Saturday, January 30, 2016

There We Stood to If Adults Acted Like Children 
Follow two lovers as they grow older 
What if we didn't grow older 

         (Yes, that's Arlene and me back in the 70s

There We Stood (free form poem) 

A teardrop’s flow
Which led to a kiss
Those summer nights
And all the magic youth will brings
And there we stood
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The city’s glow
As we sipped the wine
Of our wedding day
So high upon our mountain top
And there we stood
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We didn’t know
The thistle and thorns
Which constantly grew
In our luscious spring garden
And there we stood
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So we would grow
Learning how to dance
Learning how to trust
Learning the power of freedom
And there we stood
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Such dreams we’d show
Others wondrous eyes
Who entered our world
Of timeless possibilities
And there we stood
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Then came life’s blow
Kiss my morning
The bright scent of flowers
As she didn’t rise from our bed
And there I stood


This is an interesting poem. once we get passed the sadness. The last line, of each stanza seems to change as the couple grows. Yes, all the first lines rhyme and have a four beat pattern. This was done to symbolize life's order. 

There's really not much to add. This was a synopsis of our time together. Having been blessed to have this happen to me I would like to pass this along. There is more to life than "reason" would have us believe. I lived a dream that most could only hope for. Arlene and I passed through deserts of thorns to mountains of rich forevers. Perhaps you are a traveler too. Perhaps you live a dream too. Perhaps this poem is an affirmation. 


A montage capturing another magic couple: Elton John - an instrumental version of - "Your Song" 


Before we wish to be young forever 


According to internet sources, anywhere from 42% to 47% of teenagers can text with their eyes closed. That is, if we can believe anything we read over the internet. Ian Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla, of Smosh, have conducted a study of their own. They wanted to know what it would be like if adults acted like kids. (I can hear what some of us are thinking.) The following video contains their findings. 
That is, if we can believe anything we see over the internet. "IF ADULTS ACTED LIKE CHILDREN" 

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Love is the emblem of eternity; 
it confounds all notion of time: 
effaces all memory of a beginning, 
all fear of an end.
Madame de Stael
Dream On to Dear Kitten: Beginning 
Lovers dance their way through memories 
A cat shares with a kitten youth's memories 


Dream On (Italian sonnet) 

We danced on clouds which whisked us far away
That sleeping lovers hopes might dawn anew
A vision cast to set a heart to stray
Dream on young dreamers show them what is true
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We laced each kiss with mists of what will be
That from this mist might blossom long lost tune
Forgotten in a younger memory
Dream on young dreamers shepherds of the moon
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Through shrouds of doubt in things that didn’t last
Through shattered trust in what was sold as real
Through fears of mistakes surging from the past
Through lovers’ hearts that lost their youthful zeal
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We chanced a promise in each other’s eyes
That other lights which long for flight won’t fade
Our love will show us where tomorrow lies
Dream on young dreamers through the realms love made


An Italian sonnet or Word Wizardry? This poem is packed with word play, metaphor and structure onto structure. One can get lost in the layers of complexity. Therein lies a meaning and the madness of this sonnet. Through the complexity of the life and times these dreamers shared; something that holds them together to face tomorrow. 

Remember the best kiss I ever had? It was the goodnight kiss after the first dance Arlene and I went to, way back in high school. The same dance where Arlene said, "Oh my God, this guy can't dance!" It took years to teach me. Arlene was patient and pressed on, though I was a slow learner and the worst dancer imaginable. The gifts and talents I enjoyed as a singer was taken from my dancing. But dancing was important to Arlene, so she stuck to it and so did I. 
I don't need to go on too far. We can all agree, life offers up its challenges. I can share some of mine, but it is much more real to remember, to reflect on those we survived personally or with that someone special. I, and Arlene,, traveled with those dreamers whose lives didn't tun out as we planned. We all (I hope) have our own ways of dealing with life' challenges and changes. What do you do when life gets "Too Much"? Arlene and I danced. 


