Saturday, January 9, 2016

Strange Door to Interview With A Toddler 
What fantasies await beyond the strange door 
Far beyond the door a father delves into the mind of a moment 


Strange Door (English sonnet) 

It passed upon a windswept melody
A scent of satin ‘cross a timeless shore
A sultry promise lingering for more
Soft moments lost await a kiss to be
-
Those dreams of heaven whispers will restore
Two torrid heartbeats touch their fantasy
Too much in love to set their spirits free
So melody lay locked behind strange door
-
Strange door the endless meaning of this love
Strange door which held the blessing to the day
Strange door to guarded secrets kept from view
-
To windswept passion they strolled realms above
From other whispers theirs was far away
Strange door its endless meaning would renew



An English sonnet with a touch of word play. In the first stanza, there is the innocent repeat of the word "A". In the second stanza, The words are not the same, but their sound is ("Two' and "Too"). In the first triplet, there is no further doubt, as the anticipation of the "Strange door" reaches its height. 

For me the "strange door" was more than the doorway to Arlene's bedroom. Please excuse me if I stray a bit from the suggestive nature of the poem and share a little insight into Arlene and Martin. I stayed in Arlene's bedroom. At all the places we lived , I did not have a bedroom. Instead, Arlene made places for me in hers. For me, this was more fun. Imagine, I slept in my dream"s bedroom! Arlene was a clothes and shoe freak. She was one of those women who gave credibility to all those women-clothes jokes. This could have been maddening, except for one thing. Arlene looked good in her wardrobe. The real challenge was finding/making/creating a reason for Arlene and all her glory. The result of all of this was a "strange door". 


Now that I have introduced you to Martin's "Strange Door". let me introduce you to: Nicos "Secret love" 


In time a father spends time with a treasure of a "strange door" 


Researchers found, newborns are more likely to turn their head to the right than to the left. And you know what that means. Some researchers need to get a life. La Guardia Cross is trying his best to be a model husband and father. He has a couple of questions about toddlers. Who better to ask than his 1 year old daughter, Amalah. 
Some may be thinking, "I didn't know 1 year old toddler could talk." A small issue for a new father. "Interview With A Toddler" 

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Experts on romance say for 
a happy marriage there has 
to be more than a passionate 
love. For a lasting union, they 
insist, there must be a genuine 
liking for each other. Which, in 
my book, is a good definition 
for friendship.
Marilyn Monroe

Moment In The Park to Douche Board Commercial 
Lovers' walk in the park takes on a whole new meaning 
Lovers' walk may be a memory if products like the Douche Board are introduced into our lives 


Moment In The Park (English sonnet) 

Another lonely moment in the park
Is all that’s left of lovers once so grand
The people look yet still don’t understand
Why sorrow in him hasn’t left its mark
-
The sunlight saw them strolling hand in hand
As daily they displayed how lovers lark
And on their path would other hearts embark
Till she fell victim to life’s last command
-
The people closed their eyes to moments past
Perhaps her death has put him in some blur
-
They looked at something special which he cast
He walks around with smile which clouds can’t stir
-
What lovers’ secret has his heart amassed
They close their eyes again he is with her


There is nothing hidden in this English sonnet. I depended entirely on painting an endearing picture.

The poem is not about me, though I've seen elderly persons strolling in the park alone and imagined them strolling with there memories. How romantic. In truth, I don't really know. What I do know is: everyone deals with the loss of a loved one differently. Everyone. I speak from years on experience dealing with deaths and separations, and the loss if my Arlene. Oh yes, some of experiences may be similar, but not the same. For me, it was like an unreal shut down. Like a part of my body was no longer there. The things Arlene and I enjoyed doing together, I no longer do, like walks in the park. At first, I was very angry, but this gave way to peace and beauty. I still don't walk in the park. When I was called to the aid of someone who was dealing with a loss or impending loss, the most value I can offer is to honestly listen. Not just act, but honestly listen. If I was asked for advise, I would say I didn't know exactly what they were going through. My response carried more of everything after I lost Arlene.
I was blessed to have lived a dream with Arlene. As we moved on with our dream we enjoyed the memories we made (and survived). Enjoyed. So for us  and those memories, it would not be fitting to be sad. Sure I miss Arlene, but it would be a poor legacy to crown our moments together with anything but life's finest gems. Build memories beyond. Okay, perhaps this poem was more about me than I let on.


