Saturday, February 27, 2016

The Wave to Adult Magic School Bus 
A wave teaches this man a lesson of life 
What used ti be magic school bus take these used to be kids to a lesson in life 


The Wave (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Along the shore a little boy does play
He builds his castles in the crystal sand
So much of life he doesn’t understand
And then came wave to wash it all away
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You see the youth there strolling with the girl
One dream now holds his heart and fills his mind
He thinks that he can master fate assigned
Till wave does claim this vision in its swirl
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A father laughing with his family
He turns to wife his love is in her eyes
To hold all this his life and soul applies
Then with a wave these worries were set free
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So here I stand my memories recall
Until the wave takes me to join them all 


Once again we break away from the tradition love theme the Shakespearean sonnet is noted for and use this form to tell a tale of life. The sonnet follows brief snapshots of a man's life as it is consumed by a wave. The "wave" represents much more. 

We look back at or life and see, and feel the wonder that has brought us here. For most, tomorrow promises more to carry us on. But what happens to that "used to be"? Let's put spiritualism aside. Do we have memories; not just of us but of people and things that have passed on? I hesitate to use the phrase, "no longer with us," The realm of interconnections is mind blowing.The theory states thae the smallest action is a part of a chain reaction. In effect, we may believe our life is meaningless. But we are all connected. In that connection, do we die? Does our memory die? Does it really matter? Te wave is coming. 
With all this in mind, we should live the best life we can. Build the best memories. Be the best piece of the puzzle. And who sets our standard? Who has to face the wave? 


Let/s have a song to plant a seed in our heart: Anggun "Memory Of Your Shores" 

Anybody call for a bus 

The first school bus was horse-drawn, introduced in 1827 by George Shillibeer for a Quaker school at Abney Park in Stoke Newington, London, United Kingdom. In 1994, Joanna Cole and Bruce Degen created "The Magic School Bus", an entertainment series that taught young children about life. Now Ian Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla,of Smosh, have taken things to a new level. (Note: I didn't say which direction.) They have introduced a magic school bus for adults. 
Are we ready to climb on board? "ADULT MAGIC SCHOOL BUS" 

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The poetry of a people comes from 
the deep recesses of the unconscious, 
the irrational and the collective body 
of our ancestral memories. 
Margaret Walker

Dancing Through The Night to Toddleogrophy 
Lovers teach others to dance 
Experts teach Jenna Dewan Tatum toddleogrophy 


Dancing Through The Night (Martin verse) 

We were the couple dancing through the night
We were the dreams which others hid from sight
We were the challenge which set hearts to flight
We were the glimpse of others hidden light
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What years of shadows long had hid away
What fears and doubt would not permit to stray
What tears and silence slowly caused decay
What smears away their will no one would say
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Yet there they were these urchins of their night
To unknown reasons locked and could not stray
And all around where signs of death’s decay
As they all huddled near the last of light
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Then we appeared to take them far away
Disgruntled judges greet us at each sight
They hoped to hasten our uncalled-for flight
But when things changed what then was left to say
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They were reborn as children with our light
They were now free to set their dreams in flight
They were aware we vanished from their sight
They were the couples dancing through the night 


If you are interested in more information  about Martin verse. go here - Martin Verse – A Poetic Form. For now, let me talk about of Word Wizardry dancing in this verse. Notice how the first, second and last stanzas all have a repetition of the first word. These words unite their respective stanzas. Then comes the conflict (the third and forth stanzas). In short, the words show a verse united. A conflict disrupts the order. Then order is restored. Words help to illustrate what's going on in the poem. 

When Arlene and I were put in charge of parties at our Masonic Lodge it was a dying "old boys' club". We decided to throw a dance as our first event, to ring back a bit of life to things. We got a live band and a scenic venue for the event. It was a disaster. Oh sure, they liked the food, the scenery and the music. But most of our guests were old, in their body and their mind, and it was a long time from their last dance. There was a flurry of negatives associate with this event. Unfortunately, our second event was already in the works. It was another dance. We decide to add a singer who was also a dance instructor to the venue. As one would expect the attendance at our second dance was poor. The singer/dance instructor was magic. She managed to rejuvenate memories, something forgotten, a youth reclaimed. She had almost everyone on the dance floor. Everyone who attended that dance became our best and most vocal advertisement. What was more wondrous was: the guest who attended that second dance became the lights to guide others back. And those others became lights. And so on and so on. 
This true story was about Arlene's and my dances. But the message can be applied to other things, Enjoy. 


