Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Setting Sun to 2016: The Movie 
The sun sets for a man 
As the sun sets on 2016 a movie traitor is made 


The Setting Sun (modern sonnet) 

What does he search for in the setting sun
Which kisses endless ocean of goodbye
As whispers set a breeze for him alone
A darkness which weighs heavy on his soul
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For him there are no footsteps on the ground
There is no heart which beats for him at all
So empty were the memories misplaced
He leaves a life which never felt him near
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He cries too late to shadows of his blame
His pain meet echoes of a wasted life
Of all the things which once he could have done
What does he search for in the setting sun
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Now somewhere in this sun there walked a man
In darkness searched for purpose of his own
Who in a moment saw a stranger fall
And with a helping hand a life began 


The sun sets on a man lost in confusion in this modern sonnet. If at times we feel ourselves lost in the meaning of the words or confused in the painting, that's alright and perfect. Keep in mind, a person lost someone dear to him. The sonnet does have a hopeful ending. Sonnet! This doesn't rhyme. Modern sonnets don't have to rhyme (or follow a meter). If we look closer, we will notice that the lines in this sonnet are written in iambic pentameter. 

In 1974, I lost Jack Benny, my favorite comedian. In 2005 I lost the mot influential man in my life. 
My teacher, Johnny Land. As I get older and older more and more people around me seem to be dying. To make matters worse, I learned the Masonic funeral. I started to perform funerals in 1999. My saddest year was 2001. That was the year Arlene fell ill. To me she was still Arlene. I tried my hardest to keep her spirits high. I even got a councilor to help and advise me. But I couldn't compete with the mirror. She could see the damages of the stroke to her poster an looks. From her dresses and gowns she went to her mother's wardrobe to try cover up her body. She sat a lot. Worst of all there was the dancing. Arlene had lost something very important to her. Then there was the bombardment of people who felt sorry for her. She had dropped from stardom to pity. In many ways, death was a kind messenger for her. Me? I was devastated. Thanks to my family, friends and associates I made it through. I kept myself very busy doing even more charity and volunteer work. Parties? I stopped going to parties. In 2006 Amor came into my life. A new man was born. 

Here we have a puzzle of life. Life, death, aging, time and memories. People are dying all the time. The more we know them, the more we are affected. Some people handle aging real well. I was a guest at a party to celebrate a man's life. He was due to die before the party was over. Memories can work for or against us. Religion? I am a firm believer, But,as good as I am, I cannot absolutely prove my faith. Faith! There's a good one. Once we can prove faith, it stops being faith. Faith or no faith, we only have this now. Make the most of it. But, Arlene welcomed death because she could no longer be her memories. I died also, but was reborn anew through Amor.  Arlene still lives though the many things she touched and helped. The teacher Johnny Land still lives through me and countless others. So it is with all of us. I believe we are all here for a reason, a purpose. What is that reason or purpose? Here we have a puzzle of life. It is (they are) as unique as we are. And while we are figuring it all out, Enjoy. 


This all calls for some mood music: Samuel Barber "Adagio for Strings"  

Did we like 2016 enough to see the movie 


According to Dan Rather (12/26/2016) 2016 will be remembered for many things, but one of those may be that it was the year that American journalism got a much-needed spine transplant - perhaps too belatedly for election coverage, but nonetheless. 2016 will indeed be remembered for many things. It was a wild year. Wild enough to make a movie. 
Here is a trailer for the movie that will never be. "2016: The Movie (Trailer)" 


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Death is not the greatest loss in life. 
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. 
Norman Cousins

Friday, December 30, 2016

Lovers Of The Moon to Dollar Store With Liza 
Lovers looking for escape 
Girl looking for bargains 


Lovers of the Moon (English sonnet) 

I look to you to sooth and smooth my world
Please press true precious lips again with me
Their parting opens to a fantasy
Where lovers of the moon at one time twirled
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Their starlight was the only destiny
While satin covered whispers were unfurled
A mist of dreams around the two now swirled
With promises of possibility
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Their passion was the flavor of a song
Which other lovers’ hope were built upon
Who dare to share one moment of such bliss
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They are the dream which keeps young lovers strong
Their memory the halo of the dawn
And while they dance on earth two lovers kiss 


Two lovers dream as magic ensues in this English sonnet. There is a subtlety in this sonnet. It starts out in the first person. Somewhere, in talking about the lip, it switches to third person. When the sonnet ends, there are two couples. 

In our final days, throwing parties, Arlene and I became legendary, for being that romantic couple who threw great parties. Arlene and I were a great team, when it came to planning and putting together events, The Lodge had plenty of money, Members were coming back to the Lodge and men were joining. While Masonry is a male organization, we brought it a family atmosphere. while the men went to their meetings, the women did whatever they wanted. 

And then there were the parties. One of the most memorable Arlene and I planned was at the Marin Art and Garden Center. It had a spacious dance area with one side open to a beautiful illuminated garden area. We used a live band, whose keyboard player would add a Latin flavor to almost every song. Because of center's outdoor element, Arlene and I were a bit nervous about the weather. To make matters worse, there was a heavy wet fog the day of the party. As the guests arrived the fog let up. To celebrate, Arlene and I found a secluded place in the garden and engaged in a kiss. When dinner went okay, we went back to the garden for another kiss. After the first dance was a success, it was back to the garden and another kiss. As the party went on others discovered the kissing possibilities of the garden. As the evening went on, the dance floor got more and more empty, yet the cars were still in the lot. The music from the band, which were mostly requests, was very romantic. As Arlene and I went around to talk to the guests, we overheard a couple say, "I wish our school held our prom here." The person talking was in his late 50's. 

