Saturday, December 19, 2015

Recalling Times to Christmas with Will Ferrell 
On one side of a coin is the sadness lost to time 
On the other side of the coin is the excitement of Christmas with a star 


Recalling Times (Martin verse) 

Recalling times which were no longer there
Somehow I let them vanish into air
Through windows of my memories I stare
With stream of tears of missing her I bear
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Her light would be the blessing of the morn
Each heartbeat thoughts of kisses would be born
The hope of ever after she’d adorn
And to this gift of heaven I was sworn
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Each dream which fashioned wonder saw us there
We were the mist of lovers to be born
Ours was the flame which passion would adorn
The season’s winds enchantments we would bear
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But then one cruel and dismal distant morn
A bitter taste of nothing filled the air
The shadow of her absence caught my stare
My cold and empty future was now sworn
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And so was born the loneliness I bear
As through my murky window I now stare
With memories much thinner than the air
Recalling times which were not really there


Another Martin verse. If you are interested in learning more about this form of poetry, go to an article I wrote at https://suite.io/martin-kloess/6fyr2z2. If you write a Martin verse, let me know and I will direct people to its location.

Sometimes a poem awakens other memories. As a child, Christmas wasn't that much to me. My mother and her husband kind of down-played it. As a result, it is difficult for me to accept gifts. It wasn't till I moved with in with Arlene that Christmas came alive, though my ability to receive gifts handicaps me even now. After Peter was born, we started a Kloess family tradition, where people could stop by the house to enjoy fancy snacks. Arlene and I would gather horderves style foods, cakes, cookies and such. We had a vast assortment of drinks, but as for alcohol there was nothing stronger than wine and champagne. Anyone could stop-by. The only unwritten rule was, don't bring presents, though it was alright to bring food and drinks. These parties were highly successful and got bigger and bigger. People would come and go all day. For many, Christmas included stopping by at the Kloess house. When Arlene died, so did the tradition. After a year, my friends encouraged me to bring the celebration back. When I met Amor, I decided to listen to them. The first return of Christmas went okay and was quite amazing to Amor, who had never seen anything quite like it. The second year though... I had been throwing this party for years. Countless people came in and left my house. No one had ever stolen from me. No one until that day. A number of presents for my friends and family came-up missing. What was worse,only a friend and family members had entered my house when the theft was discovered. Christmas was wrecked. I never had the party again.


In this mood: Al Marconi "Hollow" 

Now let's flip the coin and enjoy a laugh or two 


Elves originally come from Norse mythology. They were thought to be divine or semidivine beings with magical powers. No one should know more about elves than Will Ferrell, who played one in his Oscar overlooked movie "Elf". Will was hanging out with Billy on the Street (Bill Eichner) on the sidewalks of New York, giving people a whopping one dollar for correctly answering a movie question. 
Point? No, really take your forefinger and point. Then watch:: "Billy on the Street - Christmas with Will Ferrell" 


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The garden is growth and 
change and that means loss 
as well as constant new 
treasures to make up for a 
few disasters.
May Sarton

Friday, December 18, 2015

Reason Crying In The Night to Spatula Battle 
Listen and we may hear it crying in the night 
Listen and we may hear the tale of the mighty spatula battle 


Reason Crying In The Night (villanelle) 

Another reason crying in the night
Another scent of tears now fills the air
Because no care was there to set it right
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Somewhere a hand is reaching out of sight
From unknown oceans of its own despair
Another reason crying in the night
-
Its cries for help are met by words polite
An emptiness beyond what it could bear
Because no care was there to set it right
-
It searched the darkness hoping for some light
When something in its madness caught its stare
Another reason crying in the night
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They put some fleeting meaning to their plight
And dreamed an end to all of its affair
Because no care was there to set it right
-
And in their spawn came flames of woe so bright
With unknown oceans other souls now share
Another reason crying in the night
Because no care was there to set it right



This is a villanelle. To find out more about them or to write one yourself go here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle. Other than trying to keep the poem's problem open, to give the reader avenues to relate, I have followed the villanelle form.

