Saturday, February 6, 2016

The Last Goodbye to Hispanic Titanic 
Memories give way to madness of the last goodbye 
Memories give way to laughter in a Hispanic version of Titanic 


The Last Goodbye (English sonnet) 

Was this the place we shared our last goodbye
The foggy streets have moved within my mind
The clarities of memories declined
Till darkness helps imagination fly
-
What answers are yet lurking far behind
What was it which a heart could not deny
What is it that the silent scents imply
Conclusion to which madness was assigned
-
Yet I recall how tender was that kiss
The lasting tears she shared within my arms
With thoughts that I refused to understand
-
That life of precious moments came to this
As ever’s mist now temples all her charms
Was this the place where knife dropped from my hand


We weren't expecting that ending. We already had a mysterious scene. We already had a lost lover. The second quatrain contained an ostinato of questions. In the first triplet we learn that the couple shared a last kiss. As the sonnet draws to an end and gets more ethereal, the first sentence begins again but deliver ths shocking conclusion. 

No, this sonnet was not about me (specifically). Okay I'll explain what I mean by that and maybe shed some light on where this sonnet came from. When I was younger, Arlene broke up with me. It was painful and maddening. Anyone who went through one of these major breakups knows what I mean.  We got back together. 
When we moved into the home we bought, it behaved strangely. Near sunset unexplainable lights would dance on the walls. The sound of someone walking came from the front room. The sound of someone talking came from the fireplace.The family was scared and wanted me to do something. Sadly, I discovered the reasons behind all these "could have been fun" and fixed them. The house was not haunted. My belief in the supernatural was damaged. 
San Francisco has a great Chinatown Ghost Walking Tour.It was so good Arlene and I took it several times. The tour guides were spectacular, to put it lightly. They brought their stories to life. One of their stories was of this handsome young man who,sensing a breakup, killed three of his lovers before the ladies could say goodbye. (I don't tell it as well as the tour guides do.) 
So there we have it. Put these three together... Well, it was a pretty good poem - sonnet. 


How about this to go with all of this: Amethystium "Strangely Beautiful" 

We move from one maddening breakup scene to another 


Did you know that for the movie "Titanic", 20th Century Fox wanted both Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise for the lead, but James Cameron insisted on Leonardo DiCaprio. The Atlantic Ocean is real big. The reason I mention this is: while Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio where shooting the famous death scene, somewhere else Lele Pons and Rudy Mancuso were filming a Hispanic version of this heart breaking moment. 
Here, we are proud (at least until the video starts) to preset the little seen Hispanic version of the "Titanic" death scene. "HISPANIC TITANIC w/" 

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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth 
until the hour of separation. 
Kahlil Gibran

Tear Past Tomorrow to Drake-A-Wish 
A tear helps a lover recover through his loss 
Drake helps people recover through their tragedy 


Tear Past Tomorrow (changing poem) 

A tear past tomorrow is waiting for me
Past nights without dreams its path sets me free
A promise which strains the course which I see
The death of my Joy my grim destiny
-
Each heartbeat each breath is her memory
Each kiss of the dawn are things that won’t be
The whisper of tear to free me from pain
She waits beyond time and this misery
-
I wrestle with truth or mad fantasy
I cry to my soul to help make things plain
But on went the voice with morbid refrain
A river a tide an unruly sea
-
Give me a reason some will to sustain
Is death blessing’s answer to all of this strain
Does final surrender my always regain
Or will all this cross my eternity
-
But there rose a feeling no words could explain
The Joys of a past now I must maintain
The richness the treasure each thrill to sustain
If tear past tomorrow with meaning shall reign 


The structure of this poem is pretty clear. We start off with one rhyme and end with another. As the rhyme changes, so does the speaker. An interesting thought thrown into this poem: The theme "tear past tomorrow" appears in the first and last sentences. 

How many times have challenges disrupted our world causing us to wander in confusion until an answer makes itself clear? Sometimes the answer was there all along, but we were so stressed, confused, disoriented to see it. 
Yes, this poem is about me and the loss of my first wife and childhood sweetheart, Arlene. The poem pretty much says it all. It was as real as you can imagine, except that I lived trough it and at times it seemed unreal. With the help of family, friends and associates I got through it. I began to see all the great moments we made. Moments so great, they do not deserve anything but to carry on. 
Back to us and our challenges. We have all faced the unexpected. Maybe not as harsh as mine. Maybe much harsher. Life is full of changes. And one of things that makes most humans uncomfortable is change. We should be comfortable in our abilities. The answer is there. Like the poem, we may have to wrestle through a forest of issues, but we must ( for the sake of "moments") find the answer, calling to us.
But we knew that. 


