Saturday, January 2, 2016

Forever A Reminder to Baby's First Bacon 
An instant first felt long ago becomes a reminder 
An instant of that first taste of bacon becomes forever a reminder 


Forever A Reminder (villanelle) 

A scent the flowers blossom in the air
First cast our hearts upon a fantasy
Forever a reminder we were there
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My soul still lingers on a moment rare
When I beheld my future’s destiny
A scent the flowers blossom in the air
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Within our arms what treasures we did share
Rich kisses let us sail eternity
Forever a reminder we were there
-
What wonders were ignited by our flare
Upon the dreams of lovers yet to be
A scent the flowers blossom in the air
-
Cruel shadows came to toy with our affair
A sacred promise once made set us free
Forever a reminder we were there
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So when my mind drifts free and unaware
One ember brings back love of you and me
A scent the flowers blossom in the air
Forever a reminder we were there


Once more words and imagination come alive in meaning. What better field to come alive than a villanelle, where entire sentences carry more meaning than one. Just a suggestion, though: it might be best not to over-analyse.

I don't think it was flowers for Arlene and me, rather a spot by Stow Lake. Stow Lake is place in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park that offers boating. It was a long time and many memories ago when that place under that tree grew to be much more. Perhaps you can relate. I can't honestly recall when or how "our" spot was established. Golden Gate Park was quite beautiful, especially for young lovers. For whatever the reason, Arlene and I would find ourselves at "our spot" often. Perhaps you can relate. When we moved in together, life's challenges began to wear on us. At first, they were nothing our love couldn't overcome. As life got more complex so did the challenges. Perhaps you can relate. One day, at our Sunset apartment, a challenge reared its ugly face that was greater than our love. As doors slammed, Arlene and I found ourselves in a world we had never known. From out of somewhere came a familiar breeze. It was our spot, calling us back. Perhaps you can relate. A spot, a moment, a memory, a thing, something more that brings/keeps lovers together.


But since the villanelle mentioned flowers, here's: Leo Delibes "Lakme" 

From one explainable mystery to bacon 


It is suggested that pregnant women should eat bacon. Choline, which is found in bacon, helps fetal brain development. This useless fact may help scientists that are working endlessly to uncover man's love of bacon. Why are people so hooked on a food product that, except for the fore mentioned useless fact, offers very little, if anything, that is healthy. Why does the U,S. consume an estimated 1.7 billion lbs. of bacon each year?  This recently discovered video of a little boy, Easten, trying bacon for the first time, may provide them with some new clues into man's love for bacon (if they can stop laughing long enough). 
Of course there is the obvious: Bacon tastes plain good. "Baby's First Bacon" 

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Love is the most powerful 
and still most unknown energy in the world. 
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Slip On to Maximum Security Jewelry Store 
When a world of doubt tries to limit us-slip on 
Just as the magician Cabonaro cases a woman to slip on 


Slip On (English sonnet) 

Slip on my angel in our world of dreams
Why rush to sleep when wishes do come true
Why should we limit what our wills can do
It’s in our trust imagination streams
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It’s we who are the masters of this time
We’re free to see the wonders we can be
It’s we who set the course of destiny
Slip on my angel reason for life’s rhyme
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Now life will add confusion to its doubt
With tricks it sells ideas so unreal
It needs us to surrender to its sway
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But we are what true living is about
Creating dreams for all the world to feel
Slip on my angel form tomorrow’s day


In this variation of an English sonnet a nice flow is established. In the first quatrain we establish a challenge. In the second quatrain a truth is addressed, With the first triplet the conflict is introduced. In the final triplet. we are given resolution. Also note: the placement of "Slip on".

I admit, it is easy for me to suggest to anyone to let our imagination slip on. Or maybe life dealt me these cards because I was able to slip on. I don't know. It has been my experience, though, that life is not all it seems. There is more "out there".But I... Let us stop right there. There are a lot of things we cannot do, but there are an equal amount of things we can do. It has something to do with the law of balance, which states everything must have its opposite. Add to this the times in which we live. So much that was thought impossible, is now laid at our feet. Let us choose the positives. Let us choose the worlds of things we can do. One of things we can do is dream. But more than this. We can live our dreams. Consider young lovers. No can tell them what not to do. To them, all things are possible. Consider the magic of those kisses and slip on.