(The poem is not limited to charity) I got my start in charity at Chevron Oil. It was surprising to me the extent of charity work this oil company was involved in. But let me just talk about me and my view of the world. I was asked to help, and given time, the United Way of the Bay Area. I was a part of a team assigned to raise funds (in addition to the company's donation). I was just starting out in the world of charity and found my efforts quite disappointing. It seemed, to me, that so many needed help and there were so few who cared (hence the villanelle). I was a good volunteer and asked to come back. Being an egotist, even back then, and so few volunteers, not only did I agree to help, I went after other volunteer efforts. Now here is where the story and life turns weird. The more I got involved in volunteer work, the more I ran into others who volunteered. It seems it was me who didn't see; Who couldn't see. There were people, by the score, helping, caring, serving long before me. As I changed I saw the world in a different way. Lesson?


To go with the villanelle: ├ôlafur Arnalds "Only The Winds" 


A spatula can be a helpful kitchen aid or it can be a... 


Remember back in 1972 when the movie "Fist of fury" and Bruce Lee was unleashed on the world? Legend has it that it was these two who would be the boom the interest of the martial arts. Legend also has it that the nunchaku stick, Bruce Lee's weapon of choice, was originally supposed to be the much nore dangerous and frightening spatula. But because of the terror caused on the movie set the director decided to scale back to the nunchaku. To demonstrate the fear of this weapon, Beat Down Boogie have made a video re-enacting a scene from "Fist of Fury" using the original weapon. 
WARNING - Not for the faint of heart. "SPATULA BATTLE!" 

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the mind of man by 
hampering it with ceremonies 
and music and affecting 
charity and devotion have 
lost their original nature.
Zhuangzi

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Here In This Time to Christmas with a Baby 
A lovers searching finds his answers in this time 
Timeless as that moment of the first Christmas with baby 


Here In This Time (lyrical poem) 

What can I add to make complete
What do I have that can compete
To worlds which surely calls her sweet
And lays their gifts about her feet
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What can I add to all she’s heard
To capture feelings in a word
Of yet another soul she stirred
And for this dream has life deferred
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For here in this time this is my chance
To take her hand and cast my stance
And for this while dreams to enhance
Here in this time
Here in this time
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What can I add to endless bliss
What gesture will she not dismiss
Perhaps a dream waits for a kiss
One simple chance to end my abyss
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What can I add she came my way
Here was the door fated display
My offered hand she didn’t stray
Why this occurred no one could say
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For here in this time this was our chance
She took my hand to cast a stance
And for this while dreams did enhance
Here in this time
Here in this time


Another bunch of words waiting for a song. If there are any songwriters out there who need lyrics, help yourself. The only charge I ask is a free copy of the song. If one checks, I have kept the beats really tight.

Arlene had been dead for four years. I was heavily involved with San Francisco's Masonic Youth. I was not dating or seeing any women. The fraternity thought that it might look better, I working with a bunch of teenagers and all, if I considered being seen with a woman. This is when and why I began courting Amor, my current wife. She had a lot of problems, yet she was funny and cute beyond any description. When I was with Amor, I had no problems. which helped me solve some of her's. Imagine, a person to chase away all your problems. Wouldn't you fall in love? After a year's courtship, we got married. Everyone was happy for me. Who knew what laid ahead. But for Amor's and my three year gift. we danced and rejoiced in our "here and now".


To carry us along" The Lettermen "Precious and Few/Cherish" 

How about a dose of memories 


The Washington Post reports we will be enjoying a full moon this Christmas. The first one we had since 1977. The moon was full on December 25, 1776. That's right, when Washington crossed the Delaware. Ah memories. Like the baby's first Christmas. Thad and Esther Anderson (Story of This Life) are back on the viral video list with their compilation of their daughter, Ellia's first Christmas. This video was originally posted a year ago. It is so heartwarming that it is making a resurgence.
What I found enjoyable about this video is that it took me to my kids' first Christmas, even though it didn't happen exactly like this. "Christmas with a Baby"



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Time and memory are true 
artists; they remould reality 
nearer to the heart's desire.
John Dewey

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Sacred Flower to Cat Dog Kung Fu 
What is the mystery of the sacred flower 
What is the mystery of a cat and dog when she is away 


The Sacred Flower (Italian sonnet) 

This sacred flower of so long ago
In darkness did it beauty fade away
Its death would mark a very special day
A moment long forgotten in times flow
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So many moments now had passed their way
So many changes swept across these two
So many doubts which once where I love you
So many tears have caused their hearts to stray
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Rage rage now fills the void of what they knew
Pain pain over loss now cast them to night
Storms storms the thunder of their violent fight
Tears tears met the things couple now threw
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The flower emerged from a book in flight
And what had been dead now started to grow
They saw there the day that they had missed so
The sacred flower which sees them hold tight

An Italian sonnet with a twist. We start with a flower that died. Then we go into an ostinato stanza, where the words "So many" are repeated, to mark the passage of time. We wake up to bitter words, which repeat themselves (for emphasis and effect), to mark where the couple is now. Then something that had died comes back to life. A lot for for 4 stanzas of 16 lines.

