyes, I have lived with you both&lt;br /&gt;Admired you both&lt;br /&gt;Respected you both&lt;br /&gt;One for the love of a son to an awesome mother&lt;br /&gt;One for the love of an outstanding and inspiring human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ladies have overcome great odds&lt;br /&gt;The powers of persistence, determination, and prayer were your allies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In becoming the fantastic women I see you as"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wrote "YesWe Can, Yes I Did" to honor Barack Obama becoming president. I was told by a friend that it actually was BETTER than the poem read at his inaguration ceremony! I was floored by that comment of praise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I feel that the best poem I have written so far is the powerful anti gun violence poem titled "One Gun". This poem was inspired by a mother whose 16-year-old son was gunned down in the driveway of their house. She was on TV crying her heart out, asking why did this have to happen. How I wnated to go through the TV and give her a big hug of comfort and reassurance. On this poem, I got into "the zone" and it almost wrote itself. I clearly remember as I was coming out of writing the first verse, my subconscious just unleashed a flood of creativity. I found myself writing so fast that I could not keep up with my thoughts. I had this poem wrote in 40 minutes. I do not think it would be fair to you, the readers of this blog to read this about "One Gun" and wonder what the poem is about. So I have decided to put PART OF the poem on here. Of course, you have to read the book to get the rest of the poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part of "ONE GUN"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When One Gun is filled&lt;br /&gt;And then emptied&lt;br /&gt;Lives are emptied&lt;br /&gt;Homes are emptied&lt;br /&gt;Schools are emptied&lt;br /&gt;While the jails and the graveyards are filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When One Gun speaks&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s blood leaks&lt;br /&gt;When you see One Gun’s breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone smells of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billions of tears, One Gun has shed&lt;br /&gt;The color of fear, One Gun loves red&lt;br /&gt;Where there are drugs, One Gun is there&lt;br /&gt;When there are hugs, One Gun is rare&lt;br /&gt;Dividing the races, One Gun has caused&lt;br /&gt;Teary-eyed faces, One Gun needs to be paused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich or poor, suburb or ghetto&lt;br /&gt;One Gun does not care where the blood flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the Earth&lt;br /&gt;One Gun has been felt&lt;br /&gt;Not a blessing, but a curse&lt;br /&gt;One Gun has dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches, malls, school halls, even city hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Gun has touched us all"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Powerful, isn't it? I am glad that I was inspired to write this poem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have wrote 4 poems in which the Earth is talking to us as humans. The most emotional of these 4 is titled "My Children (The Earth Speaks)". The Earth has a message to ALL of us and if we do not listen, then we will ALL have a heavy price to pay. The Earth sees how we as humans show our idiocy in "Love Each Other (The Stupidity Of Racism)" Another powerful poem here also in which racism in many forms are discussed. The last two in this series are "A Mother About Mothers" which is how Mother Earth feels about her human mothers and "Africa Speaks" which deals with how most of the continent of Africa is in so much pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I paid homage to some of the athletes of the 2008 Olympics in "The Heart to Win". I wanted to honor their achievements, as well as those who fought hard to achieve ANYTHING in life. And the very sentimental message in the poem "The Love Of My Lifetime Has Given Me a Lifetime Of Love" in which I honor those who have been married for 30, 40, 50 years or more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally, I get a little goofy with the poem "The Animals Of Love". My two cats G-Rock and Asia inspired this crazy poem. I compare love to the animal kingdom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-424621815233292234?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/424621815233292234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-other-poems-in-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/424621815233292234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/424621815233292234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-other-poems-in-book.html' title='ABOUT OTHER POEMS IN THE BOOK'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-407545015693021752</id><published>2009-08-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:22:56.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This poem is about that time together that two people spend, who are in love. They enjoy each other's company and want to spend as much time as possble together. To let each other know that their time together is truly the sweetest of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: This poem is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; in the book. It is a new poem I just wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The time we spend together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is so precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Coupled in life and love we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And when we add respect and admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Affection and adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then our time becomes even more sweeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;With you, I feel so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My imagination has full play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Free to glide through the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To see the impossible as reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to love you even more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like a bear that savors the dripping honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It delights in it's delicious flavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The pleasing aroma of a flower so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's essence arouses the senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;May I compare our time together to these natural wonders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;May I do the same for our love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For a day with you is a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As well as nights filled with tender passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;May we have many special moments through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If eternity is like today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I will cherish it, welcome it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For it will be the sweetest of time for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;   Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-407545015693021752?