Talk about magic, have you heard of: Sa Trincha "The Hijackman Remix" 



Magic is better if we just enjoy it 


Word is to maintain the high prices of diamonds, cartels creates an artificial scarcity. They stockpile mined diamonds and sell them in small amounts. Keep this in mind the next time we visit the jeweler. Another thing to keep in mind is that our jeweler might be a magician. Not just because they get us to fork out oodles of cash, but one or more cab perform magic. Don't believe me. One day, magician Michael Carbonaro appeared in a jewelry shop and watch what happened. 
I don't know which is more entertaining, Carbonaro, the trick or the customer."The Carbonaro Effect - Maximum Security Jewelry Store" 


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Think left and think right and 
think low and think high. Oh, 
the thinks you can think up if 
only you try!
Dr. Seuss

Friday, January 1, 2016

The Flowers’ Tale to Star Wars: Daddy (No Spoilers) 
What is the sweetness in the flowers' scent 
Add to this the marvel of a movie and the return of a YouTube legend 


The Flowers’ Tale (English sonnet) 

The flowers in their meadow tell a tale
About an ever after and a day
When sweet delights of dreamers had their way
And fancies flowing from two hearts prevail
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They share the precious moment with the sun
They whisper of its scent to passing breeze
Their beauty holds those timeless memories
As bars to hidden always come undone
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But in the years of winters after fall
As couples have to answer nature’s flow
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So many tears must enter river’s call
Which cast to ocean colors of their bow
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Yet in their meadow flowers still recall
Young hearts who came to love each other so


In this sonnet we have flowers telling a tale. The tale becomes a picture. A picture we should all be able to relate to. The flowers become a couple in love. Then comes the conflict, as the quatrains change to couplets. The sonnet ends with a resolution grander than the love affair.

I could talk about Arlene and me, but I have had the fortune of coming in contact with many others. I'm certain you have too. One in particular. A couple so much in love that age had no power over them. Wherever one was, the other was close by. These two exuded love. At dinners, dances and picnics they were the young lover who just met. We, who saw them, became the flowers, to tell their tale. I'm sharing it now. Love (in my opinion) is magical. I believe there are places, things and moments which carry love's memories. Memories to enhance others. Memories that love was there. Memories that form pathways to forever. Forgive me if I am a bit too romantic. But there was this couple.


Talk about tender memories: Harry Belafonte "Try To Remember" 

And now some memories not so tender 


The first paperback book was printed by Penguin Publishing in 1935. On July 15, 2012 South Korean artist PSY released "Gangnam Style", which at over 2,487,174,359 views, is YouTube's biggest hit. On November 30, 2015, PSY released "Daddy". which already has over 83,411,693 views and is expected to go much higher. On December 14, 2015, Disney released "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", which at over $11 billion broke all kinds of box office records. On December 16, 2015, Screen Team released a parody combining these two pieces of 2015 history.
Read all about it, in a paperback published by Penguin. "Star Wars: Daddy - Fan Music Video (No Spoilers)"


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True love is eternal, infinite, 
and always like itself. It is 
equal and pure, without 
violent demonstrations: it is 
seen with white hairs and 
is always young in the heart.
Honore de Balzac

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Forever’s Treasure to Every New Year Ever 
What is ever's treasure 
None of these silly New Year's resolutions 


Forever’s Treasure (villanelle) 

I turned my head toward hope and there she’d be
Pure magic were those moments we’d attain
Forever’s treasure bourn to memory
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When world of shear confusion tortured me
False happiness was harder to maintain
I turned my head toward hope and there she’d be
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And with each kiss a dream would be set free
A dream for some but lovers would explain
Forever’s treasure bourn to memory
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And so we’d flow creating fantasy
Against all doubt one wonder would remain
I turned my head toward hope and there she’d be
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This tick in time our island set at sea
Where happiness would taste the golden rain
Forever’s treasure bourn to memory
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Again we’d set to yesterday I’d flee
Soft music in my heart plays sweet refrain
I turned my head toward hope and there she’d be
Forever’s treasure bourn to memory


Another villanelle, right? It is, until we pause to think what is forever's treasure. Is it a person, hope, maybe both or maybe something else. Another, out there, somewhere, villanelle.

