Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Voice to How Tall Is Grant 
One man is hearing things 
Another man is seeing things 


The Voice (Italian sonnet) 

He heard a voice he hadn’t heard before
It beckoned forth so anyone could hear
It seemed so strange so many did ignore
This melody which he now felt so clear
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It sang about a time so long ago
When things seemed so much brighter than today
His dreams then seemed to have a smoother flow
He wondered why they shouldn’t stay that way
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So nearer to the voice he ventured on
Not weary of so much he left behind
Not leery of such promises now drawn
And shadows looming furthest from his mind
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Here is the voice he hadn’t heard till now
Of all those little things he did not see
The truth of things he could not now avow
Is free to live a life once meant for he 


A man is led on by a strangely familiar voice in this Italian sonnet. An Italian sonnet is like a Shakespearean sonnet except instead of a rhyming couplet an Italian sonnet has another quatrain. In this sonnet a man hears a voice. As the sonnet goes on, the voice becomes more complicated up to the third quatrain (the conflict stanza). Thing become clear in the final quatrain. Clear except for one thing: What is the voice saying to us?

It wasn't a man, but a woman, Anna. Anna was a secretary at Chevron. We became friends when I worked in Copy Services. One afternoon Anna treated me to lunch. It was in appreciation for all the fine work I had done for her. As we talked over lunch, the discussion turned to "inner voices". I shared with her mine. She tried to share with me hers. Anna's seemed to a bit more confusing and complex. I told her to try to listen to it more carefully. As time went on, I learned that it was a bit more involved. Anna worked for Chevron Shipping. It was her dream to be a sailor on one of the oil tankers. There was only one problem. She was a woman. (It was a different time.) This stifled Anna's voice. As we would talk, Anna got more frustrated. I eased her by telling her to follow her voice. Then it happened. A girl was suing Chevron for sexual harassment. It seems men were catcalling her in the halls. This led to other cases dealing with how women were being treated at Chevron. Chevron responded heavily with a program to make sure all of its employees are treated equally,  fairly and with respect. This was how Anna fulfilled her dream. She met and passed the same requirements as any crew member of an oil tanker. I would see pictures of Anna in "Chevron Shipping's Safety News" letters. She looked happy.

There was a time when people where limited: by sex, race, social classes and many other things. Except for a fortunate few, we were not truly equal. (Ironic statement.) Most, of the older generation, just accepted things as the status quo. Then comes my generation and human relations began to be challenged and changed. We still have a long way to go. But we can do things our ancestors couldn't; in many ways, including sex, race, et cetera. This puts a lot on us. No longer can we freely say, we can't do this, we can't do that, because. In today's world there is so much more we can do. The only "because" is us. We all have voices within us. When the "because" becomes old age, let the voices shout, "We did it." Live life to the fullest. Pursue your dreams. Know there is nothing we cannot do. Let our life rejoice in the marvels our time, and Enjoy.


As we move forward let's take a moment: Brian Crain "Voice from the Past" 

Need another perspective 


Perspective is an understanding of how aspects of a subject relate to each other and to the whole. A subjective evaluation of relative significance or a point of view. The ability to perceive things in their actual interrelations or comparative importance. Confused? So is Mike Trapp of College Humor. 
Let's see if we can size this up. "How Tall Is Grant? "How Tall Is Grant?" 


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Everyone who wills can hear the inner voice. 
It is within everyone. 
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Monday, April 24, 2017

She Strolls to Can You Watch My Stuff 
In his dreams she walks 
In her dreams he walks 


She Strolls (poem) 

I sense her once again stroll through my garden
Soft music of the flowers thrills the air
The moonlight’s sweetest kiss now begs her pardon
For letting all my dreams know she is there
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Is this imagination or a vision
Which sways away within a lover’s heart
Where she walks there is no such precision
Of where a day may end and dreams will start
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And though the shroud of doubt may skew my view
With reason shouting right there by its side
And jealous hearts concoct a brand new brew
Delivered by another’s lonely pride
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I sense her once again so softly calling
In whispers cast so only I may hear
And once again I sense that I am falling
In dreamer’s garden here to hold you near 


A dream is strolling, once again, through the garden of his imagination in this poem. This poem contrasts two syllable rhymes withe one syllable rhymes. Throughout the poem the beats are kept tight to emphasize the differences. In the conflict stanza (three) the two syllable rhymes disappear. Question: Is she real or a dream? 

