Friday, October 9, 2015

Confusion Clears the Street to Dentalville: Brake Shop 

Confusion brings a neighborhood together 

Confusion might be hurting a family business  


Confusion Clears the Street (poem) 

Was early in the evening when a sound
Began to end from somewhere near the ground
Got up and down the stairs to where I found
To lighten darkness and this rhyme compound
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Outside the entrance my well rounded flat
A wealth of beggars very calmly sat
Their tailored taters they began to pat
I cleanly knew old dirt now at my mat
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Leave out of here don’t start the end with police
They clearly saw confusion upset peace
Their time had come to go for old release
I stopped to start my heart’s unsettled ease
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An early late young neighbor starts to shout
Soon others wanted in to help them out
Here done I drift away toward my own rout
And try to settle some if not all doubt


(In this poem the most "confusing" thing is the play on opposites. Each line contains opposites to bring this tale to its conclusion. More word wizardry than poetry. - Like this poem, life can be so confusing. My grandfather may have made a good NAZI, but he was a Mason. A death sentence in NAZI Germany. So for his own preservation he joined the underground. His deep love for his wife, my grandmother, caused him to further risk his life, by meeting with her. His own kids, my mother and her two brothers, were brainwashed by the party.They would surely turned their own father in, if they discovered him alive. When the war was over, my grandfather never could get over what the NAZIs did to his family and how children could turn against their own father. So here was an Ally hero, who was forced to serve the anti-NAZI underground, whose relationship with his children would be forever tarnished, simply because he was a member of a club. Life can be so confusing.)


To add to this confusion, here's Ernie Kovacs performing: 
Robert Maxwell "Solfeggio" (The Nairobi Trio) 

Every coin has two sides 


It is thought that advertising goes back to the times humans first communicated. The first evidence of paid adverting is a painting found in India, which dates back to 4000 B.C. Here we are, in the 21 century. I'm pretty sure we can all agree, advertising has gone wild. By wild, I mean down right confusing. The folks at College Humor 2 (CH2) have stumbled on this commercial by the Dentalville family. It seems they have a bit of a problem. 
See if you can stop laughing long enough to figure it out. "Dentalville: The Most Misleading Brake Shop Ever" 

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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. 
Live the life you have imagined.
Henry David Thoreau

Come With Me to Ben Carson 2016 Campaign Commercial 

A lover asks his delight to give him a chance 

A presidential candidate asks voters to give him a chance 


Come With Me (repeating poem) 

All I ask is for this minute
Come with me come with me
For a chance that has you in it
Come with me and we’ll see
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But for time nothing to lose
Let your mind enjoy the cruise
Mid the realms for you I choose
For your heart I may amuse
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All I ask is that you admit
Come with me why not flee
Your curiosity acquit
Come with me let it be
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For this time just take my hand
As we leave to distant land
Far from things to understand
Where our moment may expand
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All I ask for world you spin it
Come with me destiny
Forever waits in a minute
Come with me end this plea
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An adventure waits ahead
Where young hearts in Joy are fed
All your worries may be shed
Joyful memories there bred
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Are there other words not said
Other dreams waiting instead
Is it moonlight that you dread
Come with me and let’s see


(A playful little ditty. The only point of interest is the last stanza. We are set up to expect "Come with me" on the second lines of the final stanza. But as a tease, this expectation is put off to add emphasis to the final line. - This poem is about love and enjoying that special someone's company. But if one applies the poem's spirit to other things, amazing things could happen. At Chevron (in the late 70s), I was put in charge of 9 people. We performed a wide variety of manual and semi-manual functions. I tried to create a fun environment. I held small parties, provided candy and surprises, kept everyone laughing and kept everyone's mind off of our otherwise boring job. When I was finished with my tasks, as the person in charge, I joined my workers in their efforts. I worked extra hard on this. The result was a job that might have been otherwise boring, was a place to look forward to. A team who could work miracles. People who gave a little extra to make me look good. What was really complimentary was, as members of the team moved on to different departments, they introduced our work environment to others.)


Let's hear it from another person: 
Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley - Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory "Pure Imagination" 

Here's someone else who want us to follow him 


Cleveland, Ohio's Harvey Williams Cushing (April 8, 1869 – October 7, 1939) is often called the "father of modern brain surgery." Detroit's Ben Carson though a very proficient (retired) neurosurgeon is hardly "the father of neurosurgery" He is the first neurosurgeon to run for the office of President of the United States, though. To help  him out, the folks at Funny Or Die have created a new campaign commercial for him. The expense of this campaign ad comes entirely from Funny Or Die's pocket. So they consider it a tax deduction or maybe they are in need of some brain surgery. 
So as the Republcan party becomes just that, consider this. "New Ben Carson 2016 Campaign Commercial" 