What is age? There is a question. Sure, as we get older, things don't work as good as when we were young. Or do they? At 59, I was still able to stand my own against a 16 year old on a tennis court. But, I have always been physically active. What about those teenage kissing fools? What about those youngsters and their selfies? Those maniacs gyrating on the dance floor? I come from a time where one didn't kiss just anywhere. A time where we, young people. stared at old folk who were in the wrong place. But, I am a pretty good dancer and people like to have me around. Or maybe the mindset of this generation is more acceptable. What I am hinting at is: we may be prisoners of a mindset. I still like kissing my wife in the park. I still like riding a merry-go-round. Let people look. Let people talk. If anything, I deserve it. We are never too old (except for physical limitations, which also happen to young people). With age comes experience to Enjoy. 


A bit of romantic music is in order: Ramon Guiral "Beyond The Moon" 

Are you a bargain shopper 


99 Cents Only Stores, founded by David Gold in February 28, 1969,  is an American price-point retailer chain based in Commerce, California. Previously, the stores offered all products at 99¢ or less.[2] Most products are now priced at "99.99¢ or less, but certain products are sold at higher price points". YouTuber Liza Koshy takes us on a tour of one of these stores. 
Is Liza giving us a tour of a store or her skill at Puns? "DOING THIS AGAIN. DOLLAR STORE WITH LIZA PART 2!" 

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When you’re in love, you’re capable of 
learning everything and knowing things 
you had never dared even to think, because 
love is the key to understanding of all the 
mysteries.  
Paulo Coelho

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Let's Dream to Electric Cars Aren't As Green As You Think 
Lovers shut window to the world to learn the truth of their dreams 
Electric cars - good or bad - learn the truth 


Let’s Dream (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Let’s dim the old distracting lights awhile
Those flares that dare to bare another’s glare
To minds which search to find their own affair
And be the reason for a lover’s smile
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Let’s drape those windows of the world with shade
From lies disguised to buy their prize of youth
To gentle lips whose whispers press the truth
And follow fragrant scents which they have made
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Let’s close our eyes awhile to set us free
From fashioned passion rationed at some store
To hearts which hold a heaven to explore
Our glare of youth restored by you and me
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Those flares from lies which fashioned other’s day
They will not stay the day when dreamers play 


Word Wizardry waltzes with lovers' dreams in this Shakespearean sonnet. What is Word Wizardry? It is a ply or command of words that rhyme or sound alike within a rhyme. Usually within a single line. A play of sounds can also be Word Wizardry, In this sonnet it happens in the second lines of the quatrains. 

There we were. I had lost my wavy hair. I can't remember when Arlene stopped aging. She was as young as "I can't remember when". I do remember that Arlene had great legs. It must have been all that dancing, In our forties and feeling every day of twenty-five. (Our social successes made us young again,) As we danced out in our garden,we recalled thinking and sharing how other warned us, we can't do this and we wan't do that. I also remember our neighbors joining us in dancing in their own yards. A metaphor of what was going on at the parties Arlene and I were throwing for the Lodge. After our neighbors realized that it was okay to dance in one's own backyard, Arlene and I would spot them there, from time to time. The same was true with our parties. Once others saw the success we were enjoying. they would adopt our ideas. Better yet, and more complimentary, others would build on our ideas. There we were. In each other's arms. enjoying the life we had fashioned together. 

And here we are. The truth of it is, we have all touched upon it. "Those people" trying to tell us what we can and cannot do. We all have come in contact with those who "march to the beat of their own drum." Who knows, behind our own windows per chance we do too. But the mob keeps singing, "You can't." "This is fun," "This is in fashion." We're all doing this." Many give in and so the mob is born. Perhaps we all give in from time to time. After all, who can pass up on a "good deal"? And sports... Who doesn't have a favorite team. And in today's modern world, with so many voices working on us, so many distractions, there is this something calling to us. A lover. A friend. A memory. We are all unique individuals. Our challenge is to be true to ourselves. To be all that we can be. To bear the fruit that only we can can bring. And in the richness of our season we may proudly say, "Enjoy." 


Talk about enjoying, let's join Joe: Joe Satriani "Flying in a Blue Dream" 

Electric cars - Good for the environment, Right 


In 1891, William Morrison of Des Moines, Iowa builds the first successful electric automobile in the United States. At the beginning of the 21st century, interest in electric and other alternative fuel vehicles has increased due to growing concern over the problems associated with hydrocarbon-fueled vehicles, including damage to the environment caused by their emissions, and the sustainability of the current hydrocarbon-based transportation infrastructure as well as improvements in electric vehicle technology. So electric cars are good for the environment? Think again. Adam Conover, of Adam Ruins Everything, gives us a few extra things to think about. 
I wonder why "they" didn't tell us this? "Electric Cars Aren't As Green As You Think" 

 

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However much I might try to expound 
or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, 
I am ashamed of my explanations... 
Love alone can explain the mysteries of love 
and lovers. 
Rumi

 

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

The Task to Magician Cop 
The magic of a fairy 
The magic of a police officer 


The Task (Italian sonnet) 

He rises yet again to meet his task
He knows today the tip of destiny
What purpose served the winds and stars do ask
Somewhere another lover waits for me
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So out to risk a world so full of doubt
Where people hide behind their chosen truth
And carry poison in the way they shout
At one who brings some comfort to a youth
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And there she dreams her future full hope
Upon her bed reality of dread
But with his touch a chance to help her cope
A kiss of magic to the day she’s wed
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A peasant bride whose day the truth defies
Enjoys a day which all true loves are due
Yet somewhere from a poison fairy dies
While watching two young lovers’ wish come true 


A tale of a fairy who makes a dream come true in this Italian sonnet. The Italian sonnet form is used to tell a story. Not only to tell a story, but to deliver a message. All this in sixteen lines of iambic pentameter. A sonnet with a confusing ending (or new beginning), 

This sonnet surrounds how the love between Arlene and I and my general feeling about magic. In school I was a talented and pretty good looking guy. Arlene, on the other hand, was the bunt of many cruel jokes. These affected how she saw herself and her outward appearance. She went to a girl's school. Here comes this good looking guy, to play a boy's part in a school musical. There may have been more to it, but one night and the next day are what dreams are made of. The last night, when the play was over, had come. It was time to say goodbye to everyone. A single tear from Arlene touched my left arm. That night, I dreamed about and fell in love with Arlene. The next day, as her school was letting out, I was there waiting and we shared our first kiss. 