Okay you dreamers, are you ready for this: Rue du Soleil "In My Heart" 

It seems we humans aren't alone with our memories 


Stubbs The Cat is, and has been, the mayor of Talkeetna, Alaska since 1997. (Stubbs's position is honorary, as the town is only a "historical district".) Another famous cat is Grumpy Cat: A Snowshoe cat. who has been recognized as the world's grumpiest cat. Coming up in popularity are the two cats in the Friskies ads, "Dear Kitten", made by BuzzFeeds Video. In these commercials an older cat give his insights to a kitten. In this presentation the older cat shares his childhood memories with the kitten. 
Friskies and BuzzFeed are proud to announce that these ads have become popular with people, whether they are cat enthusiasts or not. "Dear Kitten: Beginning // Presented By BuzzFeed & Friskies" 


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We don't develop courage by 
being happy every day. We 
develop it by surviving difficult 
times and challenging adversity.
Barbara de Angelis

Thursday, January 28, 2016

He Cried to Hot Dog Suit Social Experiment 
A boy feeds off of his mother's love 
But who feeds off of a suit made oh hot dogs 


He Cried (lyrical poem) 

He cried and she would stroke his hair
He cried and she came to his side
He cried and she showed he’s her pride
He cried and she was always there
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Oh mother you love your son so
For him you would give all you know
He’d shine and you’d stand in his glow
For him you would bear any blow
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He cried and she would fix his food
He cried and she cleaned up his room
He cried ‘cause she failed she’d assume
He cried never knowing it’s crude
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Oh mother you love your son so
Yet why won’t you let a man grow
He still has so much he can show
Time’s passed for you two to let go
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He cried for his friends were too few
He cried ‘cause the money was good
He cried now assuming he should
She died and now what will he do


As this verse begins, we have a mother who is concerned about her son. As we enter into the second verse (the third stanza), and the boy is still crying, we sense that there is something wrong. As we arrive at the last verse, there is definitely something wrong. Note that there is no final chorus ("Oh mother..."). Not only did the mother die, but the damage is so severe. Another interesting thing about this poem is the effect of the repetition of the words, "He cried". If this repetition had the desired effect we should feel the sharp disturbance of the relationship. 

No, this poem was not about me or any of my brothers. But, I couldn't have written a poem like this if I didn't have some insight..Perhaps we all have had some visions of this, one way or another. In particular there was this security guard, Douglas. To be fair to Douglas, most of what I "know" about him were the rumors of his coworkers. Evidently, he, though in his 30s, still lived with mother. She had left her husband when Douglas was very young. Rumor has it that he didn't have any friends. I met his mother several times, as she would often bring him his lunch and share it with him. Seeing the two together, one would think Douglas was just a young school boy. Weird would be putting it moderately. If anyone saw these two interact, they would be taken to the worst mother babying her son nightmare ever. The story gets weirder. Douglas, mother died. Rumor has it, Douglas couldn't bury her. Douglas left his home and slept at work. When Chevron found out he was making his home there, they got him help to find a place to live. Douglas was found dead on the stairs of his apartment. Evidently he shot himself. 

As always: if there are any songwriters in need of some lyrics, help yourself. I ask for nothing, except a copy of the song.


Let's paint a more normal picture of mother: Jerry Vale "Mamma" 

Leave it to a YouTuber to turn a hot dog into a social experiment 


There are many stories where the hot dog came from. My favorite is one told by Harry M. Stevens, an American sports concessionaire whose vendors sold German sausages at the old New York Polo Grounds. He called them "Dachshund sandwiches", but a New York Post cartoonist "couldn't spell dachshund, so when he drew the cartoon, he called them hot dogs.Now if we believe this, we are ready for a social experiment carried out  by Brax Donovan. Brax wants to show us the true nature of people. To do this, for some reason, he has made a suit covered with hot dogs. (No buns.) 
WARNING -This video may not be for hot dog lovers. "Hot Dog Suit Social Experiment" 


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No language can express the power, and beauty, 
and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. 
It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows 
stronger where man faints, and over wastes 
of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its 
quenchless fidelity like a star. 
Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Upon The Sunset to Molly On 'The Bachelor' 
Two lovers relive a lasting kiss 
One lover relives a kiss lasting hope 