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Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.
Christian Nestell Bovee 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

I Thought I Knew to the Promised Land on Family Feud 

A lover is faced with the meaning of the day 

A TV host is faced with the meaning of a contestant's answer 


I Thought I Knew (villanelle) 

I thought I knew the meaning of the day
To kiss a dream and dance along her shore
Till heaven came and swept my heart away
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Each breath a greater wonder came my way
And to this purpose all I was I swore
I thought I knew the meaning of the day
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Each passion moments fashioned my array
Enchantment I would pour along her floor
Till heaven came and swept my heart away
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Her silent eyes would question my display
Was this the answer she was searching for
I thought I knew the meaning of the day
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Too blind was I hear what sighs did say
As tears of time were heavy gems she wore
Till heaven came and swept my heart away
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And now so lost in yesterdays I stray
To wish that I had listen to her more
I thought I knew the meaning of the day
Till heaven came and swept my heart away


(The last line. One thing I'm particularly proud of with this villanelle is the last line ("Till heaven came and swept my heart away"). The exact same words, but the meaning changes, depending on the context. So we have a poem with a line that may have been part of the speaker's problem. - I was particularly lucky with my relationship with Arlene. As time went on, we discovered we weren't exactly alike. Add to this that we grew in some different directions. But we saw and appreciated the benefit and magic of this. Time and time again, we saw this rift cause our married friends to separate, like in the villanelle. Arlene and I were blessed to understand the power and fascination in our differences. To be honest, I didn't always grasp where Arlene was coming from or going, and I'm confident she was going through the same thing. We listened and were sensitive to our needs. I will say this, our differences made us an impressive team.)


Now let's have Journey's take on this: Journey :Still She Cries" 

Interpretation - Take it Steve Harvey 


Accord to the Huffington Post, Bud Light is America's most popular beer. Remember that if you are ever on Family Feud and that question is asked. Family Feud is a game show created by Mark Goodson where two families compete to name the most popular responses to survey questions. On a resent show Steve Harvey, the host, asked a contestant, "What's the first part of your mate that you touch to get her in the mood?" Steve's reaction to the contestant's response was hilarious. 
What would you answer? "Larry goes to the PROMISED LAND!! | Family Feud" 
(According to Fox News, this episode was almost pulled, because Steve Harvey had pushed the envelope.) 

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Well begun is half done.
Greek Proverb

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Last Memory to Impossible Password 

Lovers relive moments set to memory 

People try to relive a password set to memory 


Last Memory (lyrical poem) 

One last memory
Come share it with me
This last chance to see
What we grew to be
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We traveled so far
To follow our star
And bore every scar
To say here we are
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And tides washed the shore
Where we used to play
And kiss everyday
To never need more
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One last memory
A moment set free
When lovers like we
Met our destiny
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Two flowers in bloom
A gentle perfume
Dispelling all gloom
That dreams may resume
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And time washed the shore
Where we used to stray
As kisses set way
To be there once more
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One last memory
This past fantasy
That asked for no fee
For heavens to flee
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And once more we’re there
With so much to share
No needs and no care
Just bask in the air
Of last memory
That you made with me


(Another lyrical poem waiting for a song. My intent was an AAB AAB AA coda pattern, but I'm not set on it. The theme of the poem is memories. But what are memories? Something we passed through, whether a long time ago or just now. The poem is meant to toy with our perception of memories. She just now kissed me. That could be my last memory. - People are amazed with how well I'm dealing with my age and my situation. They try to comfort me and tell me there is so much more to be done. But consider the individual who wrote this poem. Even on romance, I created memories.It may be true, there are things waiting to be done, but at my age I have so many marvelous memories. And what were those memories? Where they really as great as all that? I'm pretty sure they weren't. But the positive wealth of my memories have built them into more. My last memory? The rich memories of others.)


Speaking of memories: Ray Charles "Sweet Memories" 

Do we ever have problems with our passwords 


According to Magic Web Solutions LLC, it is a fallacy that “Strong” passwords are difficult to compromise. Hackers have gotten too good. Still, companies ask us to use complicated passwords and to change them often. Feeling safe, we comply. But over time, we become frustrated and confused. All the while, our efforts have only made hackers more sophisticated. Gregg Bensen, of Mediocre Films, has come up with a solution. With the help of Intel Security and armed with some free movie tickets, Gregg tests his theory on Mr, and Ms, Joe Public. 
What is Gregg's solution? Laughs. "IMPOSSIBLE PASSWORD PRANK!" 