Magic? Whatever the reason, Arlene was not that good looking. There were plenty of other better looking girls after me, including the costar of that play. Girls who wanted to be close to me was not that unfamiliar. I've even had girls cry for me before. Why did I fall for Arlene? Another touch of magic. Dating a cute guy counteracted all the bullying, Arlene had gone through. This affected the way she looked. I was now dating a really attractive girl.

Magic, Does it truly exist? Let's not touch religion or miracles. Let's just stick to a person whose self esteem weighs heavy on them. The attention of someone special turns the whole self esteem around. Or. we're looking for an outfit, They're out of our size, but we happen on something better. Sure there are logical explanations. But as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or anything (including us), why not have a little fun? The story about how the love affair really started is so much better when a little magic is thrown into the mix. Amor, my present wife really does look better, because she likes me to tell her she's pretty. I'm certain these little things happen to all of us. Our cooking tastes a little better. We find that something we've been looking for. We think  of someone and they call us. Magic! The list goes on and on. These are little things. There is a logical explanation. Why not let a little wonder into your life (as long as nothing is harmed)? Maybe we can save a fairy's life. Does magic truly exist? I don't know. But as we wonder though the wonder of life, let us Enjoy. 


How about a little fairy music: Derek Fiechter "Dryad's Tree" 

If we think it's hard being a cop, imagine being a magic cop 


Prior to taking on assignments, police officers go through training at a police academy. The training program generally lasts around 12 to 14 weeks and includes classroom instruction in state laws, local ordinances, constitutional law, civil rights, and accident investigation. Police officers also learn about traffic control, self-defense, first-aid, firearms, and emergency response. Along with this, an increasing number of police departments require applicants to complete at least one or two years of college coursework or have an associate’s degree. Now, imagine throwing in a course or two of magic.
The result is... "Key & Peele - Magician Cop"

 

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Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, 
you can make anything happen. 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

When to YouTube ReRyan (2016) 
Lovers look back at a glorious lifetime 
Ryan Higa takes a humorous look at trends of 2016 


When (English sonnet) 

When will we see a night like this once more
When silken stars will wonder what we’ll do
With this their moment mid the moon kissed hue
When sighs of lovers make the flowers soar
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When will we see a dream like this come true
When chance will open every longed for door
With melodies we’ve never felt before
When sighs of lovers fills my heart with you
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I’m sure that we will dream another night
I’ll hold you tight and linger in a kiss
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So sure that we have memories in sight
Another passing smile I would not miss
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When will we see this moment of delight
For other dreams and nights will not be this


Lovers linger for a time in a moment in this English sonnet. The quatrains are very structured. This was done to build a familiar memory. When the couplets take over the sonnet looks toward the future. Then we return to a memory and the message of the sonnet. 

It was just another night with " the crew" at the dance club. It was a moderately slow dance. A chance for lovers to hold one another on the dance floor. Arlene and I looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this time will never come again. We had done this many times before. This time was different. Disco was on it way out and Arlene and I would soon be entering into a new stage of life (parenthood). Other than his cries, which were more like a shriek, Peter, our firstborn, was a dream. Arlene and I were very happy. We looked into each other's eyes. It returned again, "This time will never come again." I miss those disco days. I miss when Peter was a baby. I miss so many moments in my life. Yet I carry with me a satisfaction, for I knew, I lived as if "this time will never come again." 

So should we all live our life. Long or short. life is what it is. We cannot go back in to the past. We can attempt to relive those precious moments. It is okay to miss what once was. But now... Make the most of now. It is human nature to take things for granted, and life flies by. Instead, "take a little longer to smell the flowers." Don't allow yourself to fall into a rut. Even little things will make a world of difference. It is hard to remember times that are alike or that run into each other. It is easier to remember the special times. If we were going to die tomorrow, how would we live today? Well, tomorrow will be different and now will join the past. Take hold of the present. Make the most of who we are, this time, our moment and Enjoy. 


A little motivational music id in order: Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston "When You Believe" 

Basketball fans are going to love this 


The Warriors Blew a 3-1 Lead refers to a series of jokes about how the NBA’s Golden State Warriors lost the 2016 NBA Finals to the Cleveland Cavaliers after having three wins against Cleveland’s one in the Best-of-Seven series. That season, Golden State set the record for wins in the regular season with 73, and had the league’s first-ever unanimous Most Valuable Player in Steph Curry. Despite needing only one more victory to win the championship, Golden State lost the following three games and the series. This made them the first team in NBA History to blow a 3-1 series lead in the NBA finals. The jokes are a way to troll Warriors supporters who claimed the team was the best in NBA history. With this in mind enjoy the last of Ryan Higa. of  nigahiga, as he takes a look at 2016's biggest trends. 
Pay attention as Ryan pokes some fun at 2016's biggest trends and the Warriors. "YouTube ReRyan! (2016)" 

 

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How wonderful it is that nobody need wait 
a single moment before starting 
to improve the world. 
Anne Frank

 

Sunday, December 25, 2016

The Season's Gift to Poe's The Raven, Christmas Edition 
While people enjoy the season's gift 
One man ponders on his greed 


The Season’s Gift (Italian sonnet) 

What magic fills the air this time of year
Why are our feelings so much softer now
We smile and spread infectious gifts of cheer
Good tidings with a stranger now allow
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Those faceless shadows we pass in the street
Become the neighbors that we oft speak of
It feels so good at last to finally meet
To take our part and spread the peace and love
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When does it start why does it have to end
Is there some rule somewhere that makes it so
We can’t afford to make another friend
To watch a peaceful world in springtime grow
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So when we see that star up in the sky
Perhaps that special time that comes to pray
Don’t let this special gift pass lightly by
What would be wrong if it were here to stay 


Something that many people are wondering is the subject of this Italian sonnet. This is a straight forward Italian sonnet. There are no tricks, no play with word, no hidden meaning, There is nothing to distract us from the valuable message of this sonnet. 