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/407545015693021752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/407545015693021752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/407545015693021752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-time.html' title='SWEET TIME'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-4241081949606512327</id><published>2009-07-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:28:44.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISPERS AND SURRENDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a night filled with passion,  words are said as emotions are overloaded. This poem is my expression in words, about those tender moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced within the night&lt;br /&gt;We are wrapped around each other&lt;br /&gt;Giggling, laughing, talking&lt;br /&gt;Stolen kisses&lt;br /&gt;One,&lt;br /&gt;Then another&lt;br /&gt;And another&lt;br /&gt;And another&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly they get longer&lt;br /&gt;And longer&lt;br /&gt;And longer And longer&lt;br /&gt;We get lost in their intensity&lt;br /&gt;And their passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breathless "I love you so much" escapes from your lips&lt;br /&gt;A whisper so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I return it...with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flames of desire takes over&lt;br /&gt;More whispers, more kisses&lt;br /&gt;And promises of eternal love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me your greatest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your secret passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I will do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender to me that special place in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And I will do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now the surrender begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another heartfelt "I love you" in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Cuts through the passion and into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of passions between us two&lt;br /&gt;Makes the bond of love stronger between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving into the passion and the love that we have made&lt;br /&gt;And an ecstasy so wonderful that is no longer delayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surrender so sweet, and so fine&lt;br /&gt;Merging together our bodies, souls, and minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we wake to the light of the next day&lt;br /&gt;I will gaze into your lovely eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I will always remember&lt;br /&gt;Last night's beautiful whispers and surrenders"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-4241081949606512327?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4241081949606512327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/whispers-and-surrenders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4241081949606512327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4241081949606512327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/whispers-and-surrenders.html' title='WHISPERS AND SURRENDERS'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-4217810898919229191</id><published>2009-07-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:20:57.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC THAT HELPED TO WRITE THIS BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the book, there are quite a few poems that music inspired me to write them. And since I listen to almst all types of music, then the inspiration covers many genres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For jazz, one of my most favorite songs is "Exotica" by Paul Taylor. And the poem that I wrote about it is titled "Exotica, Romantica" in which a couple share a beautiful day in love on an exotic island.The singer Alicia Keys inspired me to write "The Lady And The Piano" for I was watching her one day play as she sung on a video. (The TV show "Cheaters" also helped on this poem. The book explains how.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The disco group "Chic" made a song that was not popular but I loved titled "Warm Summer Night". This song is so sexy and so romantic. It is a deep, breathy song in which the singer wants more than love on a warm summer night.The 70's song "Steal Away" by Robbie DuPree caused me to write "Thieves Of Time (Stolen Moments)". In which a couple are so busy with their everyday lives that one night they just steal away by themselves to get their love back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the musician that inspired me to write 5 poems which go very deep into love is John Serrie. John combined time, space, and love to create musical genius. He can be found in the spacemusic/new age genre. He makes some of the most beautiful music I have ever heard and I am always taken to a beautiful world when I play his CD's. 2 of them are in this blog. ("The Other" and "The Unfolding of the Two") Still one more musician of this type is Steve Roach, whose music takes me wayyyy out there in the outer realms of space and time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Cole, The Guess Who, and a jazz artist named Lauren Feather are also represented in this book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-4217810898919229191?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4217810898919229191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-that-helped-to-write-this-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4217810898919229191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4217810898919229191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-that-helped-to-write-this-book.html' title='MUSIC THAT HELPED TO WRITE THIS BOOK'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-3883973503638576316</id><published>2009-07-05T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:29:14.