A video to go with theme: Irving Berlin "Let's Face the Music and Dance" 

Nee a little exorcise - Try toddleogrophy 


Remember Anti-Gravity Yoga? Anti-Gravity Yoga combines the traditional yoga poses, pilates and dance with the use of a hammock, suspended from ceiling. James Corden, host of The Late Late Show", has discovered a brand new form of exorcise. It is called, for want of a better name, toddleogrophy. With the help of some of the world's finest instructors of toddleogrophy, James is going to introduce Jenna Dewan Tatum to this new road to fitness. 
Moms, you might be familiar with this fitness form. "Toddlerogrophy w/ Jenna Dewan Tatum" 

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We waste time looking for 
the perfect lover, instead of 
creating the perfect love. 
Tom Robbins


Thursday, February 25, 2016

Windows to What Happens In The Girls Bathroom
One mystery gets deeper
One mystery solved


Windows (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Was in his window she first caught his eye
From his next breath he knew his destiny
There by her side his world was meant to be
And toward window he could feel her sigh
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Through others widows watching precious show
This sunshine helped to make a day more sweet
Reminder of those moments more complete
Those windows of a rainbow’s golden glow
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Why does he let this window walk away
So clear to all but two just how they feel
What madness can the obvious conceal
While window waits with lifetime of dismay
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For him right now a mystery a blur
For he is in his window kissing her 


A maddening Shakespearean love sonnet. The big problem: What exactly is going on? The main challenge, and the characters in the sonnet were having, is the sonnet's use of metaphor, especially the meaning of "window". A "window" can mean many things, With only 14 lines, pictures through "windows" extend those lines deep into imaginations. 

There are some individuals in this world who cannot face reality. Instead they turn to their imaginations. My path has crossed with some of these individuals, Perhaps your paths have too. Allow me to share one with you.
Once there was this young girl who loved this guy. She loved him so much that through her "window" she couldn't see that he was seeing other girls. She couldn't see, even when the other girls where in the car with them. Here's where things get more sour. The guy told the girl to prove her love by robbing her employer. She loved him so much she did as he asked. She was caught and arrested for her crime. The police knew about this guy. They offered to let the girl go, if she admitted the guy had told her to steal for him. Through the girl's "window" this couldn't be true. To prove her love, she paid for the crimes. She never saw the guy again. The girl looks at men through a whole new "window". 
Oh yes, some "windows" are thrown on individuals. 


As to lovers and their "windows": Erykah Badu "Window Seat" 

Ladies forgive me for hat I'm about to share 


It us estimated that a massive 75% of Americans use their mobile phones while on the toilet. Many of us didn't want to know this. What we really want to know, especially us guys, is what goes on in the ladies; bathroom. Rachel Levin, of Rclbeauty 101 and YouTuber, is more than happy to help us out (I mean in) and unlock the dark unknown secrets. 
Sorry guys, this video contains NO X RATED scenes. Enter at your own risk. "What Happens In The Girls Bathroom!" 


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One of the definitions of sanity is the ability 
to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need 
a new definition. 
Alvin Toffler

When Tomorrow Comes to Swimsuit Issue: Climate Change Edition 
While two lovers put aside tomorrows 
The fashion world makes plans for tomorrow 


When Tomorrow Comes (Shakespearean sonnet) 

When tomorrow comes will I think of you
The time has come to put mere words away
Let’s listen to our hearts what do they say
For here and now what will tomorrows do
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When tomorrow comes will I still be here
The time has come to leave such thoughts behind
And slip into what desire has designed
From here the truth of tomorrow’s unclear
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Tomorrow may come to welcome the dawn
Tomorrow may sing of hopes’ destiny
Tomorrow may bring such wonders to be
Tomorrow will come and this will be gone
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When tomorrow comes a thought to dismiss
The time has come to follow now this kiss 


A Shakespearean love sonnet, Here, tomorrow tries to take over two lovers. It is so powerful that in the conflict stanza, every line begins with the word "Tomorrow". In the end (the rhyming couplet) tomorrow puts in one more try. But in the end, the lovers in out. 

I can only speak for myself. We constantly hear statements that encourage us to live in the present, This may be true to an odd extent. First off, no human can experience the "now".  We are constantly moving forward in time. More materially, in today's world, we should be making some plans for tomorrow (retirement, insurance, wills and such). Us working class folk may have to make plans for homes, vacations, parties, family endeavours and the list goes on and on. Even writing this (now), I should keep in mind how my fans will enjoy (tomorrow).
All this being said, what about the "now"? When those special, precious moments come around, put aside those things of tomorrow. Give our attention to what'a happening now. Enjoy the "kiss" of the moment. "This time will never come again." Use this time to make treasured memories. What!? As I started out saying, "I can only speak for myself." I (and my wife) enjoy our memories. Memories we made room for in a moment. A moment that we might have planned for. Live in truth, Live in balance. Enjoy that "kiss". 