Let's add some romantic music: Brad White and Pierre Grill "Lullaby" 

Let's take our walk to the world of laughter 


Did you know that in the 1950s, Hiller's aircraft produced the "Flying Platform", which was similar to the modern concept of the hoverboard? Now-a-days "hoverboards", (those things on wheels) are everywhere. Just as we are dealing with kids (and adults) not getting enough exorcise here comes the hoverboard craze. More and more companies are taking advantage of this money making phenomenon by producing them. Seeing the money making potentials and not wanting to left out in the cold Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla, of Smosh, have produced a commercial for their new and improved Douche Board. 
Walking becoming an inconvenience? "DOUCHE BOARD COMMERCIAL" 
(One problem - Smosh has not made any Douche boards) 

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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, 
love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone 

Friday, January 8, 2016

The Fog to Jess' Big Date 
When the fog clears we find ourselves in the realm of tankas 
When the fog clears we find out what happens when a super spy goes on a date 


The Magic (tanka) 

He spent so much time
Trying to break the secrets
Of the magic show
That he had totally missed
The magic he gave away


The Fog (tanka) 

So strange was the fog
Which had settled in his streets
That cold summer’s day
That when it finally left
He found himself all alone


Settling Hours (tanka) 

The settling hours
Which brought comfort to the day
Now scours through the night
Searching for some reasoning
To make it all feel worth while


Since I have our minds going with these tankas, let's let our minds trip a little further. As many know, I live in San Francisco  I find it hard to believe, that all races of people were not represented in my elementary school. I can't remember. I first learned about race when a teacher, Mr. Land became a major influence in my life. It was then my mother told me all about races, and I found out why my friend Michael wasn't welcome in my house. Michael was Jewish. Mr. Land was black. My mother was a racist. When I entered high school The Chinese gangs, the Joe Boys and the Wah Ching were at war. At the time, a predominately black school, Polytechnic, was closed for repair. Most of the students came to my school,. Galileo. An interesting thing happened. The gang war was put on the back burner so that the gang members could make the blacks' day a living hell. We non-Asian and non-blacks tried not to be seen. I was protected, because I was on stage a lot. My star status gave me certain privileges. I wonder how privileged I'd be if the gang members found out I was seeing a Chinese girl? When I first worked for Chevron, in 1972, all of the executive's floorwalkers were black. Floorwalkers were men who ran errands for the executives. When Chevron realized there might be a problem with this, they brought in an Asian man to be a floorwalker. When Chevron finally saw the error, they eliminated the position of floorwalker. When I joined the Masons in 1991, blacks weren't welcome in all Lodges, even though Masonry is not supposed to be racist. It was explained to me. the fraternity's membership was old and living in a past. I was privileged to be one of the secret members of a "secret" organization who helped correct this idiosyncrasy. When I started courting Amor, my current wife, I took her into my world. I did what every boy does and showed her off. She, being Filipina, I introduced her to the Filipino communities that I frequented. Amor comes from the very poor part of the Philippines. My friends would introduce me to classism.