Let me start with this: When Arlene and I announced our plans to marry, her father asked us if we wanted a big wedding or a down payment on a house. We chose a big wedding. I won't lie and say Arlene and I had a perfect life together. In times of troubles, it was those memories that saw us through the storms. That decision to have a big wedding got us to the doorway of a home of our own. Yes, there were flowers and love letter and pictures and countless memories which mended all wounds and brought us back. Even my new wife, Amor, is going through some hard times. For 3 years Amor and I made beautiful memories. Memories that flower her though her days. Point of the sonnet?


What more popular flower song is there: Westlife "The Rose" 


Ever wonder what your cats and digs are doing while your out 


According to studies done by Applied Animal Behaviour Science, dogs and cats do seem to communicate with each other. Now that seems a bit wild. But not as wild as the story passed on by this pet owner, who for some reason prefers to remain anonymous. (Lest we think she's _____.) Sam Gorski and Niko Pueringer at Corridor Digital have recreated the girl's claim. (Not being able, for some reason, to capture the girl's claims on video.) 
You are about to witness an actual recreation of what an unknown girl says that happens when she is not at home with her dog and cat."Cat Dog Kung Fu" 


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There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. 
Nicholas Sparks

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Nature Of The Night to Robe Vanish Prank 
The night will claim two lovers 
A robe will claim a magician and capture wonderment 


Nature Of The Night (English sonnet) 

And there they met the nature of the night
Two lovers lost to all except the air
The air which bore the scent of something rare
There never was a moment quite so right
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They shared a feeling in a timeless stare
Within their eyes the hope of endless light
The light which sweet surrender does ignite
Was ever made a moment to compare
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And as they kissed the night unleashed a mist
The air beheld the music of their sigh
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A darkness held their passions in its midst
They light a kiss and vanished from the eye
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The nature of that night will long exist
Forever written cross the star struck sky 


I start this story/sonnet the word "And", eluding that there was something going on before this. What it was is left up to the imagination of the reader. Even the ending is put in the realm of imaginations, as the sonnet is unclear as to what exactly happened. 

I  am familiar with the world  of ill-fated lovers. In high school, I dated a Chinese girl in a world where Chinese gangs and blacks were at war. If I was found out, I might not be writing this now. More interesting than this, was my mother. She was brainwashed in Nazi Germany. I experienced, first hand, the depth and wonder of successful brainwashing. She had to deal with her son marrying a non-aryan. I never brought Arlene to my house because I knew she would not be well received. My mother came to my wedding, hoping to cause trouble. She would find out Arlene's cousin was a police officer, who brought some friends to make sure my mother had a good time. Make no mistake, though I didn't love my mother, I respected her as any good son should. Over time, my mother convinced her brain that Arlene was white. I know this because, one day she was spewing her racist blah blah in front of her grandson, my son, Peter. He said something amazing to her. "What about me, grandma?" 


Back to the poem. here's: Secret Garden "Prayer" 

Do we love magic 


The pay toilet was invented by English stage magician John Nevil Maskelyne. It took me a half-hour to flush out this piece of useless information. Let's wash our hands of this and get on to Rahat Hossain (MagicofRahat)  Rahat is wowing people on Hollywood's famous Walk of Stars with his vanishing robe trick. Normally Rahat lets is in on his secret. This time we have no idea how he blows the minds of spectators.  
If anyone has a clue how Rahat does this, please let us know. "Robe Vanish Prank" 


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Love conquers all things; 
let us too surrender to love 
Virgil 

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Am I Dreaming to (skier) Candide Thovex 
A lover wanders the possibilities a dreams 
Candide Thovex  skis us through the dreams of possibilities 


Am I Dreaming (Italian sonnet) 

I dreamt that I was with you once again
To fashion memories of a love so dear
Your walk like magic music would begin
And time would hold its breath when you were near
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I dreamt that I was dancing in your arms
In a refrain that had no need to end
And as we whirled we’d cast true lover’s charms
That to such heaven we may all ascend
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I dreamt all night and dreams create my day
Is it so wrong to cling to paradise
When daily toils and mishaps will not sway
What’s wrong with tapping in a pinch of spice
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I dreamt that I was somewhere kissing you
And holding you so closely to my heart
They’re not mere dreams this lover’s point of view
Let’s kiss some more and dreaming will restart


Not your average love poem. Each stanza begins with "I dreamt", as if each each stanza is a dream in itself. The speaker is obviously in love, but what exactly is going on? Then, we come to the last line and the sonnet opens to possibilities.