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HANDS OF A MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a poem I wrote for all the men out there that work with their hands. I am talking about the auto mechanics, construction workers, carpenters, janitors, plumbers, etc, etc. Those of us that work hard with our hands have the scars to prove it. Yet our hands still have a "soft" side that we want our loved one to know about. This is my attempt to tell about that soft side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazing at my hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The years of toil tells on them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working on this, working on that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have paid the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands that have done both good and bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands that have done things they shouldn't have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands that have played &amp;amp; hands that have prayed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands that have fought hard and now are frayed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now a blessing has come into these hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A splendid treasure that is oh so grand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the love of a woman has been placed in them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In these hands a love like this has never been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lovely thing of beauty and magnificent grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this man's hands your love feels out of place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For how could these hands wrought with life's steel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have opened your heart and to again love feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could such hands give you a loving touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together with it's mind is in love with you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How could hands like this make love to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's work &amp;amp; toil that they are used to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the hands of this man are asking for a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To light up your eyes and make your heart dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hands of this man are begging for a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To love you so much that your mind is entranced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hands of this man pleads for the chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To give you respect, honor, and yes, even romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But most importantly......Will this man have the chance in his life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hold your hand in his as man and wife?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For these are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hands of A Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-3883973503638576316?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3883973503638576316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/hands-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/3883973503638576316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/3883973503638576316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/hands-of-man.html' title='THE HANDS OF A MAN'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-6914148296829332198</id><published>2009-07-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:49:18.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BODY REMEMBERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.K everyone it's time for me to fess up here. I was thinking about a special someone in "that" way (SMILE!!!) when the inspiration for this poem came into mind. Add to this some years ago I heard a jazz song of the same title of this poem. I put these two together and came up with this poem. I hope this poem helps you to think of that special one in your life in "that special way"!!! (SMILE!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As I sit here and think about you.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes remember when I looked at you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They light up like two stars in the night do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My breath gets short as I gaze in awe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the beautiful and lovely woman you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hands want to reach out to caress your cheek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ears can't wait to hear you speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh how I yearn to run my fingers through your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gently, tenderly, and with loving care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My arms want to be around you entwined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As our two bodies become as one combined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lips long to be touching yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As they meet, my pulse starts to soar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as love turns into ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize I am now living my fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now desire takes over as we move together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, how I wish this could last forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as we take each other to wonderful heights of pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind remembers why it's you I treasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as passion explodes into flames of a white hot hue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart remembers how much I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-6914148296829332198?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6914148296829332198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-remembers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/6914148296829332198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/6914148296829332198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-remembers.html' title='THE BODY REMEMBERS'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-9195488921060517210</id><published>2009-07-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:39:52.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I WROTE THIS BOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This very question was asked to me recently and I had an instant answer. The same answer I gave is in the "Introduction" in the book. Because I wanted to tell MY thoughts on love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has their thoughts on what love should be. And this book tells mine. In music, a singer is trying to express their thoughts about a certain emotion or feeling or experience. Writers and even artists do the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to share with the world what was in my mind and how I felt about certain things on the subject of love. I know that I will catch some flack and criticism about some of the things I put in the book. I have already had to answer some questions about why I put in the book the poem "Intsant Sex, Always Love" and did it really happen to me in real life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer to that question is YES, it did happen. I can think back on that sunny afternoon with a smile!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no, the book is not hardcore sexual. The eroticism I write about in the book is very tastefully done. In this blog, you will get an example as to how I wrote about sex in the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL DEEPLY that when you read this book, you will be taken to a world where hearts and stars rule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-9195488921060517210?