To take us one step further (or bring us back): Gnarls Barkley "Going On"  

Let's enter the world of dating on another level 

Many people don't know that George Washington was a member of The Culper Spy Ring, an American spy network. His secret code number was 711, like the 7-11 "corner markets". Coincidence!? A little more down to earth but in the realm of Wow, Freddie Wong and Rocket Jump bring us Jess. Jess is an American super spy. Her current assignment has her battling a Russian mob ring. But all that has to be put on hold for now because Jess has a date for the evening. 
What's Jess' secret code number? Watch the video and find out why I'm not telling. "Jess' Big Date" 


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When people ask where I studied 
to be an ambassador, I say my 
neighborhood and my school. 
I've tried to tell my kids that 
you don't wait until you're in 
high school or college to start 
dealing with problems of people 
being different. The younger you 
start, the better.
Andrew Young



Thursday, January 7, 2016

Take My Hand to Conan Helps A Student Driver 
A lover invites his desire to follow their star 
Conan invites a staff member to a driving lesson with some stars 


Take My Hand (Martin verse) 



Come take my hand it’s time for us to go
This isn’t quite the world we’ve come to know
There’s something very different aglow
We better leave before the changes grow
-
Let’s leave a light should any hope still stray
Let’s take our tears and bury them away
For flowers blooming to a strange new day
Come take my hand and we’ll be on our way
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Our star awaits to lead us as we go
For what has passed can’t be that far away
That dream we shared was just the other day
We danced in fields where memories did grow
-
What was has changed mid mist it now does stray
Our search for whys returns I do not know
Bleak shadows loom where once was all aglow
What once so real has somehow lost its way
-
Yet all and all we felt our feelings grow
We met the darkness with our hearts aglow
Let’s leave and make the world we used to know
Come take my hand it’s time for us to go

Another Martin verse.One more time to refresh our memories: Martin verse uses five stanzas of four lines each. Though a meter is desirable, it is not essential. Once eight words are selected they cannot be changed. The first two stanzas introduce the eight words. The third and fourth stanzas mix the words of the first two stanzas. The fifth stanza uses the words of the first stanza, in reverse order. As always, jet me know if you write a Martin verse and I will add a link to the site.

The meaning of this poem is pretty straight forward. Things change. People change. Places that were special to us may no longer be there. Those :high school" kisses come and become a memory, never again (as hard as we try) to be part of today. My beloved San Francisco has changed so much from my younger years. I'm pretty sure many can relate. Most of us miss the way things were. As much as I loved my beautiful city, many of my old mentors and teachers talked about a San Francisco they miss. Many tell us to live in the now. Yesterdays are a memory and tomorrow is a hope. Some even write love poems about it (hint, hint).What choice do we have, really. When I was a houseboy, I came in contact with women who tried to freeze time. A young boy considered them weird, but they were pretty good at trying to live in the past. Yet, time had its way of reminding them it was there.. Knowing we are victims of change, let us make the most of our now. I miss the city of my youth. But oh, what memories were made! Come take my hand.


Let's dance through the what must be with: Tania Maria "Come With Me"


Not only does Conan pay his employees, he gives them driving lessons 


One has to wonder about drivers in Dublin, Georgia, when they have to have a law that forbids driving through playgrounds. I'm pretty sure Dianna Chang is better than that. Who is Dianna Change? She is a staffer member on the Conan show. Conan O'Brien has stepped forward to teach Dianna how to drive. Is Conan qualified to teach anyone how to drive? To help him out are Ice Cube and Kevin Hart. 
Are they qualified? Let's watch and find out. "Ice Cube, Kevin Hart And Conan Help A Student Driver - CONAN on TBS" 

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If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, 
live in the moment, live in the breath. 
Amit Ray

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Still She Dreams to Crafting with Kids: Fantasy vs Reality 
A young lady has her dreams to protect her 
A parent has her fantasy to protect her 


Still She Dreams (repeating poem) 

And still she dreams off into night
What shapes this hope which holds her sight
The streams that flow were once delight
Gone is the one who held her tight
And still she dreams
And still she dreams
-
What does she see in nothing there
What secret wish commands the air
What whispered spark now holds her stare
Just why he left she’s unaware
Amid her streams
And still she dreams
-
Fair princess searching realms of why
She searches as her flowers die
Just emptiness to hear her cry
He didn’t even say goodbye
And so it seems
And still she dreams
-
He’s there to hold her in his arms
His kisses take the place of harms
What he made cold his tears now warms
To bring her back to all his charms
Tomorrow gleams
And still she dreams


Here is an example of a repeating poem. The last line of each stanza  ("And still she dreams") does not change, And yet, though the words do not change, the picture expressed does change.