This is far off from the season, but it does show a side of people. The year was 1996. Abraham Lincoln is one of San Francisco's priced high schools. At the time the school was being dragged down by major gang problems. I had just enjoyed a major success with a teacher launching a reading program" "Steppingstones To Reading". (She came up with the program. I came up with the donations.) Mrs, Chan had just become the principal, of Abraham Lincoln, when my attention was directed at the school, as head of the Lodge's public school committee. At a meeting with Principal Chan, she was not interested in our money. The school needed more. So off we went, to sell the school to the community. The idea was: By supporting the school, we could reduce the gang problem that was plaguing everyone. Through the efforts of many, the community and businesses got behind the school and  Principal Chan. She, on her part, made it very hard on gang activity near school grounds. She was tough. She would get in trouble for some of her practices. But it's hard to argue with success. The final tombstone for the gangs came, when the local police department had their oil changes done at the school. To celebrate our victory, Abraham Lincoln held a special assembly to thank everyone. People came together to improve a school. 

People can and do work together. The joy that seems to permeate every corner of society during this time of the year, is not limited to here. It is certainly not as big or as all persuasive. When I volunteered in a soup kitchen, the staff acted very positively. Problems arose. They were addressed positively. We believe, this positive air prevented other problems. In the story, a entire community worked together to help a school. I, and others, believe this "joy" toward one another, toward all, will be tomorrow's norm. I  and perhaps you, have seen bits and pieces of it. Now, during the holiday season, we see the proof of it. We are the proof of it. We are the source of it. Every at of kindness is one step closer. Closer to total world peace. Can we make this "joy" last one more day? Positively. And as we greet one more day positively and with kindness Enjoy. 


Variety in our characters is our strength: Billy Joel "Piano Man" 

What do we get if we cross Edgar Allen Poe with Santa Claus 


When Poe was writing "The Raven," his wife, Virginia, was suffering from tuberculosis. It was a weird marriage.Virginia was Poe’s first cousin and only 13 years old when they married. Weirder still is the version of "The Raven" put together by Studio C. In this version the feeling of "The Night Before Christmas" is merged with "The Raven". 
Sit back. Relax. And enjoy. "Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven, Christmas Edition" 

 

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Kindness in words creates confidence. 
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. 
Kindness in giving creates love. 
Lao Tzu

 

Friday, December 23, 2016

My Dreams to Snow Shoveler Bhangra 
One person dreams of his love
Another person dreams of snow shovelers from Punjab 


My Dreams (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I bear my dreams with whispers and a smile
Of all the promised paths we danced upon
While echoes of a song still lingers on
Of all the world it’s me who shares your while
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I share my dreams with star who lit my way
Of all the glows it sees us through our night
With you in view I knew all else was right
Of all the world it’s me who bears each day
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I wear my dreams with tears which follow sighs
Of all the wonders which were shared by two
Are beds for promise we again renew
Of all the world it’s me who wears her eyes
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I swear my dream by all that we’ve been through
Of all the world I’d rather be with you 

A man of many dreams commits himself to one in this Shakespearean sonnet. Not only does this sonnet adhere to the Shakespearean form, there are forms within the form. Take a close look at the quatrains and notice that only the third line is free of any additional forms. All lines two and four begin with "Of all the".  All the second words in lines one rhyme. It is not mistake that dreams become a dream in the couplet. 

I had a great job at Chevron. People would come to me with a "can we" and I would make it so. It was a job that let me use my imagination with Chevron's money. Dreams? I had a dream job. I lived many-a dream. I married my dream in a dream wedding. I got my dream, Arlene, involved in my hobby, board gaming. She became very good at role playing. We used to regulars at Pacificon, a big game convention in Northern California. The head of Pacificon's role playing was also a Chevron employee. He heard about me. He needed a script/plot line for one year's role playing competition. I said I would take on the project (away from work). "The Front Door" was a small theater group in San Francisco. The writers were  always looking to make a little extra money and were willing to work cheap. I arranged a meeting of the writers and the person from Pacificon. (Are you still with me?) What the person didn't know, the writer and I talked. They came up with a great plot for a role playing  game. The players must find, rescue and safely deliver a princess to a party in her honor. I loved involving my dream. Arlene, in my dreams: That year, at Pacificon, while I sat down to play my table games, Arlene went off to play the role playing game. What she didn't know was that she was the princess everyone, including her, was looking for. 

We are not all actors or into role playing. What is a dream? Are they limited to those thing that float around in our heads when we are sleeping? I believe that dreams are more. I believe many dreams can be realized. I turn to travelers. I turn to people who have attained a goal or two. I turn to people who have realized something they have wished for.  Many envision a dream with something big, something grand. Dreams can also be as simple as breakfast in bed, a beautiful flower, our favorite song and the like. Yes, dreams can come true. The first step is know that they can, you can.  Move from the world of limitations to the realm of possibilities. Realize the  power in us all and Enjoy. 