A timeless blast from the past" Leonard Bernstein "Tonight"  

Okay, I know what you really came to see the swimsuits 


According to Science America, at least 70% of Americans now believe that global warming during the last 40 years is real. What does this mean to you and me. we may be wondering. It means the people at Funny Or Die have asked for the aid of supermodels Erin Heatherton, Caroline Lowe and Hannah Ferguson. With their help, they have come out with a special edition of their swimwear. 
Now, before you laugh, watch their video. "Funny Or Die Swimsuit Issue: Climate Change Edition" 
(Now laugh) 

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So divinely is the world organized 
that every one of us, in our place 
and time, is in balance with 
everything else. 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

It’s Moments to Climate Control Isn't Real 
The climate of a heartbeat when lover's join 
The climate of people concerning climate control 


It’s Moments (repeating poem) 

It’s beating it’s beating
It’s message repeating
The moments are fleeting
A fact so unseating
That from it retreating
It’s beating it’s beating
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But faced with the meeting
Its beating its beating
Ourselves we’re competing
Our grace waits completing
As seconds depleting
It’s beating it’s beating
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Just what are we cheating
Retreating defeating
When dreams await greeting
And passions are heating
A question entreating
It’s beating it’s beating
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The moments are fleeting
It’s beating it’s beating
Its warning repeating
It’s beating it’s beating
And what are we cheating
It’s beating it’s beating
It’s beating it’s beating
It’s beating 


Here is a somewhat maddening example of a repeating poem. By sticking to a two syllable rhyme scheme based on the word "beating", the poem tries to set up a problem that must be resolved. The poem also maintains a strict 6 beat meter, until the very end. Why is the end incomplete, cut short? 

Oh, young love. Can we relate to this poem? When that someone special is near. Or simply thinking about that someone special. I don't know about others, but it was hard enough to keep my mind on anything but her with a racing heart, Imagine, I was only 20 when I moved into a palace in the sky, overlooking San Francisco, with my dream, The one who controlled my heart. I don't know when it happened or how long it took, but my heart stopped racing. I was human. I grew used to things. If I was't so creative, maybe this wouldn't be such a crime. My friend, Pat, suggested I stop going to a barber and try a hair stylist. I did and when I came home Arlene acted differently. The heartbeats where back. We learned that to keep our love youthful we needed surprises an change every now and again. 
I am not suggesting everyone is like Arlene and me. Or that our solution will work for everyone. Everyone is different. Add to this a couple is made up of two different individual and oh boy! One thing I do feel certain about: If we like those maddening heartbeats. If a kiss, holding hands, a hug or an image arouses a memory, those youthful heartbeats are not dead. If our heartbeat still drives us crazy for that someone special... dream on. 


A tune for that heartbeat: Otaku "Heartbeat" 

Could all of us hot lovers have something to do with climate concerns 

Did you know one of the major contributors to climate change is methane emissions from animals, agriculture such as rice paddies, and from Arctic seabeds? The world is getting more energy efficient,  but we sure love to eat. Here is another problem, Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla (of Smosh) are looking into it. I assume the "it" has something to do with global Warming. 
I'm sure of one thing. This video has little to do with seriousness. "CLIMATE CONTROL ISN'T REAL" 


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Young love is two hearts with only one thing in mind.
Keira Knightley

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

And So There I Was to Winter is Trumping 
A person deals with his reality 
A world deals with a "reality?" 


And So There I Was (free form poem) 

The person I once was
Died
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The things I was taught in school
Died
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All which society tried to cram down my throat
Died
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All the things which held me back
From achieving the individual which couldn’t really be
Died
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And so I blossomed
In a garden of dreamers
Fearing nothing but words
Which seemed to grow abundantly
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And so here I was
A riddle which couldn’t be true
Maybe there are fairies
Maybe there are things we don’t understand
And don’t have to
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And there I stood
A beacon for hearts afraid to sing
An ear who knew how to listen
A guide to an individual lost long ago
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Do you know
That star across the ocean
That’s me
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But when the curtain came down on the show
The bright lights gave way to the moment
Alone in his dressing room
A star learned the price of his glow
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All we were taught
All society crammed down our throat
All which held us together
Had died 


In this free form poem we follow the stages of a person, seemingly "set free". There are two clues the speaker may not be as free as he seems. First, there is a story-line progression to the poem. Secondly, notice how once the poem takes off, it grows up to 5 lines. Then it starts to come back down (in lines).The poem hits the major conflict stanza and becomes frozen at 4 lines. A little subtle? Life can be subtle. 

