Saturday, October 31, 2015

Tale Of Tears to Cell Addicting 
A phone offers no help for a lost lover 
Cell phones create a problem for a family - but a great song 


Tale Of Tears (poem) 

Tears across the dreams which were our sky
Tears replace the streams of days gone by
Tears now fill the themes of music’s sigh
Tears of joyous gleams all turned to why
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Shadows fill the streets of one more day
Loneliness awaits to dim the sun
Sadness drinks in moments now undone
Tears now answer why she went away
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Messages on phone but none are hers
Friends concerned if I am still alright
Strangely I had vanished from their sight
Tears of madness in my being stirs
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Darkness was my empty destiny
Promises of shelter from my pain
Seasons of confusion to make plain
Tears delusion blurred my knife from me
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Through a window all my senses flew
Timeless were then minutes I there knew
Different the things I thought were true
Tears had brought a rainbow to my view


(Here is a poem that begins with tears and ends with tears of different type. The first stanza is filled with tears and tears end the four following stanzas. There is a reason for this. Also, did you notice that the rhyme pattern used in the first stanza returned at the conclusion? - When Arlene was gone, the world was much different. It was completely unreal. Although my two kids (I think) were in the house. "I think" because I was unsure of a lot. A lot except that my friends were keeping a close watch over me. They prepared me meals and ate with me. They took me out.  They sat with me. They asked me for insights, which they insisted only I had. I was understandably depressed. One day, my friend David and his wife took me to Nick's Rockaway, in Pacifica. They didn't know it, but Arlene and I came here for dinner, every so often. I had never been at Nick's during the day. Nick's directly overlooks the Pacific Ocean and David's wife, Estel, arranged a window table for us. David and Estel were talking as I was looking over the Pacific. As I watched the calm waves, it started coming back to me.The smiles, the walks, the times, the wonder. It was so overwhelming I began to cry. But, Estel noticed there was something different in my tears. I still remember the echo of her words as she sipped her champagne, "You two must have been wonderful.")


The mood of those tears: Jervy Hou "A Breathtaking Piano Piece" 

Are people laughing at this parody or themselves 


According to The Daily Mail, the average person spends more time on their electronic devices than they do sleeping. I'm not sure if Deva Dalporto, of My Life Sucks, is aware of this fact. She has a family to deal with. With two kids and a husband (not to mention cough, cough), I'm pretty sure she knows the challenges of the cell phone(s). It only took a hook, by Timmy Thomas (Why Can't We Live Together), again brought into the spotlight by Drake (Call Me On My Cell Phone), to turn her concern into song. 
If this song hits a little close to home, just say to yourself, "That sure is a great hook." "Drake - Hotline Bling Parody - Cell Addicting" 


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but a manner of traveling. 
Margaret Lee Runbeck

Friday, October 30, 2015

A Golfer’s Tale to The Longest Oop 
Limericks take to sports 
Will Detroit's Pistons be as good as their ad 


Running Is Not For Me (limerick) 

At running I didn’t have knack
For I thought I’d have heart attack
So in rest I’d stir
My fitness defer
And give woman her wallet back



A Golfer’s Tale (limerick) 

Was out playing golf just for fun
With Father O’Toole in the sun
When club from hand burst
Hit priest as he cursed

And he hit his first holy one


Bowling With Son (limerick) 

One day I was bowling with son
He’d scream as toward pins I’d run
A man saw my plight
And gave me insight
Use bowling ball might be more fun


(Three more examples of my 6/5 limericks. Six rhymes in five lines. Follow the beats on lines 3, 4 and 5. As far as I know, I'm the only one who writes this style of limerick. - Back to dispelling more of those Masonic "secrets". It is thought only Christians can become a Mason. This is untrue. All that is necessary is that a person believe in a Supreme Being (the devil and the like do not count). I knew Hebrew as well as Muslim masons. The reason behind a belief of a Supreme Being is for the obligations each person must take (and for personal meditation and reflection). Masons  believe that without this belief in a Supreme Being no obligation would be binding.  Every once in a while an atheist makes his way into the Craft. The question then is: Is he really a Mason? Freemasonry is not a religious organization. It accepts persons of all religious denominations.)