Are you ready? We are about to leave: Merce "My World" 

Some people have unusual dreams 


Bhaṅgṛā refers to the traditional dance originating in the Majha area of the Punjab region. Punjab is a geographical and cultural region in the northern part of South Asia, comprising areas of eastern Pakistan and northern India. Bhangra is growing in popularity. It is now in Canada and is coming to California. 
Never seen Bhangra. Well: "Snow Shoveler Bhangra || Maritime Bhangra Group || Halifax,NS || Canada" 

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Trust in dreams, for in them 
is hidden the gate to eternity. 
Khalil Gibran


Thursday, December 22, 2016

The Gathering to Darth Santa Strikes Back  
Once more the clan is meets for the carnage of the gathering 
Once more a small boy must stay with his grandpa, Darth Vader



The Gathering (deteriorating poem) 

Once more the time has come to gather there
Once more the clan will divvy out its share
Once more forgotten vet’rans leave their lair
Once more the faint will muster to the dare
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Shall we again see carnage as before
Shall we be roused by heroes‘chants of yore
Shall we cry out as champions play for more
Shall we fall faint as limbs from bodies tore
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With sword in hand we meet upon this day
With sword in hand our bounty we display
With sword in hand we give contender sway
With sword in hand we gorge to all’s dismay
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We gather here with pride; this is our lot
We gather here; for this our family fought
We gather here; for those who now cannot
We gather here to pray; for values taught
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O Lord we thank you once again for this
For bringing us together safely and as one family
For Grandma bless and protect her, and this fine meal
For one more Christmas gathering together 


Confusion brings a family together in this deteriorating poem. This poem is setup to be misleading. We are led to believe we re about to visit a savage rite. Near the end, the rhyme pattern changes. At he end, there is no rhyme at all, as the truth of the poem is revealed. 

This poem is not far from the truth. Arlene and I and the kids used to celebrate Christmas three times. We would open one present each on Christmas Eve, before going to bed. Then Santa would come and put more presents under the tree and fill up the stockings that the kids, Peter and Robin, hung. On Christmas morning. we would gather in the front room and in a mad flurry open our presents, That evening we would go to grandma's house (Arlene'a mother) for dinner. I never wanted to go. I wanted to stay home. Arlene's brother (Will), his wife (Rose) and three kids also went to grandma's house. Arlene's mom and Rose were great cooks, so when I saw the table laid out I forgot all thoughts of were I'd rather be. We said a small prayer of thanks for bringing us together. Will and I ate like we were starving and there never would be any more food. The only thing that got us to stop eating were the presents under the tree. Santa had been at grandma's also. The kids wanted to open their presents. We gather in the front room and turned it into an ocean of wrapping paper to the sounds of wives shouting and grandma laughing. Those were my Christmases.

Whether it is Christmas or one of the other high holy celebrations happening around now, there is a feeling in the air. People are much kinder, much more caring, much more forgiving. We can all see it. We can all feel it. For this moment the world is a little better. Why can't this go on? Here's a little insight. We all remember the soccer game of Christmas 1914 (World War I). Enemies laid down their arms to engage in a game of soccer and to celebrate Christmas as brothers. This lasted more than one day. In fact it was happening in many places on the western and eastern fronts. Soldiers, on both sides, were laying down there arms and meeting, helping their brothers. This worried the generals. Soldiers were forbidden to fraternize, under penalty of court-marshal and even death. The whole thing was covered up to the rest of the world until weeks later when the press got wind of the soccer game. In other words: something may be preventing world peace. I (and others) believe whatever "it" is cannot continue to stand up to us all.  People all over this world want peace. Peace will come Keeping this in mind and working toward that bright day, Enjoy. 


How about some inspirational music: Adrianus Valerius "We Gather Together" 

Christmas even comes to Darth Vader 


The fact that Darth Vader was Luke Skywalker’s father was a big secret that the filmmakers went to great lengths to protect from getting leaked. According to Hamill, only George Lucas, Irwin Kershner, and himself knew when they were filming. Now, according to Corridor, Darth is a grandfather and he has been asked to babysit his grandson. 
Darth may not really be a grandfather, but enjoy the video anyway. "Darth Santa STRIKES BACK!" 


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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Your Time to Cowboy Vs Outlaw 
One man stands up to his destiny 
Another man stand up to an outlaw 


Your Time (English sonnet) 

Here is your time this moment meant for you
To touch the world and show it who you are
A peaceful scent perhaps a shooting star
A destiny now opens to your view
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Yours is the voice heard calling from afar
A whispered sigh perhaps a windswept coup
I’m here oh world now watch what I can do
It’s time to bring your fashion to bazaar
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And days to minutes join the passing stream
To hide in caverns shaded from the sun
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A misty shadow comes to claim this dream
And though you fight you know it has begun
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As you awake to world with strange new gleam
Here is your time enjoy what you have done 


A bit of inspiration in the form of a English sonnet. In the first part (the quatrains) we have a perfect world where everything is sunny. A voice is calling to our success. As the couplets arrive, so does a shadow. It is bent on stealing our dream. As we awaken, we realize our success. 

I was extremely lucky. I had a teacher, Mr. Land, I had teachers, who helped me succeed. I had a boss who taught me the value of being a hard worker (not only in pay, but in the praise and respect of other). At Chevron I learned the power of positive thinking. Yes, I became an egotist. Why not? Everything was going my way. At Chevron, I was put in charge on 14 people. I shared with them some of the things I knew and added fun to the job. At the same time, Chevron initiated an incentive program. The first project, with me in charge, was completed early. We all got a bonus. I got a bonus because the team was motivated. On we went. Success after success.  I looked really good. My ability to work with people brought me unbelievable projects. When I got involved with the Masons my attention eventually turned to charities. To curb my egotism, which was growing, I served others coffee and cleaned tables. I began to see, my successes were raised upon the the shoulders of people who respected me. Some of these people wanted to be like me. Looking into the future, a brother mason and I established a Masonic education school. At the school anyone can learn about Freemasonry, members can learn and teach ritual, people learn from each other to let their talents shine. The success of the school speaks in blood drives, care in the city's public schools, traffic safety, community projects and more, But most importantly: people who shine.  (The School is open to everyone each Monday)

From my experience everyone has a gift or two. Something that they do exceptionally well. The greatest shadow that we all have to overcome is doubt (fear in the form of doubt). Some successfully overcome this handicap. Others do not or do not completely. Of those that do not, they spend their lives wishing or ignoring. In today's world, where help is at our fingertips. this is unfathomable. But I believe that if we see, if we want, an attainable path will appear. We all possess a gift, a special talent. Another thing to keep in mind is that our gift is not the same as others. For example, we not have a gift in automobile repair. We have a gift for art. We can draw a motor. Think abut that one. Our time here is limited, What are our talents? Shine at them. Let others be inspired by your light. And Enjoy.