Arlene was more to me than my lover and my wife. She was my dream. It wasn't enough that our love, life and romance began with the Magic Teardrop Arlene shed. Or that perfect day we enjoyed on the day we were wed. Not one thing, all that day, went wrong, My princess and I enjoyed many fantasies. Let me share one more of those dreams. In the height of my radio advertising days, my partner, Mike, landed us a great deal. It was for a new hot dog stand company that was opening throughout the Bay Area. First we had to meet the owner. I decided to bring Arlene along (for some reason). The owner had a large house with an unbelievable garden just outside Petaluma. Bringing Arlene along was a great (though unclear) idea. She hit it off big with the owner's wife.  The ladies retired to the garden as the owner poured Mike and me a glass of wine. What happened next was a bit hazy. As we were discussing the advertising deal and ideas, I couldn't take my eyes off Arlene, in the garden. It was like she was calling to me. She was so beautiful. She didn't seem to see me staring at her. What was even stranger, my being distracted didn't disturb the meeting. After the meeting, when we went back to our cars, Mike told me I was brilliant. We had achieved a big contract. All I could remember was Arlene and her beauty in the garden. The real inspiration. Arlene and I spent that evening at a resort overlooking the Petaluma harbor.

Life is a wonder. Sometimes things happen in what seems a prearranged manner. A man takes his wife to a business meeting and is inspired by her. Martin, and all his talents and experience, is delivered to the Masons at the right time. I'm certain that we all have wondrous chain of events in our lives. Some of these chain of events may not be easily explained (if at all). Some of these chain of events are so common, we take them for granted. We are born. We grow old. We pass on. Some events go on unseen. Why is this happening? What is going on? I don't honestly know. Life is a wonder. Are these chain of events meant for us? Are we that special? While we try to figure it all out, Enjoy.


Life sings to us: Handel "Where'er You Walk" 

One of life's wonders is imagination 


Everyone has an imagination. The imagination is not simply the province of artists and children, sci-fi buffs and gamers. It is simply the ability of the mind to think in pictures. We use our imaginations all the time, whether we are daydreaming, planning, remembering, or meditating. Sometimes our imagination can go a little too far, as in this video created by Wong Fu Productions. 
After watching this video ask yourself, "Did I watch that video?" "Can You Watch My Stuff? ft. Leenda D" 


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Saturday, April 22, 2017

They danced to Every Romantic Comedy Ever 
These lovers danced through their life 
These lovers laughed through their life 


They Danced (English sonnet) 

The lights were slowly setting as they dance
Another part of song they didn’t know
They lived and loved amid each other’s glow
Within each turn they shared a new romance
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And as they danced what wonders they would sew
Upon two souls adrift who chanced a glance
This song of love surrender to its trance
And come to know why love has blessed them so
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They danced while life threw troubles in their way
They danced through times when others would have cried
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Was ever such a reason for the day
To be like them the other dreamers sighed
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And as they danced those lights seem far away
And as they danced within his arms she died


These lovers' dance made a memory and an English sonnet. This sonnet uses the two quatrains, three couplet style. As most English sonnets this one is divided into two parts. The first part (the quatrains) presents an overview of two aging lovers enjoying (dancing) life.  The couplets (the second part) is supposed to make us feel as if everything is sped up. Switching from four line to two lines helps facilitate this. Then, from out of nowhere, this happens. 