Back to the sports. Take it away Al: 
Weird Al Yankovic "Sports Song" 

If you're not the best what do you do 

The first basketball was actually a soccer ball. The modern basketball was introduced in 1929. The Detroit Pistons, basketball team, have been around since 1941. Since then the Pistons have only won 3 National Basketball Association championships (1989, 1990 and 2004). With a record like that what is a team to do? Practice? Everybody does that. What about coming up with a championship commercial? To accomplish this the Pistons had a basketball spend 20 days, to be with over 20 Detroit personalities, while traveling through Detroit. 
Now, whether or not we are Pistons fans, they have won game. That sure is a great commercial! "'The Longest Oop' with Eminem, The Detroit Pistons, And Many More" 

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It is the familiar that usually eludes us in life. What is 
before our noses is what we see last.
William Barrett

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Meaningless Meaning to Bad Lip Reading of  First Democratic Debate 
A man discovers a new meaning beyond his window 
Democrats find new meaning beyond their lips 


Meaningless Meaning (recalling poem) 

I looked though my window
A window which took a lifetime to fashion
A lifetime of Joy and tears
Of Joy at the person which I became
The person with so much to share
-
So much were the chances waiting in the street
Chances waiting for a sun to shine
To shine on a dream yet to come
A dream which fights to hold on
To hold a hope it fashioned long ago
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It fashioned the meaning of the morning
The meaning of my blesséd gift
Of my path which brought me here
Which brought on this time and this moment
This time through the window of eternity
-
Of eternity when once more I stretch forth my hand
I stretch across the reason of faith
Across the meaningless meaning of words
Meaningless meaning refreshing the spring of a dream
Refreshing the window which now I looked through


(This is not a free form poem, even though there is no use of rhymes. If one looks at each line, we will notice it uses a word from the proceeding line. Hence as we go along, each line is dependent on the what came before. - There I was, receiving yet another award from the Freemasons. I was becoming a 33rd degree Mason, a big honor, for my charity work. During the degree's intermission, at the Oakland Scottish Rite, I had a chance to look through my window across the ripples of Lake Merced. What had brought me here? Way back when, there was a houseboy who wanted to be a music teacher; who became a creative dreamer, for a major oil company, who made flags "magically" float in mid air. (Don't tell me, money can't buy anything.) Now there I was, an average man who had brought Toys For Tots back to California's Masons, as well as some successful programs for the public schools. Like the poem, there were countless other windows, but the connections of my dreams have brought me here. )


Some mood music to celebrate our dreams: Elmara "Training" 

In another dream Democrats debate 


The Democratic Party was formed in 1794 by Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and others to take on Vice President John Adams and Secretary of the Treasury, Alexander Hamilton and the Federalist Party. Now, I'm pretty sure the things that come out of a politician's mouths now are much different once they get elected. I'm not alone in this belief, nor do I believe our leaders are purposely lying. (At least most of them.) With this in mind, why don't we sit back and enjoy ourselves in the show? The folks at Bad Lip Reading share in our opinion, and have put together an alternative to the first Democrat debate of 2015. 
The scary thing is, Bad Lip Reading's might be better than the real thing. "'FIRST DEMOCRATIC DEBATE HIGHLIGHTS: 2015' —- A Bad Lip Reading of the First Democratic Debate" 


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Our truest life is when we are in dreams 
awake.
Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Lady Of The Tides to Jeffpardy 
What answers does this lady keep 
What questions does this new version of an old game show keep 


The Lady Of The Tides (English sonnet) 

Again the sun has come to kiss the sea
And there she stands the lady of the tide
What is the secret which she bears inside
What nightly hope does ocean help to free
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So strange the calm which greets her stride
And heaven’s stars to guide her clarity
Into the vastness soon her eyes can see
Into the wonders lonesome hearts may hide
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Oh lady share what you are searching for
We yearn to know what’s there beyond the waves
It seems our dreams are echoing your style
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The lady softly turns to face the shore
Unwanted queries now her beauty braves
The answers to our questions was her smile


(There are two main things going on in this sonnet. First, notice that I repeated the first words of the last lines of the quatrains. This was done as an emphasis. Secondly, I hope I got you so wrapped up in the romance of the poem, to not notice I gave no reason for the lady's smile. This was done to allow the reader to let imagination to fill in the possibilities. - There was another lady in my life. Nancy was her name. Although she was very beautiful, I was only interested in her friendship (and making other guys envious). I never even kissed her, not even on the cheek. Arlene didn't mind me seeing her, Maybe it was for the same reason I liked Nancy. Nancy was great for giving me a different insight. She saw the world a lot differently than me. As insightful and brilliant as I thought Nancy was, she was plagued by bad luck. She was divorced and, as much insight she had into people, not to mention her beauty, she could not maintain a relationship. Then there was her house, her cars, her family and other little things. It was crazy. Yet, over it all, Nancy always had a smile for me. A smile, an ear and some positive insights. What did Nancy see over her ocean, to preserve the warmth of her smile for me?)