One thing about our memories (mine,at least), they aren't entirely factual. We tend to add or take things away. I believe it has something to do with our hope for happiness or tranquility. Regardless if our past was good or bad or how factual it is, our past is us. I believe we are all special. Now, take one further step with me. Some of us may say, "I haven't done anything." There was once a blind man, selling pencils near my work. I'd see him almost everyday. I never talked to him nor bought a pencil from him. Who is to say how different I'd be without this memory in my life. I'm sure we can all relate to this image.(Maybe not a blind man, but something that just passed though our life.) We can take our hope for tomorrow, but if we stop to think about this: doesn't this join the past? Then ,in my situation, there was Arlene and my present wife, Amor, who was and is an important part of me. What is forever's treasure? "Must give us pause."


One more thing to add to this conundrum: Joy Of Living Feat. Nitza "We're All Beautiful" 

Do any of these New Year's resolutions strike a chord 


According to Brain Research Institute, the top 11 New Year's resolutions for 2016 are: Lose Weight, Getting Organized, Spend Less, Save More, Enjoy Life to the Fullest, Staying Fit and Healthy, Learn Something Exciting, Quit Smoking, Help Others in Their Dreams, Fall in Love and Spend More Time with Family. Now, if one or more of these sound familiar, we are not alone. On the other hand, if this video by Ian Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla, of Smosh, rings some bells then we'd better seek some help. (The bell is out of order.) 
While we're waiting for the repairman. here's "EVERY NEW YEARS EVER" 


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Hope is the thing with 
feathers that perches in the 
soul - and sings the tunes 
without the words - and 
never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson

Colors Of You to Chroma Crisis - A Splatoon Fight 
Even the rainbow is wanting 
Meanwhile a paint war breaks out 


Colors Of You (free form poem) 

What is it you crave for
What is it you starve for
What calls out your name
From the quiet of your life
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Searching for reasons
Searching for meaning
Searching in longings
Which doubt has swept away
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Under the carpets
Under the covers
Under our pillows
Which bear the end of dreams’ tears
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Empty is the thunder which put them there
Constantly pounding to have its own way
Coloring the rainbows it wants you to view
Senseless
Pointless
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While under the sunshine
A once upon a time
Is waiting starving craving
For one more moment in the sky
Waiting
Doubting
Lies
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Look in the mirror
Look in the person
Look though dreamer’s eyes
At imagined come alive
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Paint a world
Colors of you


This poem starts out (hopefully) somewhat unclear, Then we should get a sense of frustration. Finally an unexpected image is formed. I hope this poem took you on a similar ride.

It has been my experience, there are people out there who are frustrated with themselves for a myriad of reasons. They sense that they don't "fit in". There are some who are happy this not "fitting in". The "reality" we are given to deal with is: the forces that be make up rules that should be questioned. One example is beauty. At one point, in history, a little extra weight was considered attractive. Then, the leaner the better. Now, it seems the food industry says it might not be healthy to go without some fat. I don't know about you, but when I fell in love, I was blind. The fact is this is a very diverse world and does not follow the rules of man. One of our greatest gifts (in my opinion) is our individuality. The "world of me" doesn't always see, value, want or understand what makes us us. Therein lies a fuse of frustration. Now, I am not the right person to preach, but would our world be richer if we were free to see it through our own eyes. our own talents. our own uniqueness? I am not the right person to preach because I was lucky to have traits that some valued and developed.  But what about that other me? Lost. Lost.  Lost. For today, if we feel frustrated with ourselves, take a look in our mirror, And...