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Try not to become a man of success but a man of value.
Albert Einstein

Sacred Heartbeat to Why The TSA Doesn't Stop Terrorist Attacks 

A heartbeat bears a mother's worst fear 

The main purpose of the TSA is to reduce fear 


Sacred Heartbeat (English sonnet) 

The echo of the tears upon her face
That smile which bore the passage of the years
Who knows the empty silence that she hears
Whose heart beats hope a long lost song replace
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Whose arms can offer shelter from her fears
Who offers love across this mystic space
That time which only she now can retrace
The memories resistant to her shears
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Oh mother bare what we should never see
A sacred heartbeat none can ever share
These echoes of a fate we hold reviled
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Oh mother air how could this ever be
A sacred heartbeat now no longer there
For she now wears the death of her own child


(This is a very sad poem with two victims. In the first two quatrains there is a sense established that there is something not right. In the two triplets an ostinato, of repeating words, is set up to add impact to the horror of the point of the sonnet. - I have  performed 147 funerals. In addition to this, have been the Chaplin (which includes prompting the main orator) at countless more. The two saddest things at any funeral, in my humble opinion, are: After the services are over, a person who says, "I wish I had said something." Strange as it might seem, I've learned, the best response to this, is just to listen. By far the saddest funerals have been when a mother has to bury her son, (I'm certain it is the same for a mother burying her daughter.) Whether the death was by natural causes or by other events, it is "not meant to be". A mother was never meant to see the death of someone she gave life to. Whether she says it or not, a mother feels that somehow she was at fault. To me there is something wrong with the very nature of how things are in this act. Doing as many funerals as I have, my mind got accustomed to put my feelings into a good performance. But a mother burying her child...)


To fit the mood of all this: Pergolesi "Stabat Mater" 

Sometimes the truth can be so awful it begins to be funny 


Pinkerton, established in 1850, is one of the first privately owned security agencies, set up to protect the private citizens. Far from Pinkerton is the TSA (Transportation Security Administration), we are all familiar with at airports. The TSA is an agency of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security that has authority over the security of the traveling public in the United States. If you have been following the media, the TSA has come under major fire. The team at College Humor have compiled some of the "facts" the media has spread over various news reports into one eye opening video. 
To take a bit of the edge out this shocking insight, the folk at College Humor have injected some humor into this (as if the truth isn't ridiculous enough). "Why The TSA Doesn't Stop Terrorist Attacks - Adam Ruins Everything"

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Monday, October 5, 2015

The Teeth to Bear and Annoying Lady 

A mam is caught in the teeth of an unknown terror 

A lady is caught in the teeth of an annoying terror 


The Teeth (poem) 

The teeth
Beneath
The chill
So still
Which came
To flame
A sense
Now tense
By schemes
Of dreams
Which prey
On stray
Cannots
In thoughts
Which hide
Inside
A past
Amassed
In head
There bred
To steer
Our fear
To sewn
Unknown
Like mists
Or twists
We can’t
Recant
For now
Somehow
The pain
Insane
Has screwed
And chewed
Apart
My heart
And brought
This chilling
Stop


(First note this poem doesn't have the normal breaks I use. It is unclear what the terror is. After a swarm of two syllable rhymes, the poem is brought to a chilling stop. This is a mind game. The brain is set up to expect a pattern, then something new is introduced. - In my life. fear is a funny thing. When I was young, being beaten by my abusive step-father was the only thing I was afraid of. Perhaps it was his beating that made me so fearless. I left that environment when I was sixteen. I continued to be a daredevil for some time. When I entered college, I became a saber fencer. A painful sport, even with all the padding. To make the pain more bearable, the instructor suggested we have our girlfriends kiss our welts, caused by saber impacts. As I grew older, a strange new creature started crawling around in my brain. I didn't notice when it first moved in. I first noticed it in a car, with my mother's boyfriend. The car was going beyond the speed of the speedometer. (A situation that would normally produce fear, but for me would uncover more.) The strange new something was fear. It seems that my mind started to fixate on things, and make them more than hey really were. It got so bad I had to go to therapy to learn to manage my fears. I learned that some of my fears were just a natural part of growing old. Some of my unnatural fears may be a product of my youth. As part of my therapy my doctor shared some horrors experienced by others. I was lucky to seek help when I did. Fear is a funny thing.)


On the subject of fear and terror let's turn to Faure: Gabriel Fauré "Libera Me" 

Fear can be annoying 


The Ursa Major or “Great Bear” constellation is the third-largest constellation and contains the Big Dipper. Speaking of bears, on September 29 a video of an annoying lady, a bear and a kayak went viral. (Black Bear Gnaws on Delta 15s Seakayak in Berg Bay, Alaska) In it a lady pepper sprays a bear who proceeds to destroy her kayak, as she yells annoyingly. Greg Benson, of Mediocre Films, went one step further by producing a fun filled parody of this annoyingly funny piece of viral video history. 
The parody video contains a link to the original video, for those who haven't seen it, "BEAR EATS ANNOYING WOMAN'S KAYAK (Parody)" 

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