Why did I choose this song: Andy Williams "September Song" 

From the serious to the are you serious 


Canada gave the world many great things. Like the egg carton. The egg carton was patterned in 1918 by British Colombian newspaper publisher Joseph Coyle. Canada also gave us the rapper, singer, songwriter Aubrey Drake Graham better known as Drake. Now we all know of Drake's hit songs. But Ian Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla (of Smosh) have uncovered  Drake-A-Wish foundation., stated by Drake. 
We could go over the many things the foundation does, but let's enjoy Smosh's video. "DRAKE-A-WISH" 


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Lend your ears to music, 
open your eyes to painting, 
and... stop thinking! Just ask 
yourself whether the work 
has enabled you to 'walk 
about' into a hitherto unknown 
world. If the answer is yes, 
what more do you want?
Wassily Kandinsky

Friday, February 5, 2016

The Meadow Of Before to President Obama Alaska makeover 
Two lovers discover the meadow of before 
President Obama discovers Alaska 


The Meadow Of Before (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The flowers grace the meadow of before
The field where dreams and fairy tales were made
Each heart fulfilled with promises of more
And all which life held precious it displayed
-
Behold the pasture rich in fantasy
Where hopes became the season’s Joyous bloom
This gift from heaven perfect as can be
That day forever fell within its flume
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And in this land there was no place for time
The minutes seconds hours all the same
The music’s endless moments were sublime
And flowers of hereafter souls would claim
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The meadow of before does yet persist
Its beauties started dancing when we kissed 


A standard Shakespearean love sonnet. A lover expounds a realm that comes to life when he and his beloved kiss. The conflict stanza (the third quatrain) still exists, but in a much, much lighter form. And guess what happens when this sonnet is over. 

Call me a romantic, but I find something special in women. Something beyond kisses, beyond intimacy, beyond attraction. Perhaps it's just me. Perhaps I was fortunate to run into special ladies. Perhaps my world was a bit too dreamy. It's hard to put into words. I'm taken away. I'm hoping some of you can relate. I wish that I learned about this realm from Arlene. Or from Malona, my first real kiss. My appreciation of women. and my introduction to the hidden possibilities of magic came (was opened) through Valerie. Valerie was a school friend of mine, She became a model, a singer and a dancer. Valerie was my main model when I was a photographer. She became my singer when I took my songs into the studio. I have never kissed Valerie. But, all those hours watching her put on her make-up, listening to her rehearse my music, being by her side as her marriage disintegrated, taught me to wander through wonders. A thank you gift from an old friend? This gift would let me see, let me enjoy, let me understand Arlene more fully. And with this kiss Amor, my present wife, enjoy the meadow of before. 


How about a bit of romantic music: Giovanni Marradi "Garden of Dreams" 

From the meadow of love to the wilderness of silliness  


Alaska is the only state name that you can type on one row of a keyboard. I learned that from Sarah Palin. If you haven't heard, in December President Obama went to explore Alaska with famed British adventurer Edward Michael "Bear" Grylls. The whole thing was aired on the NBC series "Running Wild with-Bear-Grylls". If you missed seeing this episode, Yea It's Funny has put a copy on YouTube.
Now for our entertainment: "President Obama & Bear Grylls Wear Makeup" 
(Wait a minute, That's not what happened. Sarah!) 

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And when the day arrives I'll become the sky 
and I'll become the sea and the sea 
will come to kiss me for I am going home. 
Nothing can stop me now.
Trent Reznor

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Remember Freedom’s Fields to Avocados From Mexico Ad 
Remember the freedoms we had 
Remember those creatures from Earth 


Remember Freedom’s Fields (villanelle) 

Remember fields where once we use to play
The freedom of our hopes was by our side
Quite strangely they seem different today
-
Well seasoned sunshine took us far away
We saw tomorrows dazed and starry eyed
Remember fields where once we use to play
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There were ideals which we could not betray
Within our hearts was carried heroes’ pride
Quite strangely they seem different today
-
What children would enjoy soldiers would pay
So cherished dreams would never be denied
Remember fields where once we use to play
-
Confusion came and dreams have lost their way
The monuments and reason people died
Quite strangely they seem different today
-
And here we are to wander our dismay
As blood familiar comes with every tide
Remember fields where once we use to play
Quite strangely they seem different today


It has been a while since we had a villanelle here. Villanelles are harder to compose than sonnets, because two lines cannot be changed and must be worked in to the poem's progress. I have used this form to illustrate the slow decay of our freedom. 