Not to brag (too much), but in high school and college I was a real heart breaker. A fact that won't strike home for many years. One of the things I did for the San Francisco Masons was to work with their youth groups (the Job''s Daughters, the Rainbow Girls and the DeMolay). In the Job's Daughters their was this delightful and extraordinarily intelligent girl, Kat or Katelynn, She was the one who convinced me to stay with the fraternity, when I was going to leave, in 2000. Kat got herself a boyfriend. She told me, the lady in charge and all the other girls about him. Every weekend Kat and her boyfriend spent the day together. We know because Kat would relate every detail with us. And if you missed something, she would be happy to repeat each detail. Funny. None of it got tiresome or boring. It was a relationship made in heaven. Imagine that perfect teenage love. That was it. One night, at a special event, I and the lady in charge were talking to Kat's mother. I asked about Kat's boyfriend. Kat's mom told us the sad story. Kat had fallen for a guy. The boy snubbed her without even giving her a chance or an explanation. Kat cried for days and even missed some school. Then, the mom related, Kat returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. As Katelynn's mom unfold the story, the deeds of a heart breaker came back to tear at a heart.
(The lady in charge was able. with time, help Kat.)


To go with this poem: Holly Smith "A Lover´s Tale" 

Let's lighten things up as a parent confesses 


Studies show the average household uses 14.3 meters of cellophane tape every year, but out of this, only 3.2 meters is used for wrapping presents. Where the rest of the tape going and who is performing these studies? One possible answer is: the tape is being used on arts and crafts. Which for some of us brings up another issue. If we are new to or have never done arts and crafts there might be a difference between fantasy and reality, as Deva Dalporto of My Life Suckers suffers through, in her family's latest video. 
Rather than becoming discouraged, this video is to encourage us to laugh and practice first. "Crafting with Kids: Fantasy vs. Reality" 


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Love is the most beautiful of dreams 
and the worst of nightmares. 
Aman Jassal

My Sleep to "Wake Me Up" - without music 
What keeps this soul from its sleep 
Perhaps it is the sound of Wham 


My Sleep (poem)

Alone at night in my bedroom
This world of comfort far from doom
There with but one last call to keep
To close my eyes and go to sleep
Rest to reap
Mind to sweep
-
A shadow woke my sense’s sight
As strange new feelings met the night
Ponderous fears began to heap
As I approached the edge of sleep
Thoughts now leap
Passions weep
-
What do you want to end your search
I shouted out to end my lurch
As tears forgotten start to steep
From somewhere deep within a sleep
Heart now weep
Secret keep
-
Responding shadow turned away
The truth I knew it wouldn’t say
A memory I buried deep
Another dream another sleep
Years now sweep
Fate to reap
-
Regret now made the darkness grow
Regret that I refused to know
I felt the shadow in me creep
To rouse the soul there sound asleep
Hidden deep
Comes a peep
-
But sadly sun awakes the morn
Another day alone is born
Until this endless cycle keep
And once again I go to sleep




Another style of poetry. Each stanza leads off with an independent rhyme. This is followed by a sleep rhyme and concludes with an abbreviation of the "sleep" rhyme. The abbreviation is missing from the last stanza because the speaker went to "sleep".