Need some more motivation: Frank Loesser "I Believe In You" 

Now boys let's not fight 


The cowboy of myth and reality had his beginnings in Texas. There cattle grew wild with few natural enemies; by the end of the Civil War there were an estimated 5 million of them. It was then that the cowboy entered his twenty-year golden age, 1866-1886, the era of the open range and the great cattle drives. There were good cowboys and bad. There are loads of books and movies about the meetings of the two.  ScottDW has captured a rare meeting of the two. 
We haven't seen a clash like this one. "OLD WEST DANCE BATTLE - COWBOY VS OUTLAW! // @ScottDW" 


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Tuesday, December 20, 2016

This Wind to When You Fall In Love Easily 
A lover with only one on his mind 
A love sick puppy with many on his mind 


This Wind (Martin verse) 

What is this wind came over me
Which whispered to my memory
Of all the things that used to be
Mere dreams until you set them free
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Spring flowers promise scent of you
With summer’s nights a kiss or two
And fall’s moon teach us what to do
In winter love’s arms see us through
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A gift which life has sent to me
Now every thought makes room for two
Without your smile that just won’t do
A special song which love set free
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Now every heart beat only you
And every wish a memory
I pause to think how can this be
To live a dream until it’s through
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And as I dream from time I’m free
This mix of now and used to be
Each kiss refreshing memory
It’s you this wind came over me 


A warm wind carries a lover away with this Martin verse. Instead of rhymes, a Martin verse uses words. (The words rhyme. Two sets of four rhyming words.) The words are laid out, then mixed up, then the first four a laid out again, but in reverse order. 

As promised: If you try a Martin verse, let me know and I will advertise it. Poetess Truedessa in her site "True Wanderings" composed a Martin verse, "Bumpy Dream". Pay her a visit by clicking on this link.

On cold nights, Arlene and I enjoy cuddling under a blanket by the the fireplace.  We would engage in a memory or two. One of those escapades was when we went to Venice Beach in Los Angeles. We did so on an invitation by our friend Francisco (Cisco), who told us about these great dance clubs he had found. Arlene and I were there. Cisco and his wife picked us up at the airport. After changing and dropping our luggage off at their place, they took us on a marvelous tour of Venice Beach and Boardwalk. The tour was so great Arlene an I could hardly wait to see those dance clubs. That evening Cisco took us to two dance clubs. They were in the Latin section of town. They were the small garage style dances, run by people who had a little extra space. It was like going to a big party at someone's house. Drinks consisted of beer or coke. The next day Cisco and his wife got a boat and took us on a gorgeous tour of the canals. Cisco mentioned that tonight's clubs would be better than last night's. They were. The space was inches bigger, The bars were better stocked. So it went on day three. When Arlene and I got back to the city and went out dancing, with the crew, we realized that we had learned some fresh new dance moves down with Francisco and his wife. Another story, on a cold night, cuddling under a blanket. 

Too often people put others down because of this or because of that. Maybe he doesn't meet up to standards. Maybe he is too far outside. The fact is: We are all different. We are all unique. It is easier to teach us, to dress us, to feed us,to entertain us, to manage us, if we all acted alike. Acting alike is a challenge. To be like everyone else, We make it look easy. We motivate ourselves. "They" motivate us. Being an individual is a challenge too. Individuals opens themselves to the scrutiny of the masses. Individuals risk the perils (and benefits) of the unknown, They often do not have the safety of the masses. The masses often put down the individuals, The individuals often put down the masses. There is another option. Be yourself. An individual who is sometimes part of the masses and more. Sounds easy enough, until we throw growth and change into the mix. To learn to be ourselves leaves little windows or cause to put others down. Be who you are to the fullest and Enjoy. 


A song to go with the verse: Gold Lounge "Aegean Summer" 

I only have eyes for you 


Facial femininity is important to men in some studies in attraction have show. This includes small chins, large eyes, high cheekbones and full lips. Still some men don't seem to care. They honestly and whole heartedly fall in love wuth every female they see. As is the case of this guy at BuzzFeed Video. 
A cold shower might be in order. "When You Fall In Love Easily" 

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Jeffrey Eugenides


Monday, December 19, 2016

My Morning to The Butterfly Effect 
A lover awakens to the light of his morning 
A man awakens to the butterfly effect  


My Morning (poem) 

Sing my sweet morning
Of moments so rare
Of feelings we share
And dreams in the air
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Way of tomorrow
My meaning of light
My everything right
And all this ignite
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Each beat of my heart
The reason to be
Imagined set free
A life’s fantasy
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For when the darkness comes
We see it peering over Joy’s horizon
Waiting ever waiting
For its morbid moment
To trounce upon our truth
Testing its temper
Against the winds of time
And where will we be
Where will we be
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Sing on dear morning
Of seasons we knew
Of happiness due
In words I love you 


We wake up to a lover's morning with this poem. I don't know what kind of poem this is. Do all poems need to be categorized? This poem contains stanzas where first limes don't rhyme. These first lines are followed by three lines that not only rhyme but the meters are very tight. Then there is one stanza that does seem to follow any rules. The three rhyme stanzas represent that no love is perfect. The imperfect stanza represent the evil waiting for this love to fail. 