It is very hard to enter a public building and be searched. It actually is one of the things that make me glad I am old and not long for this world. We are being watched and it is getting easier. When I worked for Chevron, I learned how easy it was to control and move the mob. Our fear is used against us. We gladly give up our freedoms  for a sense of security, Let's put the cost of all this "security" aside. We have found out that much of this "security" does not really work (to the point of embarrassment). Then there are grave yards filled with the bodies of faithful mother's sons, who sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we so easily give away. Imagine yourself in a personnel carrier hearing the machine gun fire, knowing that you might most certainly die. All this so a child might be searched as a terrorist, our TVs can be used to watch us, our phones can provide information about us that baffles the mind, the media sells us "truths" that suits some greater unknown need. What is even worse, each successive generation gets used to the status quo. I am glad to have lived in "the best of times". I believe there will once again come a time (there are signs) when people realize their power and reclaim the freedom lost and history repeats itself.


Until that time, enjoy: Samuel Francis Smith "America" 

History - When was the last time we went to a museum 


If you're ever in La Crosse, Kansas, be sure to visit The Kansas Barbed Wire Museum. Not only does it house over 2,400 varieties of bared wire, it is one of the strangest museums in the world. Why stop there? Avocados From Mexico has opened a fresh museum in preparation for Superbowl 2016. Its commercial is one of of those vying for the number one spot. 
To say, "This museum is out of this world." would be putting it lightly. "#AvosInSpace | Avocados From Mexico 2016 Big Game Commercial" 


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America will never be destroyed from the outside. 
If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be 
because we destroyed ourselves.
Abraham Lincoln

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Listen What She Said to Bad Lip Reading: NFL 2016
The words of maiden who is bleeding inside 
I think these were the words of some of the 2016 NFL players 


Listen What She Said (narrative poetry) 

Listen what she said when she’s bleeding deep inside
Listen what she said when her pain she cannot hide
The shadows of the day
Have ripped her soul away
That’s all she tries to say
Listen what she said
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Sacred tears she shed from the scar which coursed her heart
Sacred tears she shed for worlds now so far apart
The source of all her light
Has vanished into night
These rivers to ignite
Sacred tears she shed
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Darkness shares her bed with confusion turning sheet
Darkness shares her bed as hope turn toward defeat
What sorrows could she bare
Which soon would strangle air
Her answer waited there
Darkness shares her bed
-
To his arms she sped leaving her reason behind
To his arms she sped praying for kindness to find
From far above she tried
Her lover’s name she cried
And in the streets she died
To his arms she sped 


We have a third person giving us a narrative of a dark night and the dark thoughts of a lady. Mingled into this tale of mystery is a clever poetic form. The first part of each first and second sentences become the last sentence of each stanza. Each stanza carries 3 rhyme schemes. This was done to add a layer of complexity to the poem/story. The result should leave us with a question. What happened? 

Those of us who have gone through an unexpected break-up, especially in our youth, may share the explainable. I can remember the total confusion, The world was coming to an end. Instead going into the sunshine, I went deeper into the darkness. Of all the friends, family and teachers who came to my aid, not one could have gone through, could have experienced what I was going through. After all, this could only happen to me. I became totally blind, totally insensitive to the young ladies who were making advances toward me. Sound familiar? We lived through it. One positive that came out of this all. I became a good listener. I became one of those who had never gone through "this". Sound familiar? And even if we don't know exactly what another is going through, the course of the pain. We know the power of being there; of simply listening. Sound familiar? 


To go with this verse I've selected: Lana Del Rey "Summertime Sadness" 

Now listen, I think a good laugh or two is in order 


You probably knew the first Superbowl was played on January 15, 1967. But did you know that the first national anthem at that Superbowl was performed by the University of Arizona, the University of Michigan Marching Bands and the UCLA choir? We thought it might be interesting to get this year's NFL participants take on this useless fact. Unfortunately Bad Lip Reading got hold of the video and this is the result. 
Now let's see if we can listen and laugh at the same time. "'NFL 2016: Part One' — A Bad Lip Reading of the NFL" 


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The shattering of a heart when being broken 
is the loudest quiet ever. 
Carroll Bryant


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Streets Of Moments to Selfie - The Musical 
A picture captured in a lover's heart as he walks the streets of dreams 
The pictures captured by all those selfies become a musical 