Arlene and I had a pretty good and success time as parents. This pretty much ended when our son, Peter, went off to college. His sister, Robin, was still living with us, here at home. But she was going to school and working. Plus Robin and Peter had a very special relationship. That was all over now. Robin was too busy to realize what was happening. I seemed to take it all the hardest. Two days into my depression, Arlene  put a piece of paper on the dining table. She had been busy entering us into a big dance competition. Although Arlene and I danced occasionally and danced around the house, we hadn't done any serious dancing since our disco days. Arlene had entered us into three categories: Waltz, Cha cha cha and Free style. We had to practice. And practice we did.  We even had a friend, from our disco days, who opened a dance studio, not farr from the house. He helped us. When the days of the competition arrived, Arlene and I had passed all three auditions. That, in itself, was pretty impressive. That was as far as we got. We were eliminated in the first round. I noticed dance had evolved a get deal since Arlene and I ruled the dance floor. I also noticed Arlene and I had aged. On the positive side: All that practicing took my mind away from the sadness. Plus all that practice dancing prepared us for the big party days just ahead.

Bad things happen to all of us. Sometimes, in times of troubles, it it helpful to take our mind away from the troubles, a diversion, something to clear our mind. A breath of fresh air. Let me make it clear: We are not, we don't want to run away or ignore our troubles. We are look for a fresh perspective. I believe we have the answers to our challenges within us, or at least know where to find help. Sometimes troubles make it hard to see clearly. Sometimes troubles confuse us to make the wrong decisions. Sometimes troubles take control of us. Step back (for a moment). Be confident the true answer is within us. We are all wonders. Be confident in how special we are. Know that there is no trouble that we can't overcome (one way or another) and Enjoy.



Remember that First Dance: Ed Sheeran "Thinking Out Loud" 

Romance doesn't have to be serious 


The romantic comedy film "Pretty Woman" was originally darker. The original script for the film, titled “3000”, written by J.F. Lawton was not a love story and didn’t have a happy ending. Instead of a rom-com about finding love, it was a story of two damaged individuals who spent a week together than ended in tears and no balcony reunion. If that wasn't confusing enough,  Ian Hecox and Daniel A Padilla. of Smosh, put together the most memorable scenes of rom-coms.
Don't remember these scenes? Neither does anyone else. "EVERY ROMANTIC COMEDY EVER" 


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The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, 
nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love. 
Rumi


Thursday, April 20, 2017

Did I Imagine to Why I Tattooed My Entire Body 
A person looks back at an unimaginable life 
A person looks upon the unimaginable 


Did I Imagine (English sonnet) 

Did I imagine all of it away
So strange the kind of things which disappear
When even hiding places seem to stray
Where shadows do not have to reappear
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Did I imagine all of it aside
So strange when pictures of a truth assail
The trace of grace left hidden there inside
This soul for many others did avail
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Did I imagine all of it awhile
Before it ran a course through other’s lives
And put askew a world that they once knew
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Did I imagine all of it would smile
While everything inside my body rives
Did I imagine you will see me through 


A person comes to grip with reality in this English sonnet. This sonnet takes advantage of the form to accomplish the second element of its style. In the quatrains the speaker examines his strange world. When he comes to the triads the pace seems to get more urgent as he arrives at the blessing. This illusion was accomplish by getting the reader use to three line between "Did I imagine...", then reducing the number of lines. 

Near the end of my disco days, I became a marijuana user. I had smoked it on rare occasions before, but I never really got into it. I can blame a lot of things for me getting heavily into it, but that would be playing the blame game. When I say "heavily" I mean I was stoned all day. All day except the time it took me to roll my first joint. I can tell people this about the effects of marijuana on people: it effects everyone differently. Those stoned people sitting around with the munchies is an "old wives' tale". There are some people who become much better when they're stoned. On the other hand, there are some who get worse. If those opposed to making marijuana legal got a hold of my friend Charles marijuana would never become legal. Then there are those in the middle, someplace. Me? I was an exceptional user. So good that my boss would asked me to work overtime and weekends. I would keep copy machines going in two offices and turn out pounds of exceptional work. I even taught myself how to play the guitar. Smoking marijuana made me a working fool. My boss even introduced me to eye drops and kept me stocked in breath mints and gum while at work. If anyone made the mistake of asking me a question. boy did I give them a detailed answer. I quit when my son, Peter, turn one. I was stoned and bouncing him on my knee, I asked myself, "Is this the father he deserves?' I have never used drugs since that day. It was just in time. Chevron instituted a strong anti-drug program. Arlene? She never really got into drugs. She preferred to watch and be prepared to catch this nut if I fell down.