Arlene was gone. We had been together since 1966. Childhood sweethearts. A remarkable dream. But now she's gone. The loss of someone near and dear is different for each individual. I cannot advice anyone how deal with so great a loss. I had friends, family and associates looking after me for a long time. I had a lot of projects to keep my attention occupied. I had spent years doing funerals and in hospitals with the sick and dying. I was okay with the days, but there were the nights. I wish I could tell you that I saw Arlene's ghost/spirit. I did not. But, like the poem, there was something.
On another note, I had spent years studying spirituality. I admit there may be honest spiritualists out there, but I had the misfortune of running into too many charlatans. When i first bought my house, my family thought it was haunted. It did behave strangely. One by one I was able to solve and put an end to each mystery. I was one of those who wanted to know how the trick was done rather than enjoying the magician's show. Point? Had I trained myself not to see ghosts/spirits?
Now, I have adopted this theory: it's okay for an old man to believe in fairytales. As long as it doesn't hurt anybody or anything and I don't impose my beliefs on anyone else, what harm can it do? By adopting this new outlook i see a world where much more is possible. Who knows? Maybe I'll see Arlene again.


To go along with this theme: DulceSky "I Dreamt of You" 

A little more disturbing - Wham- Okay a lot more disturbing 


Did you know the first alarm clock came from Greece? It operated by water and was invented by Plato. Greece also gave us Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou. We may know him better as George Michael. In 1981 he and his friend Andrew Ridgeley to form the group named Wham. Many wonder how George got to be so popular. To help us find an answer to this puzzle House of Halo has taken the hit "Wake Me Up" and removed all the music. 
Are we ready for this? "#WITHOUTMUSIC / Wake Me Up - Wham!" 
(I give up.) 


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The future belongs to those who believe 
in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Monday, January 4, 2016

The Sunset Calling to Other Side Of Adele's "Hello" 
As one soul hears sunset calling  
Another answers to Adele's calling 


The Sunset Calling (free form poem) 

Search the sunset calling
Calling after me
Over meadows
Over blossoms
Over seasons of tomorrow
-
Searching sunset’s calling
Calling after me
Over all hopes
Over those dreams
Over the eyes taught how to see
-
And what did one expect to hear
Over the winds
Over the sands
-
Familiarly different view
Over the hills
Over the clouds
-
Reaching across what all has done
Over this span
Over this care
-
Searched for sunset’s calling
Calling after me
Over long years
Over false fears
Over the hands hoping to touch
-
And there in one’s glory it rests
Over the day
Over the fuss
-
Over the tears
Over the Joys
Over asking
Over reasons
Over all else
Over once more
-
Over


Is this truly a free form poem? There is no rhyme (intended). But look at the structure. The poem starts out with a sense of order. As "over" takes command of the poem, this "sense of order" dissipates. As the poem continues, the speaker tries to return to the original flow. But we see what happens.

Depending on where we are on life's path, this poem's message is quite different. I have been blessed with an unusual and rich life. Yes, I am old. But in today's world, there is so much more open to the old person. I, on the other hand, am struck with a disease that is robbing me of my body. So I clearly see my two worlds: possibilities and reality. For those younger than me, remember how life made me young again and let me relive my disco days. Proof that that kind of thing does really happen. We exist in a realm of possibilities. At the end of this is who really knows, I am a Christian. I personally believe there is something after death. Having studied the bibles for over five years, I sadly sense its meaning has been altered. (This is just my opinion.) I have shared the story of Jake who died happy with his life. He was Jewish. I got in trouble for pointing out the non-religious truths which the bible is flowing with. Consider the laws of natural physics. The point of all these floating ideas is: We should live our lives to the fullest. We should live our lives to our own satisfaction. When it is over it is over. Let's make our over into an over.


Now let's listen to another sunset calling: Mi "Sunset" 

Hold everything, Adele calling 



Today's mobile phones have more computing power than the computers used for the Apollo 11 moon landing. I'm pretty sure this was not what was being discussed at a business meeting when Adele called. The team at College Humor have put together a video giving their theory on the meaning of Adele's hit song, even though Adele has made public the true story behind the song "Hello!?" 
Well, the routine is pretty funny. "The Other Side Of Adele's 'Hello'" 


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Don't you ever get the feeling 
that all your life is going by 
and you're not taking advantage 
of it? Do you realize you've lived 
nearly half the time you have 
to live already? 
Ernest Hemingway