#svoriginal

[siliconvalleyconcierge]

The week between Christmas and New Years can be rough with the bookend holidays and many people out of town or unavailable to participate in work projects. However, it is a great time to support guests and families that are more focused on leisure activities than simply business-related travel. Today my guests wanted a taste of something local. We decided a stroll to @2ndstorybakeshop would meet that requirement. This local bakery offers great savory and sweet options. The cheese gougeres (French cheese puffs) and always delicious and we were totally excited with the persimmon cake and the new chocolate cakes (chipotle and rosemary version pictured.) Keeping with the local theme they also serve Chromatic Coffee. For those that can’t make it to the Bake Shop in downtown san Jose, many local Whole Foods carry their breads. The Bloody Mary Loaf and the Blue Cheese Breads are both very unique and toast worthy. #svca #siliconvalley #dtsj #conciergepick #2ndstorybakeshop #bakery #shoplocal #morningritual #coffeeisserved #freshlybaked #foodpic #foodstagram #iseefoodieatit #chocolate #nomnom #svoriginal #givingitalluptobake (at 2nd Story Bakeshop)

[speedvisiongraphics]

My new clothing line! #svoriginal #sv19 #thelogo #logo #digitalart #picsart #picsarteffects

[topnotchsupreme]

What's up y'all! Anybody looking for Christmas stocking stuffers. I have sneaker Keychains for sale. Hit me up for inquiries. I have cash app also $svoriginal

[sonnetville]

Black and White

original sonnet by sonnetville dedicated to Heidi, with friendship and respect By heav'nly grace, her outlook she's maintained Through challenges of life so bravely faced: Sometimes, in losing love, a vict'ry's gained. With fingers on the keys so lightly placed The iv'ries tinkle out her song of joy In gratitude to God who gave her life And blessed her with a precious little boy. Though some would stab her soul as with a knife And treat her son with shameful disregard-- Such sin should be unheard of in our land-- She finds to do what's right is seldom hard. At antique desk she grips with steady hand    A fine quill pen and thus begins to write:    "Not all is grey; some things are black and white." (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[speedvisiongraphics]

My Vision too Big! #determination #myvision2big #speedvisiongraphics #sv18 #svoriginal

[sonnetville]

Lime

original prose by sonnetville When I eat my heart out, I find it tastes less bitter with a wedge of lime. The tequila you see is to help the lime go down better, I swear to God. (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Postmortem

original verse by sonnetville You know, I'd like to tour the scene Behind those pretty eyes of green; Just what it's like, I have no clue (And mind you, babe, I never do). I'd ask you why we seldom speak And why we've gone, (is it a week?) Without a word of message sent And not a blink's attention spent, But I'll not learn where we went south When not a whisper leaves your mouth. I see it clear, through pilsner haze, That nothing's very clear these days. Forget I wrote this and you read My rhyme or heard a word I said. I needn't lose a moment's sleep: From you I'll never hear a peep. But that's a cop-out--you know, too-- E'en though I never talk to you, You're in my thoughts both day and night: I think that nothing ends up right. (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Mumbles

original poetry by sonnetville To feel remorse, apologize, To wipe tears from her reddened eyes And dry the tears my own have spilt, I now resolve, confess my guilt; I'm wrong. To tell her, "I was out of line," To take her trembling hand in mine, To kiss away the hurt of years And substitute bright hopes for fears, I long. To win her back, to banish guile, Regain her trust and earn her smile, To give her love that knows no bound, Experience sweet joys profound, I need. And though my words are mumbles mere, To know she shares my feelings dear, To sense, to hold, to think, to feel, To know her sentiments are real, I plead. (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Wrenched

original verse in haiku format by sonnetville oh young twig of green on dewy grass a-sleeping whither came your gale? (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Eye Opener

Girl, the sweetest thing

I can think of would be to

Wake up in your arms

[sonnetville]

My Life, Co-Starring Ms. X

original verse by sonnetville Forever is a scene In someone else's movie I could be an extra I could play the part But why? I'd turn it down And tell my agent That I want a starring role And tell him We must find a girl next door Who wants to be an actress Not in someone else's movie But in mine The director has agreed Take out the part about forever Leave it on the cutting room floor Let the two lead actors Improvise their lines And actions as they go I don't know how the story goes Or whether boy gets girl I haven't read the script 'Cause it remains unwritten And whether it's a feature-length Is anybody's guess My darling, all I know is When they film the trailer When they roll the credits I want you to get top billing --       -- if you're willing (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Maiden

original sonnet by sonnetville Oh lovely maiden, by God's kindness lent-- Thy green eyes search me warmer than the Sun. I am enraptured by thy wondrous scent; Come near and say I am thine only one. Thy bosom, maiden, fairer than the dove, Entreateth me to hold thee to my breast. I bid thee now to come and share my love; Thy pretty head upon my shoulder rest. Thy skin, fair maiden, delicate and white, Is soft as cirrus cloud in April sky. I yearn to hold thee long into the night; Thou art the apple of my weary eye.    Thy breath doth fall so gentle on my skin;    Thy kisses, maiden, on my lips now pin. (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Euthanasia

original sonnet by sonnetville The kindest thing a woman ever did For me is clear: She walked right out the door. She could not keep her bags or motives hid. I sighed and pondered on the days of yore And said, "About those vows: remember when?" She softly spoke. "Why seek the live among The dead?  Continue not to linger in The stench of love that's hung on far too long. Let's slay it;" said the one I'm speaking of, "Don't let it meet a slow and painful death. 'Tis best to execute expiring love And stifle swift its struggling, gasping breath.     For in so doing, kindness we'll bestow     Upon each other, peace again to know." (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Celebration

original verse in haiku format by sonnetville dedicated to my beautiful sister         fetch the fatted calf     for she who was lost is found          and is home again (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Credentials

original verse in haiku format by sonnetville         wait a minute, babe     are you licensed to deal in            insecurities? (c) 2012 sonnetville.com

[sonnetville]

Games

original prose by sonnetville What game are we playing, you and I? This couldn't be dominoes. Not everything is black and white with us. So many shades of grey. I hope it's not a card game. It's not that I don't know the rules, although I think you rewrote them on the fly; it's just that you always hold the upper hand. You can trump anything I throw at you. Maybe it's backgammon.  Just when I think part of me is about to find Nirvana, you send me falling backwards. You know, it could be Operation. I try with tenderness and skill to touch your heart, but unless I am incredibly deft, all I hear is "Buzzzzz." Then again, it might be Monopoly.  Now this, my darling, is a losing game for both of us.  When it comes to love, I am playing with an endless bank. I will always be able to pay up. I'm not sure you can, and if that is true, if I find you bankrupt, it's not a victory for me at all. I'm thinking the best I can hope for with you is chess.  If we can strip the game down to bare essentials, a lone monarch on each side, just you and me, no distracting outsiders, the game results in a draw. Wow, the best I can hope for is a tie, but there's a lot to be said for us arriving at the same place at the same time sooner or later.  We surely have never done that.  Besides, I'd still rather be playing the game with you than anyone else. (c) 2012 sonnetville.com