Upon The Sunset (Italian sonnet) 

Upon the sunset song of long ago
A deep caress of moments once they knew
Within their eyes remains that special glow
When vast forevers always seemed too few
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Upon the sunset whispers of a dream
Each heartbeat shared its turn within life’s dance
Theirs were the source of wonder’s fullest gleam
Theirs were the wonders treasures of romance
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Soft teardrops leave their mark upon a page
A memory amid the Joys and pain
The times when flames of passion freely rage
And kisses had all meaning to explain
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Upon the sunset date has come to close
And all draws to a lasting kiss goodnight
Which scents the winds of sleep which gently blows
Two lovers toward their everlasting light


A typical Italian love sonnet with a little extra. The secret lies in the refrain "Upon the sunset". This refrain does not appear in the conflict stanza (the third). This is more of a drift than a conflict. The repeating refrain carries multiple meanings. It is intended to be a "doorway". If this poem takes us to other realms. Go with it. 

Do we recall our best kiss? I remember mine. It was after the first dance I went to with Arlene. Arlene's school was within walking distance of her house (5 blocks). The dance was held in her school gym, complete with nuns. Arlene went to a Catholic school..I walked Arlene home, with a quick stop at the ice cream shop. I kissed Arlene many, many times before that night. In fact, I think we kissed before going to get those ice cream cones. Then at Arlene,s stairs, out of sight of her front window, where her father was watching, Arlene and I shared a goodnight kiss. I would be the best kiss of my life. There was something indescribably special in it, to it. Perhaps it was just the ice cream, but sunsets after sunsets we tried reliving that kiss. In the final sunset a star carries that kiss. Don't believe me? Do we recall our best kiss? 


How about a love song to go with our memories: Al Green "Lets Stay Together" 


The perfect date can be in the mind of a dreamer 


The science of kissing is called philematology. Oddly, some find it hard to remember this while kissing. Many of us are familiar with "The Bachelor", a dating style game show, where a bachelor chooses a wife from a group of eligible ladies vying for the position. Molly is one of those eligible ladies  In this video the bachelor has selected Molly to go out on the big date with him. 
As we are about to find out, Molly is kind of special. "Molly On 'The Bachelor': S20 E4 Recap" 


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The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, 
century to century, from age to age. 
Men and women garner these kisses, 
offer them to others and then die in turn. 
Guy de Maupassant

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Pain to Nuclear Hiccup 
One man searches for the pain's refrain 
While another deals with his hiccup's refrain 


The Pain (poem) 

Persistent dreams won’t explain
Source of this meaningless pain
Echoed in nightly refrain
Which has me in endless before
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Silence I wished to obtain
Something to deaden the pain
Reason is sought to attain
This spark which has opened my soul
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Myself I fought to maintain
Person pursued by some pain
Mindless of nothing to gain
Uncertain of just where we were
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One voice would make itself plain
Shouts from the incessant pain
Shouts meant to drive one insane
I turned to a window for air
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As I went bleakness hailed rain
Drops which awakened more pain
Screams which would enter my brain
As from window something went wrong
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Once more I awake in my dread
Uncertain of just where we were
Again in my endless before
Empty window to my pain


It is hard to put a tag on this. Not only does each second line of each stanza (except the final) end with the word "pain". Not only do almost all the lines rhyme with pain. Not only does everything but the pain disappear in the last stanza. (The first 5 stanzas follow a 7, 7, 7, 8 meter.) But this poem is an example of using a set pattern to toy with imaginations. 

There are a number of ways to take this poem. That may be one of the reasons some people are drawn to such expressions. Have we ever been plagued or revisited by something? If it's pleasurable, we don't mind. In fact, we may look forward to these experiences. Now, negative, troubling or painful experiences tend to trouble most people. Sometimes we fixate on these experiences. Sometimes they weigh heavily on us; consuming us. Sometimes they make their ways into our daily lives. Our dreams are their common playgrounds; Or when we are tired. Their causes are many. Their power can be minute to deadly. Their reason for existence may be simple or beyond us.  And when and if it finally leaves, it never completely leaves. We are changed. May all your fixations be pleasant. May all of our changes be the beauty of the day. 