As we dabble in this mystery: Seth Lakeman  "Lady Of The Sea" 

Looking for new questions to answers 


Many people don't know that Alex Trebek, host of Jeopardy, is a Guinness World Record holder. He broke Bob Barker’s record for having hosted the most episodes of a game show back in June of 2014, clocking in 6,829 episodes. The days of Ken Jennings, Jeopardy's greatest and longest running contestant, are gone. Maybe the questions are too hard. Alex decided to take the bull by the horns. To make things a bit easier on contestants, why not have Jeff be the theme of the show.
Let's see if Alex hit on something. "Jeffpardy!" 

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Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not 
to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Douglas Jerrold
Sunset’s Mist to The Lion's Blaze 3 
Sunset's mist sweeps a couple off into a fantasy 
The Lion's Blaze sweeps a group of friends off into a fantasy 


Sunset’s Mist (poem) 

The sunset threw its mist upon the night
To cast its dreams within true lovers’ hearts
A melody of magic it imparts
Which draws us in until the senses starts
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The wishes from the stardust soon ignite
The seams of what is real and fantasy
A song which yearns it place in memory
A place for us in all that there can be
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Though clouds may come and try to confuse sight
And try to tear away a truth so real
A note to make this moment they would steal
And bare their shrouds around the way we feel
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Yet still the mist sends whispers to delight
A beam of hope to keep those stars in view
A serenade of kisses meant for two
This timeless moment night of loving you


(Here we have an example of a two fold rhyme pattern. One rhyme unique to each stanza. One rhyme to tie the whole poem together. - Yes, I was captivated by Arlene. It wasn't just the sunset, though I really liked the evenings and the passing of time into memories. (And Arlene and I were wizards at creating memories) Whether another trip to Disneyland, to try and recapture that perfection of the day we were wed; or reenacting that walk from school, one more time; or cuddling under a warm blanket with countless "remember whens". Arlene and I were masters of time, or perhaps It's just that we did so much. As we danced and lived, each "song" seemed long enough. There was a mist which heaven's stars had blessed two people with. And in this mist moments were made. Could it really have been so? We all have our mists.)


A mist of moments made for romance, so strike up the mood: Jo Manji "Innocence" 

Love's mist clears to a fantasy of a different sort 


Most true nerds agree that in 1974, the first true RPG (role playing game) was released by TSR (Tactical Studies Rules) when Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson collaborated to create Dungeons and Dragons. Which led to The Lion's Blaze, one of the favorite video games of Youubers Olan Rogers and his pal Jake Sidwell. In episode 3, Olan and Jake, beside dealing with the game's usual foes, invited some of their friends to join in the adventures. Was this well planned?
If you are looking to buy The Lion's Blaze, Jake promises to make it available just as soon as companies are finished improving computers. "THE LION'S BLAZE 3" 

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

Monday, October 26, 2015

Door To Distant Shore to "Wildest Dreams" Parody 
What terror unknown awaits me beyond a door 
As a Taylor Swift look alike runs through a murderous parody 


Door To Distant Shore (poem) 

Welcome home once more
Written on my door
Sign I’d seen before
In some distant shore
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But why should they bother me now
These simple words of welcome shed
Upon an entrance to a room
Which was my nightly resting place
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Curious and more
What real meaning bore
Why my soul it tore
On some distant shore
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Undaunted by its haunting spell
Within my mind I searched for trace
This lock which barred me from my rest
With mysteries of its embrace
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Anger fear and more
Threw words on the floor
Where I saw blood pour
From some distant shore
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As terror took a heart from me
Within myself what thoughts now race
I felt each second’s lonely pace
A rising fog would madness grace
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Here I am once more
Facing endless door
With the curse I bore
Not so distant shore
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Within that room waits bitter lace
Tears of shame and pain’s embrace
A memory I can’t erase
And once more nightmare I must face