Dreams... What are they, really? I admit, I lived a special life. I never was rich, but doors opened up for me. Door of possibilities. Easy for me to sit here and tell others to follow their dreams. I don't and didn't. I think I tried to show by example. I was fortunate to have, in my life, teachers, mentors and examples who fostered my imagination. Dreams... What are they? When it comes to the poem... Mariachis in San Francisco are not that expensive, especially in the off season, especially if they're your friends. Was it a dream for Arlene, at work, to see her husband with a bunch of mariachis, to re-enact their first kiss? Was it dream when a taxi driver, who I knew, took Arlene home by way of our favorite "kissing tree", where I was waiting? Was it a dream when Arlene kissed me at a surprise dinner I prepared and served under a candlelit canopy in our own backyard? The illustration I, and the poem, are trying to make is the possibilities are there. Dreams... What are they?


While we're pondering dreams, here's: Atlantic Starr "Am I Dreaming" 


Need more examples of dreams and possibilities 


Ancient carvings unearthed by archaeologists in Norway suggest the locals started skiing many thousands of years ago, with one rock drawing thought to date from 4000BC. Talk about skiing, does the name Candide Thovex ring a bell? I don't know if Candide is a bell ringer, but he is a notable French professional skier, filmmaker and entrepreneur. Candide is regarded for his unique, creative approach to the sport of freestyle skiing, and professionally has won numerous contests and accolades. Plus women find him highly attractive.
That's why Audi Quattro scooped him up for their latest commercial. (His skiing or the women) "Candide Thovex – quattro®" 
(Oops... Did I mention there was no snow?) 


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Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams 
than the imagination when awake?
Leonardo da Vinci

Unwary Lad to Jamie Oliver's Chilli Bongo Turkey Recipe 
As an unwary lad I wasn't prepared for this 
As adults familiar with the kitchen we are not prepared for this 


Unwary Lad (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Unwary lad what can my words now do
To warn you of a fate you cannot see
My poor young lad it’s there awaiting you
Prepare your soul for there’s nowhere to flee

Why can’t you feel the eyes with you in sight
Why can’t you sense that soon your life will end
For soon you’ll know the anguish of its bight
And soon upon your heart it will descend

Unwary lad turn back it’s not too late
I shout to warn him of an end so near
I see his eyes close as he meets his fate
His dying sighs now echo through my ear

My poor young lad so unprepared for this
Another lad now taken by a kiss


An example of a playful love sonnet. Had the picture not given things away, one might think this young lad was in real danger, until the delightful and unexpected end. The second stanza serves as the conflict stanza, as it has word repetition and a heightened sense of urgency. I was very lucky that the playful nature of this sonnet is not revealed until the very last word. Who said a sonnet had to be serious?

I remember my first kiss. It was 1964, next to an ice cream parlor, at the corner of 24th Street and Divisidero. The girl's name was Malana. One would think that ice cream would cool a person down. Well contraire. Malana took me to a doorway, next to the parlor and out of public sight. There, this boy would get his first real kiss. A French kiss. I liked it! It tasted just like strawberries; The flavor of the ice cream Malana was eating. This boy went instantly kiss crazy. I spent every free moment I could find with Malana, looking for a place to kiss. (Kissing in public during this time was not socially accepted, especially for kids.) Malana left me for a boy named Skip. I was devastated. Many more girls and kisses would come before I met Arlene, and thanks to Malana. Malana was a great kisser and taught me well. Thank you Malana.


This song was still highly popular: The Everly Brothers "Til I Kissed You" 

After kissing this boy likes eating 


Turkeys are more than just big chickens. More than 45 million years of evolution separates the two species. Speaking of turkeys, chef Jamie Oliver is here to show us how fix his famous Chilli Bongo Turkey. Who is chef Jamie Oliver? It took almost 39 years of evolution to turn James Trevor Oliver into the successful celebrity chef, restaurateur, and media personality, Jamie Oliver. 
So get your pencil, paper and hula skirt ready. "Jamie Oliver's Chilli Bongo Turkey Recipe 2015" 


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A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature 
to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Bergman