Amor is my morning. My reason for another day. Depression, for me, is real. Both of my doctors have recommended that I, at least, keep some transgression drugs around the house. I tell them that I don't need antidepressants, I have Amor. She is that cute and funny. She had one Big problem. She likes "chick flicks". She loves "chick flicks". I used to have to take her to all "chick flick" as soon as they opened. To me, they seemed inordinately long, I had trouble staying awake. Instead of soda and pop corn, I get coffee. One "chick flick" had a long line of people waiting to get in. Some, no many of these people were husbands, boyfriends, like me. As a reality check, I asked some of these men why they wanted to see this movie. You can guess their answers. Amor was going to school to get her CNA licence. There was this young gay guy who she had inspired and helped complete the course. I met him at the graduation. I found out he liked "chick flicks". At the end of the graduation he thanked Amor and said, "...if there's anything I can do to repay you." I knew. At the next "chick flick" opening I suggest she go with that gay guy. Amor said she didn't want to make me jealous. I nearly died laughing. It took a while for Amor to figure out why I wouldn't get jealous of her seeing a "chick flick" with a gay guy. Guess who doesn't have to go to "chick flicks" anymore. 

I believe live is a river leading to an ocean, In our river there are currents, As we travel to the ocean we  a carried along on countless currents. The currents of the river of life are simple, complicated and diverse. It is not unusual to be carried along by several currents at once. Some of the currents go against the flow of the river. We, our causes, our memory are, form some of these currents, as do others. As our river goes on to meet its destiny we give life to some things. Other things die because of us. Still other things don't even know of our river. Some parts of the river travel fast while other parts of the same river seem almost motionless. And what is waiting in the ocean? There is no need to guess, for we will find out. Right now, we are traveling in the river, so Enjoy. 


And then there's this: Jamie Cullum "Not While I'm Around"  
 

Butterflies are amazing 


There are 165,000 known species of butterflies found on every continent except Antarctica. Even San Francisco has its fair share of these beautiful creatures. these lovely works of nature's art effect each person differently. Here is a collaborative project between Unity Technologies, two-time Academy Award winning creators of Gorillaz visuals Passion Pictures, and Nvidia of the effect one of these amazing creations effect on one man. 
Guaranteed. After watching this, we will never view a butterfly quite the same. "CGI Animated Short Film HD: "The Butterfly Effect Short Film" by Unity Technologies" 


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of the voice of the woman we love. 
Jean de la Bruyere

 

Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Soothing Song to Cup Noodles Song 
A song fills the empty streets 
A song fills a Cup Noodles 


A Soothing Song (English sonnet) 

A soothing song was calling in the eve
It called to him soft moments of the past
A welcome dream was promise which it cast
Upon his heart surrender did it weave
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It beckoned him from shadows there amassed
In streets his charm and passion would conceive
Was there he swore an oath to never leave
Was there with her his faithful tears had passed
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But in this while his soul had gone astray
Forgive me were his cries to days gone by
As helplessly to melody is drawn
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A soothing song from ever and a day
Had walked her streets in search of a reply
And in the morning memories were gone


A mystery is set in this English sonnet. We have a tale in two parts. It starts with lovers making memories. Then, for some reason he went astray and tries to reclaim what was lost.  The ending is a complete mystery, It floats any way the reader likes.

When Arlene and I were going through our rough times, we took a break and went to Carmel and stayed at La Playa, Carmel has a reputation of being a lovers' get away. La Playa is one of Carmel's top hotels, paradises.  At the time time La Playa had a great social center (bar), where guests gathered for a cocktail. Arlene and I were going to have cocktails in our suite but we were attracted to the social center by the sound of stories being told. It seemed that some of of the guests were entertaining the room by telling stories. Arlene and I were hooked.

One of the stories was about a magic couple.Their love for each other was everyone's dream. They made an oath to one another. The man broke the oath. The woman left him. After many days and nights suffering, the man heard a familiar song in the streets. For many nights the man tried to follow the song, It was her. One night, the man followed the song and vanished, (The actual story was more detailed.)

It was a warm night. Arlene and I decided to go for a stroll. A light fog had rolled in to Carmel. All the stores were closed and the streets were  empty. The night belonged to Arlene and I. Suddenly there was the sound of a romantic tune. We could make out a man walking up ahead. Arlene  and my thoughts were taken back to the story of the couple and the man following the song. We looked at each other. When our attention returned to the man, he had vanished and so did the music.

Spoiler alert - Do not read if you believe in magic. (On the following day, when the fog had cleared, we discovered a side street on the street that we walked the night before. The fog had hidden it from view.)

This is a small example of the power of human imagination. First we have people sitting around listening to stories. People allowing their minds to take the place of movie screens. Then we have two people allowing imagination to guide what they see. Imagination. Don't cut it short, We all possess it. From a minute change from the way things are usually done, to major all altering events. From looking at something in a new way and seeing something that hasn't been seen before, to seeing things that aren't really there. Our mind is an incredibly powerful thing. We are amazing individuals Put these two together what can't be accomplish? There is one more element we need. Trust  and belief in ourselves. This is an individual specific hurdle. A hurdle we have to cross for our imaginations to be fully charged, fully opened. And armed with everything, what can we do but Enjoy.


Speaking of imagination, here's a love song: Robin Thicke "Lost Without U" 

Speaking of love songs, here's one about food 


Cup Noodles, invented in 1958 by Momofuku Ando, is a brand of instant ramen noodle snack manufactured by Nissin, packaged in a foam food container, hard plastic or paper cup. Like them or not Cup Noodles is so popular that few have not eaten them at least once. Cameron J, of RandomStructureTV, likes Cup Noodles. So much so that he wrote a song. 
Coming to a dance club near you. "Cameron J - Cup Noodles Song! @TheKingOfWeird" 



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Friday, December 16, 2016

That Day to Luigi Death Stare 
A tale of a day two lovers came to kiss 
A tale of a day Luigi won the race 


That Day (sonnet) 

That all we knew would one day come to this
There never was tale once told as ours
Or places made in heaven for such stars
Who taught their world to dream about a kiss
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A kiss of hope to cover all the scars
A kiss of Joy behind each memory
A kiss because I have you next to me
A kiss which secret wishes never bars
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This all we knew would one day set us free
To test the shadows hidden out of sight
Who had no need for any new delight
A taste of life we didn’t need to see
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And all we knew would one day come to light
That day when I first kissed my love goodnight 


A kiss carries a tale of a couple in this sonnet. This looks like a Shakespearean sonnet. On closer examination it doesn't follow the rhyme scheme. It looks like some kind of round. The end does not connect back to the beginning. There is a progression, though. For the story of this poem. this progression helps with the message. 