(Take a close look and have a thought about this poem's rhyme structure. We start with a strict rhyme followed by a free form stanza. As the poem progresses, the free form Stanza becomes a rhyme. Why? - I'm pretty sure, we can all relate to this poem. It is not limited to a door and a room.  Silly me. I found myself in this situation many times. Let me share just one. It was late at night and I was sleeping. Arlene woke me up and said there was someone in the house. We all know how the night can be and why I tried to ease Arlene's unfounded fears. Just then there came a loud sound from the front of the house. In response to the sound Arlene said, "See." Being the man, what choice did I have? I put on my pants and prepared to face the unknown. As I went to the bedroom door, flashlight in hand, Arlene whispered, "be careful", as she wrapped our blanket around herself. As a show of manly bravery, I went straight to the door as I normally do. In fact, I was scared. I didn't know what I would face. Also, I figured, by walking and opening the door normally, any intruder(s) would flee. Ever notice how the dark becomes darker when we're afraid?  The front door was wide open and I didn't hear anyone leave. Room by room I turned on the lights and searched for intruders. I left the the front door open to provide a means to escape. When I felt the coast was clear and everything was safe, I called Arlene out. She looked around the front of the house and said things had been moved but nothing was stolen. But were there really intruders? The fascinating thing about that night was how fear of the unknown seemed to change reality.) 


To go with this theme. I found this: Bushido "Les Memoires Blesses"

From one mystery to a murderous Taylor Swift look alike 


Rumor has it, Taylor Swift's mom wanted to name her Taylor because if you saw her name on a business card you wouldn't know if it was a boy or girl, Rumor also has it, Taylor Swift is far more attractive than Bart Baker. Bart is a Chicago, Illinois, YouTuber and parody artist. This Time he risks everything by taking on the Taylor Swift army, with his parody of her latest hit "Wildest Dream". 
So, the question is: Is Bart's parody funny enough or will we soon be reading someone's obituary? "Taylor Swift - "Wildest Dreams" PARODY" 


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The imagination exercises a powerful influence over 
every act of sense, thought, reason, -- over every idea.
Latin Proverb

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Soldier Of The War to The Texas Law Hawk 
The soldier - Defender their country 
The attorney - Defender of the law 


Soldier Of The War (Martin verse) 

Where do you wander soldier of the war
Defending us on distant foreign shore
When country called you offered so much more
And near your heart rests what you’re fighting for
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A star of purpose ever guides your sight
As by your side dear friends join in the fight
And in their trust you form to face your plight
Not knowing if you’ll see the morning’s light
-
And while you search for meaning of the war
The souls of your confusion start to fight
Will grave forgotten be your final plight
Or will you see the hope worth dying for
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Your will to strive is prodded by one sight
To be with family on friendly shore
For this you withstand just one nightmare more
Before your home and doorway see your light
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No special heroes’ greetings to look for
You’re done and we don’t need you anymore
With wounds still bleeding on a distant shore
Where do you wander soldier of the war 


(Another example of a Martin verse. I've chosen an odd number, for the beats of each line, to add a sense that there is something wrong. One might pick up, on each line, there is something not quite right. - Much of what I accomplished was do to the shoulders of my supporters. People who believed in me. Funny, that most of this was connected to a lesson taught to me by a boss and teacher, Dave Lupinski, when I worked at a restaurant. He taught me to listen to customers. Not just their menu orders, but their day, their troubles and anything else they wanted to get off their shoulders or share. Don;t talk. Just listen. But, listen attentively. It's good for bushiness and it it's good for tips. People like to talk. And talking requires listening. So I became a good listener. As I turned to charity work, I learned that people are basically good. They wanted to help. But how? This is where my listen training came back into play. By listening to what people said, I gained an insight into what they could and were willing to do. My ability to listen, gained many-a shoulder to raise me up Talking requires listening. Some of these people were veterans. And this i where the poem comes in. Veterans would share with this listener their service experience. Many of them gave me the privilege to things they kept buried deep inside. With years of  our veterans stories on my shoulders and in my heart, I can honestly say, America doesn't do enough to serve them who served us. Never forget.) 


And for this theme: Dimitri Tiomkin "The Green Leaves of Summer" 

Ridiculous or true 


The first lawyers in history weren’t actually lawyers. In ancient Greece, the earliest attorneys were actually orators who became advocates for people. Now, Bryan E. Wilson is neither ancient nor Greek. He is a licensed Fort Worth, Texas criminal defense attorney. With only 5 years experience Bryan was selected as one of the top criminal defense attorneys. The question across Fort Worth, across Texas, across America across the internet: Are his commercials for real? 
Come to think about it, maybe Bryan's commercials play a part in the number of cases he wins. "Bryan Wilson, the Texas Law Hawk: Commercial 3" 

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I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to 
keep looking upward.
Charlotte Brontë