When I entered the 7th grade, I entered into the world of Mr. Land. I became a choir singer. Mr. Land made me a madrigal group (much smaller) singer. From there I became a soloist. I must have been pretty good because I became very popular at school and the numerous churches Mr. Land introduced me to. Bottom line: being in front of a crowd, with nothing but my talent and confidence behind me set me on a road.
As I went on, in my education, I seemed to get teachers who used out of the norm (imaginative) ways to teach. When I entered the corporate world. things were changing. Things like flexible hours, dress codes disappearing, employee driven atmospheres, focusing on the positives. With my ability to stand in front of people, I became a team leader. With the experience my teachers gave me, thinking outside the box came natural. Thus I landed a job where imagination was everything and I had corporate money to make dreams a reality. 
All well and good for a young guy. I joined the Masons at a time when the fraternity was having big problems. Everything I experienced in school and at Chevron made me perfect for the moment. In a conservative world, I was a radical. I seemed to attract others to my side. Together we brought about a change that would renew hope for Freemasonry. 
Here is where the story and life turns weird; As I grew in popularity, with the Masons, I ran into others who were doing similar wonders in the fraternity. It seemed I was a piece of a puzzle. Time had brought us together in this moment to serve a grander purpose. Maybe it was Freemasonry. Maybe it was something else. Through these other people, friends, brothers I began to reflect on myself. They were me. I was them. What had happened to me? Life is a wonder. 


Are we ready for this: Monsta "Where Did I Go" 

The weird gets weirder - Proceed 


The average episode of Game of Thrones, a fantasy drama television series created by David Benioff and D. B. Weiss, costs HBO $6 million to make. As with much of what we watch on TV and at the cinemas, many of the scenes never make the final screening, but are victims of the "editor's floor". Fortunately the folks at Huw Parkinson have put together some never been seen shots of Game of Thrones, destined for that big trash can in the sky. 
One of the character running for president might explain why these scenes were edited out. "Winter is Trumping" 

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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, 
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. 
Let him step to the music which he hears, however 
measured or far away.
Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, February 21, 2016

The Window to If Google Was A Girl 
An aged man turns to window for answers 
Countless turn to Google for answers 


The Window (Italian sonnet) 

A window stirring calling him return
The seasons’ winds had sprinkled it with dew
Reminder of the dreams he stumbled through
And scents of times his heart could still discern
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Familiar sun looks different today
The window draws rich visions of its own
With colors of the feelings he had known
And treasure which would never pass away
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He stares beyond what weary eyes now see
As shadows calling out from all around
His window crying hope can yet be found
He calls her name for peace and clarity
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He closed his eyes to life and all its charms
Such fullness ever after will abide
Yet no one was there with him when he died
Through window he is in his lover’s arms 


An Italian sonnet about a man staring out a window. As the sonnet goes on, we are given more information as to what is going on. The sonnet mixes sadness with sweetness. Also notice the window moves down one line as the sonnet progresses? 

What this poem illustrates is that as a person gets older memories take on a whole new meaning. In this case, we learn that no one was at his side when the man died. Understandably, we feel sorry for the man. But the window (or his mind) paints a picture so rich in colors, we can't help but be drawn in. Lesson/message: whether one believes in a "here-after" or not, we all may have to face those sunset times. Remember this. Remember "The Window". Live this time to the fullest. Make the most of this moment. Make those memories that will keep you warm when the world around us turns cold. Memories that are special to you. Some of us like world cruises. Some of us like warm cups of coffee in our favorite chair. Without giving endless examples, the point is that we as individuals have unique needs to our fulfillment. Because of my age, I'll never be able to run around Lake Merced again. But I did when I could. I have never been to Paris. But I stayed at the Madonna Inn with Arlene. (Woe!!!) Make memories. Enjoy. There will come a time. 


Here is a song that let's my memories dance: Joaquin Rodrigo "Concerto De Aranjuez Adagio" 

Now-a-days many-a memory is on a computer 


The name Google is a play on the word "googol", a mathematical term for the number represented by the numeral 1 followed by 100 zeros. Now we know. Although Google has made many strides, many still think its operating system is still too inflexible. What if it was more human? Meet Rachel Levin, a YouTube superstar best known for her channel Rclbeauty101 where she posts video blogs, comedy skits, and beauty/lifestyle videos to her more than 6 million subscribers. She has thoroughly looked into the Google issue. 
In fact, Rachel has gone one step further. "If Google Was A Girl" 

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Some memories are realities, and are better 
than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Willa Cather