As we know, marijuana has become legal in California. It is legal in many other states. Having seen, first hand, its effects on my friends, my feelings are mixed. What does have me perplexed is not the drug itself. Stick with me on this one. We were told marijuana is not harmful. Then I think of my friend Charles and the many more like him, who shouldn't use marijuana, (lots of people). Then we have one nut (in a million) who walks into a school to shoot his wife. Because of this one lunatic, all school securities are heightened. (I'm just using the school shooting as an example of the rare changing the lives of the many.)  As far as marijuana, both sides of the argument were not telling the complete truth. So I'm not so much perplexed about the marijuana issue. It is the way many of our laws and regulations are handled. What can we do about it? Open our eyes and those of our neighbors and friends. Speak put. Speak out the truth in a positive way. (No one wins an argument.) Let our leader know our feelings. Working together will bring us one step closer to that better world. Believe we can and Enjoy.


Back to the sonnet: Babyface "You Were There" 

Ever considered a tattoo 


When it comes to getting inked (tattooed), 59 percent of women have tattoos compared to 41 percent of men, according to a new poll released by the Oxygen Network and Lightspeed Research. What’s more, 40 percent of women made their tattoo experience a shared one, often getting inked with friends and loved ones. Liza Koshy's friend, who looks a lot like her,  just recently got inked. She explains to Liza the meaning of some of her tattoos. 
Need an idea for a tattoo? "WHY I TATTOOED MY ENTIRE BODY"


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You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, 
or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song 
only you can hear. 
Oscar Wilde



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

It Calls To Me to Chained To The Rhythm Parody 
A memory of a song calls to a lover 
The meaning of a song escapes the memory of this Perry 


It Calls To Me (Martin verse) 

In a mist it calls to me
Portrait of a memory
Something lost won’t let me be
To its arms I’m bound to flee
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Kisses calling from some past
Mid a song that couldn’t last
Heartbeats that were gone too fast
A forever there was cast
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Dream that now is over me
Promises return at last
Passing chance to hold on fast
To its arms forever flee
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There to linger midst the past
In sweet fruits of memory
Drifting from how can this be
From a love all this was cast
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Why its arms I once did flee
In this dream I’m bound to be
Frozen times this memory
In a mist it calls to me 


Once again a lover is listens to a song from memory in this Martin verse. I got the idea for the Martin verse from the symphony form of music. A melody is introduced, It undergoes a development, to reappear changed. In a Martin verse four rhyming words are introduced. Four more rhyming word are added. The two sets of words are mixed up twice. The original words reappear in reverse order. A1/A2/A3/A4, B1/B2/B3/ B4, A1/B2/B3/A4. B1/A2/A3/B4, A4/A3/A2/A1  

After Arlene's passing and four years of mourning (more of respect than sadness), the Masons encouraged me to consider being seen with a women. I was working with many youth groups and they thought it would look better for my image. So it was that I met, courted and married Amor. Amor is much different than Arlene. Her biggest magic is making problems vanish. If there are bill problems, plumbing problems, car troubles, anything; Amor makes it all go away. It's not that she does anything directly. Her behavior or something she says makes any problem unimportant, vanish. There is only one problem. A person can die of happiness. Amor is that good. Into this bliss comes a mist. A mist of a memory of a life well lived. It happens in the quiet moments. One of the things about living a full life is that memories return in mass, making it confusing for a time to sort out what's going on. Arlene returns in memories. All the marvels of a life well lived. Amor knows it happens. She doesn't mind. She is self confident enough and she enjoys making me happy.

People may say how lucky. People may enjoy stories with a happy ending. I say we are all stories with a happy ending. Happy ending? With all the troubles in the world. Yes, there are troubles in the world. I have had my share of troubles. We all have troubles. I prefer to put my focus on the good things all around. When I go to the doughnut shop I do not ask for their worst cup of coffee. Yes, there are troubles in the world. There are waves upon waves of people working very hard to make a better world. There are simple acts of kindness all around. A man stealing a cell phone. A man giving food to a homeless person. Who do we focus on? (Not to mention that stolen cell phones can be made useless, valueless.) I am willing to bet that everyone reading this is involved in something good. How does it make us feel when our efforts take back stage to troubles? I believe, besides what the media is inundated with, that there are many, many more people working for the betterment of all than those causing troubles. The day of peace, the perfect world is coming. We, who are working toward that day. let us Enjoy.