To go with the poem: Tune Mer Jaana, Kabhi Nahi Jaana "Emptiness" 

If we are not confused yet, this should do it 


Ed Wood's Plan 9 From Outer Space is considered by some, the worst movie of all times. Some go so far as to call it the nuclear bomb of movies. Speaking of nuclear bombs, RocketJump just released a video. It seems a group of terrorists may have planted a bomb. Special agent, John Jones has been dispatched to deal with the situation. There is only one challe... challe... challe...Excuse me. I have the hiccups. 
While I'm standing on my head and counting to 20 (to cure my hiccup), why don't you enjoy the video. "Nuclear Hiccup" 


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When you get into a tight place and everything goes 
against you, till it seems you could not hang on a minute 
longer, never give up then, for that is just the place 
and time that the tide will turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe

Monday, January 25, 2016

Phone Calls to When You Get An Unexpected Call 
One girl waits for this phone call 
Another girl gets a phone call unsuspected 


Phone Calls (English sonnet) 

Another night will find him on the phone
Unfolding magic for a faithful ear
In meaning only lovers’ hearts can hear
Assurances that they are not alone
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The music in his whispers become clear
As yearnings learn the meaning of postpone
And promises of kisses may atone
Wherever their tomorrows will appear
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And as he sings the shadows gently sigh
For even they now miss the light of day
When they withheld warm secrets from the sun
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But for his songs they offer no reply
For even they now wish the tears away
To days before these phone calls had begun


I've used this style of story/sonnet before using the English sonnet form. In the quatrains we are privy to a lover's phone call. With the triplets a mystery develops and unfolds. It is up to us to let our imagines to settle. 

Oh the joys of being human. Oh, the wonders of our imagination. Have any doubts? Look at that thing in front of us. That thing of imaginations. That thing we call the computer. We are living in a time when technology is giving imagination wings.
Then there is love. How many of us have been sucked into the unexplainbility of it? Scientists would have us believe love is just chemical activity in the brain. If that is true, how sad. I believe there is more to it. The flowers smell sweeter. The day is brighter. The promise of tomorrow is grander. But, if we want to believe the scientists, That's okay.
Now, put love and imagination together. The union could be heavenly. Heavenly, unless we find ourselves somehow in strange waters. Let's say our someone special is no longer there or cannot call us. We may add an endless dark scenarios to this tale of tears. As in the poem, imagination takes over and distorts reality.In the poem, we have used a phone. But, how many of us have seen some example of this, in other forms, in someone we have come in contact with? Imagination becomes real, because of the loss of a loved one. Or love using imagination to protect a heart. 


All this calls for a good song: John Legend "Hello It's Me" 

Ghosts come in many forms 


Ever hear of phantom vibration syndrome? This is when we hear our cell phone ringing or feel it vibrating when it is really not. Phantom vibration syndrome is not harmful. The studies as to the cause(s) are still going on. More ghostly is an incident experienced by a teenage babysitter. She was watching after a neighbor's child, when a terrifying strange sound broke the peace of the evening. 
Yes, this has something to do with a mobile device. "When You Get An Unexpected Call" 


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The loss of young first love is so painful 
that it borders on the ludicrous.
Maya Angelou

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Her Name to Substitute Teacher 
A name can change the world 
Names and a substitute teacher change a reality 


Her Name (poem) 

The world seemed so much clearer when I didn’t know her name
The sun rose every morning all the flowers smelled the same
And the music of the birds it had nothing to proclaim
My world seemed so much freer when I didn’t know her name
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My heartbeat was much clearer with no passions then to tame
And language was much freer with no words of love to frame
To amble through one more day was my only special aim
The world seemed so much simpler when I didn’t know her name
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And then the simple moonlight rich with kisses as its game
Amid the stars in heaven here the words I love you came
Poor me before I knew it was imprisoned by a flame
A world never existed when I didn’t know her name


This poem is more than a long progression of the same rhyme. To some it is boring. To some it is maddening. Compulsive, obsessive, simplistic, trapped and tapped are other thoughts that come to mind. But let's not put aside what this poem is about. Would we like one more insight? What is her name? 