Is this a fitting song: R. Kelly "I Believe I Can Fly" 

How about a game of splatoon 


The first painters’ union was formed in London in 1502 and was called the Worshipful Company of Painters-Stainers. I highly doubt the boys of Andrew M Films are members of any kind of painters' union. It is obvious, though, they are very fond of the colors blue and orange. Fond enough to start a war. It is no surprise that they turn to the latest weapon to promote their favorite color. 
What is surprising is the stranger at the end of the video. "Chroma Crisis - A Splatoon Fight" 


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The difference between you and everyone else, 
is everyone else. And that’s a lot, 
so you should feel special. 
Jarod Kintz


Monday, December 28, 2015

Season Of The Tear to Late Night Booze Prank 
What is the season of the tear we all must face 
Hopefully nothing as trivial as the booze prank 


Season Of The Tear (English sonnet) 

What winds now bring the season of the tear
A world now strange echoes with bitter rain
My heart so longs for things I can’t explain
For purposes just seem to disappear
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Adrift in swollen river filled with pain
My mind still grasp to memories so dear
These shores of hope now jagged and unclear
The truth of it grows harder to maintain
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A dream perhaps with warnings of some dawn
Some lingering of shadows of the night
What winds so stings from things I didn’t try
-
Here at the edge of everything is gone
My yearnings search for seasons of the light
What winds will kiss forever my goodbye


Step back from this sonnet for a moment. What is it really talking about? In essence it is trying to arouse feelings; Feelings we can all relate to. Add to this, we have all lost something. Therein lies the cleverness of this style of expression. To paint in generalities, so others may join in a feeling. Also note: how the sonnet uses the words, the expression, the concept, "What winds".

I put this sonnet together reflecting on all that I have left behind in my life, There was, of course, my beautiful late wife, Arlene, the best job in the world, my youth (which I had the pleasure to live twice), my friends, the places, my heroes and the list goes on and on and on. What a life! Add to this: when I was an orator for the Masons, I used to recite these long speeches everyone had heard before. One of my mentors taught me to listen to the lives of others and to incorporate what I learned into my recitations. Not only did this make me a popular orator for the Masons, it gave me the gift of walking in other shoes (even if only a small part). I know, as a fact, we have all had seasons of the tear.


To go with the season of the tear: Michael Ortega."It's Hard To Say Goodbye" 

Now let's bring a season of a tear to some New Year's Eve party goers 


It is believed that the ancient Babylonians were the first to make the tradition of New Year's resolutions. Where did the tradition of toasting in the New Year with alcohol come from? Think about it. Does man really need an excuse to drink? Above Average productions got an idea from Jimmy Kimmel's Halloween show, where kids are told that all their candy was gone. Now, New Year's Eve partiers are told all their alcohol was gone. 
How will these adults react? "Late Night Booze Prank" 


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My coffee gets increasingly better 
the more I drink and the closer 
I come to the bottom of the cup, 
where all the sugar is. 
I wonder if life is the same way 
as we approach the end. 
Jarod Kintz

Sunday, December 27, 2015

I’d Rather Be Like Him to Things I'd Rather Do Than Smoke 
A road toward a positive 
A road away from a negative 


I’d Rather Be Like Him (poem)

I‘d rather be a lot like him
He always has some time to share
You need an ear he’s always there
And there’s his smile it’s never dim
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A call for help he’s first to stand
His eyes see only hope and good
Not lost in things misunderstood
His every act so smooth and grand
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To him they turn yes one and all
What wonders will come from his hat
And can they have a part of that
He smiles for them and dares not fall
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So many people’s lives he changed
He showed them how to do the same
While they took pictures for their frame
For them his life was rearranged
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Through all it’s him I’d rather be
Not here alone trapped with my thought
This lonely soul that’s bound too taut
The real live person they can’t see


A simple poem, right? A simple poem, with a complicated conclusion. An example of misleading a reader, Often,in life, people are lead to take things for granted. This poem tries to do the same thing. A simple poem, but after one reaches the conclusion, the poem calls for one more reading.