Here's to memories: Andrew Lloyd Webber "Memory" 

Is there too much hidden meaning in some of our songs 


"Chained to the Rhythm" by Katy Perry is about people who live live far away from difficulty or unhappiness and who aren't willing to come down out of these "bubble[s]" to see real problems that need to be solved in the world. She doesn't specify the kind of problems and leaves it to her audience to apply her song to situations on their own though there does seem to be a pretty substantial political charge to this song. If that wasn't confusing enough, The Key of Awesome has created a parody only slightly more confusing. 
Rather than trying to figure this out, just laugh. "Katy Perry - Chained To The Rhythm PARODY! The Key of Awesome #118" 


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to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire 
hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the 
future. 
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Sunday, April 16, 2017

Silent Wishes to Expectation vs. Reality In Parenting 
Something challenges a lover's reality 
Reality challenges parents' expectations 


Silent Wishes (English sonnet) 

I whisper silent wishes to the breeze
With hope they’ll bring your kisses out to see
What sweetness lies inside such fantasies
To make them spare some tender time with me
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Let’s risk an endless moment to be free
To follow kisses’ dreams where they may please
And kiss the stairway to eternity
Which lies amid such promises as these
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But what would whispers know of kisses’ cares
Whose silent power oft ignites delight
Of wishes sparkling there within your sighs
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As kisses flow reality impairs
Does dawn still flow aroused by dreams of night
My wishes silent whispers’ for replies 


A lover lost in wishes of kisses is lost within this English sonnet. In this this English sonnet the traditional quatrain form of: A/B/B/A B/A/A/B, is switched to A/B/A/B B/A/B/A, The first half has a lover seeking out a kiss. The second half starts with a dilemma. Then the kisses start. 

Before I start, this is not an advertisement. As everyone knows, I'm a kissing fool. Everyone in the Lodge knew it. That's how bad. this poor soul was. One may think teenagers are"too much" when it comes too kissing, but then there is Martin. In junior high school, after Malana (my first kiss) taught me how to kiss, the girls had fun with me. Malana was a good teacher. The kissing was ridiculous. When I met Arlene, I was a typical teenager, when it came to kissing. Keep in mind, Arlene was teaching me how to dance. This upped the opportunities to kiss. Skip ahead some 25 years. Arlene and I were in charge of dance parties and romantic "fools". One of our guests asked if we had ever heard of the Madonna Inn. (Not to be confused with the singer Madonna. The Madonna Inn was created by Alex Madonna.) I said, "No."
"Have I got a deal for you", he bragged.
Basically, I let him make a weekend reservation for Arlene and me at the Madonna Inn. If I didn't thoroughly like it, he would pay for my stay, If I liked it, I paid. I agreed.

Two weekends latter, Arlene and I drone down to San Luis Obispo and the Madonna Inn. Were we in for a surprise. The Madonna Inn is noted for their uniquely designed guest rooms. Each room is different. Ours was a spacious romantic jungle, complete with two trees and lot of topical plants (real and artificial). Click here for pictures of the Madonna Inn. The dinning areas were unbelievable. I can't speak highly enough about the service and personnel. There was only one thing that kept us from fully enjoying the Madonna Inn. It was the kissing. The whole fantasy is set up for romance (and they do a great job). Question: Did Arlene and I kiss more here or when we were teenagers? Needless to say I lost the bet. Or did I win it?

The Madonna Inn was one thing. but there are fantasies all around us. Easy for one to say who lives in San Francisco, the Bay Area, California, the United States, Planet earth, the Sol galaxy, the Milky Way... Get the picture? Did two teenagers kiss more than two mad adults? We are here and this is where it all begins. All that brought us here are the precious extras to move us forward. Forward to the kisses from life we so richly deserve. Forward to open our eyes to the marvels all around us. Forward to all that we appreciated, loved, appreciate, love... renewal. Renewal to move forward. Believe, know that we are wonderful. It all starts here. So, get out there and Enjoy.

