Sunday, March 30, 2014

You know that love


You know that love 
Is never fair
It chooses
It rejects 
It hurts
You know too
It's because of this
Every nanosecond counts
You choose
You try to hold on
Sometimes it ends
Sometimes it lasts
A lifetime
An eternity
Each passing moment
You hope it will last
Or not
Or you move on
Or you delay and cling
For as long as fate
Would let it
Or you let go
Find new faces
Consider new lives
You move on
But you don't forget
You are bound
In love's shadow
You wait
Or you stop looking back

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Ivan Lanuza's Journal: The 15 Ps of Life



Most of us trudge through life without direction. We just float in an unending expanse of ocean. And it gets even more difficult when we realize we have nothing to cling on and nothing to hold on to. We keep floating until we start thinking that there really is no point in going on. Or we try to defeat the waves on our own until we grow tired and just give up.

I can count the times when I have gone through this ocean of nothingness. Until I realized that in order to overcome the vast expanse, I need to look inside me first and realize who I am. Stop measuring myself against how others are but embrace myself and learn not to be afraid to show others who I really am. Second, I needed to have a plan on who I would like to be someday and not just ride the tide and see where it will take me.

Below is a very enlightening blog from an old schoolmate on the 15 most important Ps of life. If everyone of us could see life like he does, then there will be less of us just watching life pass by.

Ivan Lanuza's Journal: The 15 Ps of Life: Let me begin by admitting that I, like most of you, am just seeking life’s answers.   I enjoy talking to people of all ages and appreci...

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A cheesy love poem



I have promised you some verses, which up until now I haven't done. It's not because you don't inspire me, it's more because I only write poetry when there are things I cannot say, and with you I can say and share everything. You have my heart and with it is my poetry.
Te Quiero, Carino
I don't know if you'll ever find this page
Perhaps not.
I'd prefer that. Because these verses
They don't come near to expressing
The depth of what I feel for you.
It's so cliché.
It's hard to find words unique
Which will only mean you.
I promise to write another one
Something that could rival the beauty of the sunset
But perhaps If I try that
It will take a lifetime.
Then I'll just read it to you
When we're both 90 and weak in the knees
Although being weak in the knees
That doesn't have anything to do
With being 90, it's when you're around.
Perhaps we'll get our grandson to read it
Because by then we'll be weak in the eyes
Although perhaps our grandson will think it
Age inappropriate, to still be reading each other poetry
But I'll tell him it doesn't have anything to do
With being 90, it's because you're around
However, if you do find this page
Consider it my first term installment
Of a lifetime commitment
Writing poetry for you
I hope I get to write something
That will be more beautiful than the sunset
Because only that can equal what I feel for you.
Te quiero, carino


Sunday, September 16, 2012

10 Simple Ways to Say I Love You


10 simple, easy ways to tell him/her that you care

In this busy, hectic world that we live in we sometimes tend to overlook the simple things that could make the day for someone we love. Throw in recession and our minds simply stop functioning in the simple level. So, here's to give you a jolt and remind you that after everything, we still have the people we love who are standing by us and needs some teeny weeny attention to put that smile back on.

1. Hug. When you open your eyes, first thing in the morning and you wake up to this wonderful person snoring beside you, don't hesitate to give him/her a hug.

2. Kiss. After that hug it would be great to couple it with a kiss on the nose, the forehead or the cheek. Even that little nook between neck and shoulder, or that exposed shoulder quivering from the force of his/her snore.

3. Look him/her in the eye. When you wake up almost late in the morning, hurrying for work or that job interview, don't forget to take notice of this person who prepared your breakfast, sat beside you at table and sipped coffee with. Look him/her in the eye and say "I love you' with those stares.

4. Post it. Leave post it notes on the fridge, on the desk, on the computer monitor, inside his/her packed lunch, saying "I love you" or some beautiful love quote that you found on the net, or read in a book or poem.

5. Kiss on the lips. Never ever forget planting that kiss on the lips.

6. Cook it. Try baking some heart shaped cookie or bread, or cooking some heart-shaped hotcake. Cheesy, but isn't "I love you' cheesy enough, might as well go all the way.

7. E-mail it. Chatting might not be allowed at work, but an e-mail with "I love you" as subject is no longer a virus especially when it came from you.

8. Text it. One text a day is an "I love you" energy booster vitamin.

9. Sing it. You don't have to be Celine Dion, a short refrain or chorus hummed softly in your loves ears would be enough to competely plant that smile on his/her lips.

10. Kiss. Yep, never forget that good night kiss. Ever.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Who Made the Potato and a Poet Known as Sir Walter Raleigh




I was working once as a directory assistance operator and got a call from someone who was having a serious debate with his friends. They were in a muddle so they decided to ask my professional advice on a very serious question: Who made the potato, The English or the French? The existence of the French Fries and the English Fish and Chips being a serious matter to consider made it harder to decide.

But this is not about the potato. This article is about a poet who brought the potato to the English courts. Sir Walter Raleigh was an English aristrocrat, explorer, poet, writer, and many more. He brought not only the potatoes to England but also the tobacco and the tales of El Dorado. Twice he was imprisoned for love, of which, the second caused him his life.

In 1591 he married one of Queen Elizabeth's ladies-in-waiting, Elizabeth Throckmorton, in secret without informing the queen. This caused both him and his wife imprisonment in the London tower. The sentence didn't last but the marriage did.

His second love was not that of a woman but for adventure which beckoned in the form of El Dorado, the famed city of gold. Sir Walter Raleigh did not find the city. Like everyone else who tried after him. But it did cause the ire of a Spanish ambassador who asked for his life as payment. As the sharp blade of the English axe whoosed to cut the breathe that fuels this man's life he cried, "Strike, man! Strike!"

A poet of the Renaissance period, his style was not elaborate nor superflous as were his contemporaries. He attacked poetry as he attacked life--honest, and direct to the point. And though he lost his life for one love, in another he gained his life. Of the life he lived we can only take a peek from the poetry he has left us with.

The Lie
By: Sir Walter Ralegh
1552–1618

Go, soul, the body’s guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant.
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court, it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church, it shows
What’s good, and doth no good.
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates, they live
Acting by others’ action;
Not loved unless they give,
Not strong but by a faction.
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate.
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending.
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it is but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust.
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honor how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favor how it falters.
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in overwiseness.
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention.
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay.
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming.
If arts and schools reply,
Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith it’s fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell manhood shakes off pity;
Tell virtue least preferreth.
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing—
Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing—
Stab at thee he that will,
No stab the soul can kill.


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Sources:
poetryfoundation.org
Wikipedia.org