Is this poem about me? I have found: life is like a mirror. We tend to more readily recognize things which are part of our world. (Just part of my belief system.) In a way, this poem is like that old adage "the grass is always greener..." Have you ever had  in your life (or maybe its you) that person everyone admires, everyone wants to be like? Not to put limits on this poem: Sometimes we dream we were this person. Sometimes this person is held in such high esteem even they wish they could be them. Then there is the sadness and confusion, But aside from all, it is life's mirror telling us, it may be so.


To go with this concept I've selected:  Rue De Soleil "Dust" 

Before we go too far, I was a long time smoker 


Tobacco companies have been getting the negative credit for marketing its harmful product, Although the natives of the Americas have been smoking tobacco long before/ it is Sir Walter Raleigh who is credited for introducing this deadly product to Europe. Meanwhile, Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla of Smosh, have done it again. They have jumped on the non-smoking band wagon. Whether funny, ridiculous or not, it is attracting and getting the attention of viewers, hopefully to stop smoking or not taking up the habit. Rethinking what Andrew and Anthony are really saying with this video, is attracting a wondrous resurgence in this video. 
Don't be surprised if this video and more like it start popping up in non-smoking campaigns. "21 THINGS I'D RATHER DO THAN SMOKE" 

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No star is lost once we have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Adelaide Proctor

Stars Wait Patiently to "Where They From"- minus music  
The stars patiently wait for lovers 
Missy Elliot can't wait for music so she performs her hit without it 


Stars Wait Patiently (round) 

The stars are waiting patiently for this
As heaven casts a hush upon the air
The purpose of a moment all rests there
As time extends a lifetime touching bliss
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Anticipation’s music everywhere
Each dream it seems now blossoms near to see
If they can match or scent a fantasy
Or reach an instance of a passion’s flare
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But for this wonder world ceases to be
As magic stirs up feelings for its due
And heartbeats savor splendors set askew
Just what will be the dawn’s reality
-
Yet in this ever focuses are true
And fate’s eternity cannot dismiss
The promised hope of one more treasured kiss
The stars are waiting patiently to view


What makes this a round? It looks like an Italian sonnet. It does have the same meter and a similar rhyme scheme. If we take a closer look at the rhyme scheme, we will see: ABBA BCCB CDDC DAAD. In effect, the sonnet's end leads back to the beginning, Therein lies the fun in this sonnet.

Arlene and I were very lucky. When we first moved in together, we got a palace in the sky, It was an an apartment, in upper Market Street, overlooking,eastern San Francisco. It was near enough to Twin Peaks to split the fog on foggy days, giving us a wonderful view. Our palace was a bit secluded, but perfect for young lovers. We eventually moved to the Richmond district, where there was (and is) plenty to do.  Arlene and I were quite active. There was dinning and dancing, theaters, movies and concerts.There was sights and special event. All of San Francisco laid out at our feet. We also travel ed throughout California, and occasionally took in this country.The stars opened up endless opportunities for Arlene and me. Then came our children. Our family was still quite active, but in a slightly different way.  Instead of young lovers, Arlene and I turned into parents introducing our children to the world. Then came the time when Peter and Robin wanted their own space. Here is where Arlene and I got real lucky. Fate put us in charge of parties for the Masons. We were very successful. Sometimes the band would stay over to play an extra songs for Arlene and me. The young lovers were back. The stars were waiting.


And what are stars for: Bliss "Kissing" 

Where there stars shining when Missy Elliot's band didn't show up 


Rapper Missy Elliot skipped two grades and then intentionally failed all of her classes so she could be reunited with her friends. Her latest hit "WTF (Where They From)", released November 12, 2015 has drawn a myriad of attention, not only for the song but for the video production. On a different note, House of Halo has gotten permission from Missy Elliot to release a version of "WTF" of their own. 
The bad news is, House of Halo could not afford the band. "#WITHOUTMUSIC / WTF (Where They From) - Missy Elliot"


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