A song from a kissing fool: Perry Como "If Wishes Were Kisses" 

What can be more magic than being a parent 


The "twos" are terrible is a myth, according to Susan Anderson Swedo, M.D., a behavioral pediatrician. Sometime during that stretch, it's almost certain that your sweet baby will be displaced by the Toddler From Hell: stubborn, argumentative, tantrum-prone, possessed by an almost supernatural will. Needless to say, dealing with this can be, well, terrible. However, if you keep your eye on the positive side of this stage and have some knowledge about how to handle it, you and your child will both benefit. We can still have some fun with the ideas of the "terrible twos", as Story of This Life did. 
Parenting can offer laughs. "Expectation vs. Reality [In Parenting]" 


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A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving. 
Cyrano de Bergerac


Friday, April 14, 2017

My princess to Dance With Me 
For one couple the dance is over 
For one couple the dance has just started 


My Princess (lyrical poem)

Sleep sleep sleep my princess I will be along
At last the ball has ended
The last guest said adieux
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We showed them all our special song
And hope that some attended
A dream we shared come true
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And for a while the moonlight flowed
Young hearts reborn there in its trance
With thoughts of kisses in their glance
So unashamed the love they showed
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Dream dream dream fair princess what could be so wrong
For one whom we depended
To earn the rest she’s due
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Through all you kept our vision strong
And never once pretended
What lovers had in view
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And for a while the moonlight flowed
And for that while we took a chance
To hold the world within a dance
Yet from that dance how romance glowed
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Sleep sleep sleep my princess as we leave this throng
To worlds we have transcended
To realms of only you 


The last party has ended as a lover blesses his sweetheart with sweet dreams in this lyrical poem. This poem uses a variety of styles. The choruses use a normal rhyme style. The rhymes are contained within the stanza. The verses use a floating rhyme style. Each line rhymes with the same line of the preceding stanza. The choruses are four lines long, while the versus are three lines long, While the meter of the entire poem is consistent, the verses use a decaying meter (each line contains less beats). The poem ends somewhat abruptly (one verse instead of two). 

In 1999 I was master of the Lodge. This meant absolute power, as long as I did nothing wrong. This period tests a man. For some reason, this period was very hard on me. So hard that I was going to quit Masonry. I stayed on because one of the young ladies in one of girl's groups I was involved in asked me why I was going to throw it all away. So I decided to slow down. So here Arlene and I were. We had done so much. So many people, things and ideas had changed because of us. The world was spread at our feet. We lived beyond the need for money. (Others gladly paid our way.) We got to be young again. Here we were. No more parties to run or that we had to attend. No More Lodge responsibilities. Our kids had grown up. What were Arlene and I going to do? What a life we had up to this moment. The world awaited us, Here was our world. We had each other. So, day by day we did things to appreciate each other; Who we had become. Life is grand.

This was my life. Everyone's life is different. Everyone's path is different. One thread our paths have in common, every path of every person on earth, past and present, is satisfaction. Are we satisfied with what we did, with what we accomplished? Life is a wonder, We started off there and ended up here. Is this where we planned to be? From there to here there are many things to do. Did we do some of them? The relationships... the memories... are our treasure chest full? Time can be short or long, but we are only here so long. Our past is now memories. Hopefully, most good, satisfying. Here we are. Do we see the message? There will come a time when we can no longer... Before that time comes, remember we are here. What can we do better? What can we do to be satisfied? (Maybe we already are.) We are all wonderful. We are all deserving. Life is spread out before us. Take it in to the fullest. Find and claim our satisfaction and Enjoy.


Let's take a trip down memory lane: Frankie Carle "A Lover's Lullaby" 

 There are dances and there are dances 


Research  proves that dancing also reduces stress and tension for the mind and body. Studies by the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute have shown that dancing also prevents heart disease in particular. Anwar Jibawi and Hannah Stocking insist these studies may not be entirely correct. 
Let's watch tis video and find out why. "DANCE WITH ME | Anwar Jibawi & Hannah Stocking" 


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Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 
They're in each other all along. 
Jalaluddin Rumi