Streets Of Moments (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Amid the silken echoing of time
He walked the streets of moments far away
Where all his dreams were put upon display
And lights would bring new gleaming to life’s rhyme
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There all his cares were things of make believe
Forgotten were the stairways to his needs
Each wonders proudly weighed upon his deeds
Imagination’s footsteps there he weave
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But then he hears enchantment in a sound
Whose music strikes a chord deep in his heart
This promise of forever’s freshened start
Here flowing from love and paradise found
-
And there in his arms as kisses were set
With you there again in streets where we met


This sonnet was written heavy in metaphors. We have a person wandering through an evidently well spent life. Special care was taken not to be too specific, in order to draw in as many possible. There are a number of ways to interpret what is going on and what happened. 

It is hard to discuss a poem as complex in meaning as this. A poem that so many can relate to, for different reasons. Yet there is one common truth that this poem expresses. Life is unique. It holds and unfolds wonders to fill every heart. It is sometimes hard to remember, with media constantly blaring at us. Trying to sell their "truths". We are individuals, with our own needs, likes, hopes and paths to fulfillment. Why is life so rich if not to accommodate all of us.  Look in the mirror. See that individual? Put all else aside for this moment. What truth will make that image more complete? And then there is change. And we change. And the poem changes..


To accompany these thoughts and feelings:  Sarah Vaughan ft Percy Faith & Orchestra "Street of Dreams" 

Selfie anyone 


America, we may be bigger and have more people than Australia, but they still lead us in selfies taken. Now the AVbyte brothers are on a campaign to right this inconsistency. How do Antonius and Vijay Nazareth plan to do this? The brothers are quite accomplished in the musical theater world, so it's only natural that they do what they do best. They made a musical -"Selfie" Now it is up to us to do our part. 
And the next time people get on our case about taking too many selfies, tell them that we are doing our part to make our country number 1. "SELFIE - THE MUSICAL" 

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I was always looking outside myself for strength 
and confidence, but it comes from within. 
It is there all of the time.
Anna Freud


Monday, February 1, 2016

Someone Like None to The Substitute Teacher 
A lover fails to communicate his feelings 
A teacher fails to impress his class 


Someone Like None (modern sonnet) 

She was someone like none he ever met
Her hold on him was more than just a look
He wasn’t sure why now she held his heart
There must be something more at work than this
-
But his advances were not understood
Each failed attempt made shadows of the last
What was the pathway that he didn’t try
Teach me he begged the moon to reach her heart
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And so it was this man went off to sleep
His mind was free to drift about this love
Grand were the visions that he met that night
Is this the hope that he’d been searching for
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Why did it take so long for him to see
I love you was the key to clarity


An example of a modern sonnet. Modern sonnets take many forms, as poets stretch the boundaries of their imagination. In this sonnet I played on a man's failure to communicate his feelings. Though the quatrains don't rhyme, they are still iambic pentameter. The rhyming couplet returns to normal as the answer to our hero's dilemma makes his way clear. 

How familiar are we with tale? Couples who really care about one another, but have a hard time communicating their feelings. I wish I was qualified to give some answer, some direction to this key foundation of relationship. The words "I love you" is not always the answer. It is one of the cures of being an individual. Somehow, some lucky couples are blessed to find the way to each other's hearts. Some couples manage to make the best of moments of perfection. Sometimes individuals change. Oh Boy! Isn't love fun? But to do it well. Sorry folks,even at my best, I was a passenger of love's roller coaster. But if I can make great moments. there is hope for others. Couples who really care about one another have that going for them. 


A classic love song to guide our reflection: Franz Liszt "Liebestraum" 

Someone needs to teach this teacher to teach 


Tanishq Abraham, at the age of 10, joins the ranks as one of the smartest kids to graduate from high school. It is clear he never had a teacher like Yousef Saleh Erakat (aka Fousey Tube). As you will soon see, Fousey is the worst teacher we have ever seen, even if he is only playing a substitute teacher. What is going on here? Fousey, and the school wanted to find out what the students would do if confronted with a questionable teacher. To make this experiment more impressive, the students are 1st graders. 
Bad teacher + 1st graders = ? "THE SUBSTITUTE TEACHER EXPERIMENT!" 
(Great care was taken to be sure that no child was injured ) 


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But let there be spaces in 
your togetherness and let the 
winds of the heavens dance 
between you. Love one 
another but make not a bond 
of love: let it rather be a 
moving sea between the 
shores of your souls.
Khalil Gibran