All you lovers, have you ever shared the world with someone not in a relationship? How can the same world look so differently. Sure, we are all individuals. But there is something more. My wife and childhood sweetheart, Arlene, died in 2002. My friend and associates got me through it. Plus, I was extremely busy. Not so busy to notice that somehow the world had changed. Not only because Arlene was not part of it anymore There was something more (or should I say less). Because I was a single man, working with a lot of kids, the Masons thought it might look better if I were seen with a woman. After 4 years I met and fell in love with Amor, my present wife. More than this. The world had returned.
For those who think I'm selling that everyone should be lovers, remember we are all different. The poem does point out some of the benefits of love relationships. It also hints at some of the down sides. And there is the main question. The speaker doesn't mention her name. Enjoy your world. 


I'm sure you have a favorite song with someone's name. For me it's: The Beatles l  "Michelle" 

The Namefest is far from over 


The world famous fashion model doll and kid's toy Barbie’s real name is Barbara Millicent Roberts. Try telling this to Mr; Garvey (Jordan Peele of Key & Peele) an inner city substitute teacher. As we are about to find out, Mr. Garvey has some issues with names. 
A clever thing about this very funny sketch is the similarities of the names. You'll see. "Key & Peele - Substitute Teacher" 


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If I'm gonna tell a real story, 
I'm gonna start with my name.
Kendrick Lamar

Silence Of Hope to The White Room 
A seriously ill man meets the unknown 
Informed of his death a man awaits the unknown 


Silence Of Hope (Italian sonnet) 

He sat and listened to my songs of pain
And when I cried he washed away my tears
His silence seemed to lay claim to all fears
His silence filled the air with hope’s refrain
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For I had fallen seriously ill
The doctors’ silence heightened my dismay
My world of friends seemed very far away
Except this one who would my darkness fill
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But who was he who deep in silence waits
That shadow of a moment of the past
My eyes unclear of memories he cast
Yet through my heart a meaning he relates
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To some unknown the soul of me was drawn
A silence of a nothing all around
Was then I heard familiar fateful sound
And I awoke to find that he had gone


This Italian sonnet needs little explanation, We start of with setting a scene. Then we get a little background information. In the third quatrain we glimpse into the speaker's mind. Now the last stanza! This is where we let our imaginations free. What happened? 

We are all told of the importance of calling, visiting or getting a message to our suffering friends. There is something real in it. I cannot explain it. When I joined Freemasonry, one of my mentors guided me to strengthening my influence. One of the avenues we used was visiting my sick and shut in Masonic brothers. Oh yes, visiting the down trodden for political gains. As disturbing as this sounds, something strange started happening in the third year of this practice. People got well! (Not all.) Whether it was me or the legend of Martin, the success stories grew. I did noting special. I was just that Martin they knew from Lodge. I am not nor do I believe myself to be a "miracle worker". I have no special powers, yet people improved. The point of all this is that there really is something more. I have witnessed, first hand, "powerful" faith-healers where people went up in wheelchairs and came back down still in wheelchairs. So what makes people respond to our kind hand? There is something more at work. Spiritual or yet to be discovered. Whether the speaker in the poem passed on or not, let us not put aside our influence on those who matter to us. 


I thought a little inspirational classics might be fitting: 
William Byrd "I Have Longed for Thy Saving Health" 

Get ready to learn absolutely nothing 


The Disaster Cafe, in Lloret de Mar, Spain, is one of the weirdest restaurants on earth. While enjoying a lovely meal patrons can also enjoy a 7.8 earthquake. Somewhere else, Cody is told he is dead. He is now in the White Room, undergoing an interview, before he proceeds to the hereafter. He is given the privilege of having a few questions answered. 
Spoiler alert - Neither The Disaster Cafe nor this video, made by Chris and Jack, are approved by any recognized religion. "THE WHITE ROOM" 


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We must accept finite disappointment, 
but never lose infinite hope.
Martin Luther King, Jr.