My first real kiss came from Malana. She taught me well, as I got to kiss many-a young lady thanks to "girl talk". My best kiss was when I kissed Arlene goodnight after taking her home from our first dance. Many years later, Arlene and I  where guests of the Caledonian Club at their ball. The Caledonian Club holds the annual Scottish Games at the Alameda County Fairgrounds, in California. The dance was held in the main hall of the Hyatt Regency. The club's First Chieftain was a friend of ours and a fan of our dancing. It was a big honor. To make the event complete, we rented a room at the hotel. Before the ball Arlene and I were invited to a private room to sample some rare Scotch. The ball was  major success. Besides a bagpipe band and Scottish fiddlers there was a dance band. There was dancing of all sorts, from traditional Scottish folk dancing (which Arlene and I learned] to the modern hip hop. When it was time to waltz, Arlene and I hit the floor. The dance lasted until late. The main floor of the Hyatt is very romantic late at night, especially from the floor that Arlene and I were staying. Before entering our room we kissed, as we did all those many years ago, after that dance. It struck us: How did we get here? We had survived to kiss again. We were still together.

Perhaps it happens to all of us. We touch a moment from our past. Something we do. Something that happens to us, Our brain cells click, just so. We feel like it happened before. Maybe we remember the specifics. Maybe we cannot recall the wheres or whens. We just feel that it happened. The main question is: Did it really happen or is our brain playing tricks on us. Over time facts get distorted. What are the facts?  Can the brain. wondrous as it is, really recall? Then there is the wonder, the marvel of it. Fact or fiction, we are there. It is as real to us as anything we experience. Even if it is all imagination... What a marvel we are. Think about it. Take it all in. And Enjoy. 


 A goodnight kiss: Gloriana "Good Night" 

Everyone can be a star - Right Luigi 


Luigi is the slightly younger but taller fraternal twin brother of Nintendo's mascot Mario, and appears in many games throughout the Mario franchise, often as a sidekick to his brother. He first appeared in the 1983. The folks at devinsupertramp have Luigi competing in a destruction derby. Things don't look too good for Luigi. Then he receives some inspiration, 
Will it be enough? "Mario Kart in Real Life - Luigi Death Stare!" 



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We all have our time machines. Some take us back, 
they're called memories. Some take us forward, 
they're called dreams. 
Jeremy Irons

 

Thursday, December 15, 2016

The Mystic Fountain to Christmas Shopping by the Four Wise Men 
What happened to the magic fountain 
What happened to the fourth wise man 


The Mystic Fountain (story/poem) 

Once there was a mystic fountain in a quiet little town
People came to visit her from places all around
Twas said for just one penny she could grant a simple wish
She could not move a mountain but she could produce a fish
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She made the people happy was her greatest gift of all
She even had the kindness to give candy to the small
As time went on its destined course and people less confined
More people heard the story of a fountain they could find
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The people came and people saw twas not sheer fantasy
Except the cost of one small cent a simple wish was free
The town’s folk grew more happy and also very rich
They lost their need wishes and the fountain’s little fish
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Why should we take in pennies when its dollars we could rake
Think about the village and improvements we could make
They spoke about the fountain their source of wealth and fame
She looks quite old She needs big work And let’s give her a name
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There is a fountain with a legend in a prosperous town
People come to see it from all the world around
Tis said for just one dollar it could grant a single wish
It could even move a mountain or produce a simple fish 


The fate of a fountain forms the foundation of this story/poem. An example of a classic story/poem form. The most notable thing about this form of poetry is that rhymes do not have to be exact. As long as the words in question sound something alike, that's okay.  

There was a coffee shop, just off of Haight street, here in San Francisco. It didn't have quite the selection of a Star Buck's but it had great pies, cakes and pastries. Arlene and I discovered it in the early 70's. It had been in business for some time. It was furnished by a hodge podge of comfortable tables and chairs, and couches. The clientele were like a family, and a wonderland of personalities. It took Arlene and I several visits to be accepted, The place was run by a husband, his wife and their family. How they made any money was beyond me. Their coffees. teas and desserts were not only delicious but they were very cheap. As time past, word about the prices got around and attracted more customers. The man, getting old. decided to give the business to his kids, and take his wife on a well deserved vacation. The first thing that the kids did was to remodel the place so that the coffee shop could accommodate more people. This effected some of the regulars, who disappeared. The next thing the kids did was to improve the quality of their products and raise their prices, This was when Arlene and I left. I remember, business seemed to be growing, but it wasn't the same. The place is still in business. I don;t go in. Memories. 

Change. That's what life is all about. Changes cover the whole spectrum of human feeling, from the very positive to the very negative. The reasons for changes are many. We humans, generally don't like change, Yet we tend to get bored with routine. Here's another wild one. I have been the source of some changes. When I was bringing them about, I was proud of my accomplishment. When I look back, I sometimes wonder, "Why did I do that?" Change will happen whether we like it or not. Let us accept change will happen. Let us know that we are a part of it. Not a helpless part. A surfer can ride the wave or be pushed by it. Realize that change is a part of life. Know that we are a part of life. Put the two together and Enjoy. 


One more drink from the fountain: Libera "The Fountain" 

This is the season of the wise men 


The Magi, also referred to as the Wise Men or Kings, were, in the Gospel of Matthew and Christian tradition, a group of distinguished foreigners who visited Jesus after his birth, bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Tradition tells us that there were three. Studio C suggests that there might have been four.
Here is Studio C's explanation of what happen to the fourth wise man. "Christmas Shopping by the Four Wise Men" 



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The only way to make sense out of change 
is to plunge into it, move with it, 
and join the dance. 
Alan Watts