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/9195488921060517210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-wrote-this-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/9195488921060517210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/9195488921060517210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-wrote-this-book.html' title='WHY I WROTE THIS BOOK'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-6211887266681971017</id><published>2009-07-05T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:18:05.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR SIDE OF THE STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazing up at the stars on a warm summer night. I&lt;br /&gt;started to think about being in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;in another part of the world. This poem is the&lt;br /&gt;result of those thoughts. To let her know that I am&lt;br /&gt;thinking of her in the warmest way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also this poem goes out to all who have a loved one&lt;br /&gt;that they are separated from. True love has no&lt;br /&gt;distance. It is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing up into the night of a star filled sky&lt;br /&gt;Visions of you are in my mind's eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your love has touched my imagination&lt;br /&gt;With feelings of wonder and total fascination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the stars that I see&lt;br /&gt;Sets my mind in motion to wander free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free to wander places near and far&lt;br /&gt;As I love you through the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we are one or thousands of miles apart&lt;br /&gt;Across the stars I love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how they glow like my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;When you look up you will see my love shining true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see them twinkling ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will know I'm thinking of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you may be, yes wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;My love will find you, on your side of the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-6211887266681971017?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6211887266681971017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-side-of-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/6211887266681971017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/6211887266681971017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-side-of-stars.html' title='YOUR SIDE OF THE STARS'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-7538839275735880860</id><published>2009-07-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:09:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE QUEEN OF MY DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The poem I wrote titled "The Unfolding of the Two" is the first one in a series of five poems that deal with the subject of time  and love. A verse in this series of poems titled "The Mystery of Destiny" goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ages upon ages ago I knew I loved you&lt;br /&gt;For you are the princess of my centuries&lt;br /&gt;You are the queen of my dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took that last line and made it into it's own love poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kingdom of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where my life plays on my mind's screen&lt;br /&gt;You are my queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;And as the light fades away&lt;br /&gt;And my imagination has full play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this realm of the night&lt;br /&gt;As my heart take to flight&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the feeling is so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the tales of knights of old&lt;br /&gt;Brave at heart with courage so bold&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is a story that must be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loving you is not a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;It is a feeling that I know so well&lt;br /&gt;And deep in my heart is where it dwells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nights are filled with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;As well as the day we just loved through&lt;br /&gt;And I know you feel this too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my queen, I am your knight&lt;br /&gt;Lie a hero, for your love I will fight&lt;br /&gt;When my mind turns off it's light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of your nightly reign&lt;br /&gt;When I return to daylight's plane&lt;br /&gt;The love for my queen will forever remain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-7538839275735880860?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7538839275735880860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/queen-of-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/7538839275735880860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/7538839275735880860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/queen-of-my-dreams.html' title='THE QUEEN OF MY DREAMS'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-5930971824735001436</id><published>2009-07-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:03:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERLUDE: WORLD LOVE POEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last section of "Stars, Dreams, and Romance", I have wrote poems to the women of 11 regions and countries of the world. I did this to give them the honor and respect that they deserve. (Again, I say that I could not write to all the ladies in the countries of the world. But know that you have my respect and admiration as well.)This section of the book was also inspired by my favorite radio show, "The World" (On NPR and Pri.org) which I LOVE to listen to. I want to thank the loyal staff and reporters for putting together such a wonderful show. I have learned so much about the world by listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, here is PART OF the poem "Lady Of America"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest American lady,&lt;br /&gt;From a land that spans two oceans&lt;br /&gt;And all the natural wonders within&lt;br /&gt;Does not your heart compare to these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“America the beautiful” is the saying&lt;br /&gt;Was it also called this because of you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You walk with magnificence in the glow of the sun&lt;br /&gt;You glide on the beams of the silver moon&lt;br /&gt;You have. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. how about PART OF another poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADY OF ASIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the “Lands of the Rising Sun”&lt;br /&gt;There exists a “Pearl of the Orient”&lt;br /&gt;That gem is you, cherished lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when the sun rises in the sky&lt;br /&gt;It has also risen in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And that sunshine within you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has “set” upon the world&lt;br /&gt;Making it a brighter place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your grace. . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, PART OF one more poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH LADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exquisite Spanish lady&lt;br /&gt;With eyes as beautiful as the sunrise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hair softer than a thousand feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, beloved maiden&lt;br /&gt;So I may adore centuries of passion in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are . . . dazzling . . . splendid&lt;br /&gt;Was God thinking of the stars&lt;br /&gt;When he. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Africa, Australia, Brazil, The Middle East countries, France, India, Russia, and Ukraine are also honored in the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-5930971824735001436?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5930971824735001436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/interlude-world-love-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/5930971824735001436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/5930971824735001436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/interlude-world-love-poems.html' title='INTERLUDE: WORLD LOVE POEMS'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-1509778702357930190</id><published>2009-07-05T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:35:02.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>831</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;831&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This poem is about the words "I LOVE YOU".&lt;br /&gt;8 Letters&lt;br /&gt;3 Words&lt;br /&gt;1 Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 letters that say so much&lt;br /&gt;And mean even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory of any alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Is revealed with these letters&lt;br /&gt;By themselves, letters mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;Empty symbols of languages&lt;br /&gt;But these 8 letters when put together&lt;br /&gt;Tells what I know and feel&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart, mind, and spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words that 8 letters have formed&lt;br /&gt;Words that when I say to you&lt;br /&gt;Come from my soul, my very being&lt;br /&gt;As wide as the sky&lt;br /&gt;As deep as the ocean&lt;br /&gt;As tall as the mountains&lt;br /&gt;As vast as the stars&lt;br /&gt;As high as the heavens&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can give you these wonders&lt;br /&gt;Is through those 3 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally&lt;br /&gt;Deeply&lt;br /&gt;Unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;All questions have been answered&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-1509778702357930190?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1509778702357930190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/831.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/1509778702357930190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/1509778702357930190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/831.html' title='831'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-4571793326628039890</id><published>2009-07-05T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:36:49.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPARISON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABOUT THIS POEM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration for this poem came to me from my mother. She has this rose "garden" in her front yard that "blooms" very few roses. One day I was watching her working in her "garden" the thought occurred to me to compare the heart of a woman to a rose. And this poem is the result of that thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze at the rose in the early morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I think of her, my one and only true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning sunbeams tenderly caresses the rose&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting its deep scarlet hue&lt;br /&gt;My mind is joyfully alive&lt;br /&gt;With warm glowing thoughts of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For is not a rose&lt;br /&gt;Nature's revealed image of a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;With each petal tenderly placed&lt;br /&gt;And ever so delicately layered&lt;br /&gt;Nestled so very snugly&lt;br /&gt;Encircled in a wondrous natural bosom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her loving heart, like the glorious rose&lt;br /&gt;In the splendid morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Is an imaginative comparison&lt;br /&gt;To heaven itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose, her heart&lt;br /&gt;When both are touched with love&lt;br /&gt;One is truly blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123675526759442012-4571793326628039890?l=sdrthebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4571793326628039890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/comparison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4571793326628039890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123675526759442012/posts/default/4571793326628039890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrthebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/comparison.html' title='COMPARISON'/><author><name>StarPoet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250525100916963181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__3CUDzN4Has/SlBOiKOj21I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nI2WH_-Fyms/S220/IMG_0352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123675526759442012.post-6565561418268182065</id><published>2009-07-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:40:28.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF STARS, DREAMS, AND ROMANCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello all and thanks for stopping by to read my thoughts on love and life. For those of you who have read the book, I hope it has taken your heart to places that all lovers dream of. And for those of you that have not read it yet, I hope you will get around to it and be uplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this deep and touching book for a few reasons. One being to tell what I feel about love and what I feel love should be. Another is to lift up all our hearts. Still another is to show the positive side of love. With so much in this world that is negative that is written about and even sung about love, I wanted to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start this blog right and say that I will keep you all updated on the book and how it is doing. I also will be adding new poems to this blog as I write them. I want to keep you all "in the mix". And I also would like to hear from you. To know what your thoughts are on love. To know how you feel about this book. 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