Saturday, March 5, 2016

Glorious Day to Molly On 'The Bachelor': Molly Jamaica 
It was a glorious day 
Wasn't it Molly 


Glorious Day (changing poem) 

I started this glorious day
I love you what else can I say
And like this let’s promise we’ll stay
There’s nothing can stand in our way
-
And we found delight in this play
In bright spring of kisses we’d stray
Such visions then came to our sight
What harm could ignite in their sway
-
So dazzled by life’s new array
And all that for now seemed so right
That we became blind to our plight
As something was fading away
-
The last of our lavish display
When we were what made the stars bright
What dreams were formed when we held tight
Our dreams in others we’d incite
-
But there upon our mountain’s height
A bed which legends now recite
Where you and I turn off the light
And back to back I said goodnight


Here we have a poem that starts out with one rhyme and ends with another, as the new rhyme is introduced and takes over. A beautiful picture is painted of two lovers. It isn't until the third stanza that we get a hint that something is amiss ("As something was fading away"). The ending, though not necessarily negative, is not what we expected.

This poem toys with us. It could be a couple who let their love grow old. It could be a couple reliving memories. It could be a couple who discovered what really important about love. It could just be the end of a great day. (The point is that the pom is alive and open to interpretation.) We are all individuals. It is easy to say, "My love or relationship with my someone special is better than yours." Or, "This is the perfect relationship." I am not qualified to tell anyone what is good and what is not, when it come to relationships. What I do suggest is that we focus on our own relationships. Listen and follow those things that are important to "us". Stay alert. We all enjoy relaxation. It's never too late. And most of all enjoy.


I don't know why, but I thought this song worked well with this poem: 
Secondhand Serenade "Your Call" 

Now here to give us her 2 cents on relationships of love is Molly 


Ian Fleming, of James Bond fame, designed and built his home, “Goldeneye”, in Jamaica and wrote ten of his James Bond (007) novels there. Talking about Jamaica, Molly. of "The Bachelor" fame (supposedly) was recently there. She has provided (naturally) her video of her hook-up (supposedly) with Ben Higgins, the bachelor, in Jamaica. 
After watching Molly's video, I'm pretty sure everyone will know why ABC didn't air it. "Molly On 'The Bachelor': S20 E9 Recap". 
(If you want Molly's 2 cents cash, send $10.02 to Molly,)


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Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, 
it will flow back and soften and 
purify the heart. 
Washington Irving


Friday, March 4, 2016

Droplet In The Sand to Roasted Mustard String Beans 
A lover recalls those endless memories 
A cook shares the endless ways of preparing string beans 


Droplet In The Sand (Martin verse) 

One more droplet in the endless sand
Tear of Joy while holding lover’s hand
Swept in feelings hearts don’t understand
Through a world enchantment’s dream had planned
-
Here I was again in paradise
Wrapped in winds from some exotic spice
For this moment souls would sacrifice
For this instant couldn’t happen twice
-
Holding treasure from the golden sand
Passion lost in wonder scented spice
All I am would be my sacrifice
Ever-after fantasy I planned
-
Fulfilled wishes fanned this paradise
Hope beyond belief there held my hand
Blessings left no room to understand
Every whim I kissed was answered twice
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Dream’s enchantment for one moment planned
Emptiness I still don’t understand
All that promise there within my hand
One more droplet in the endless sand


Another Martin verse. Four rhyming words are introduced, followed by four more rhyming words. These eight words are then mixed up. What emerges from all this is the first four words in reserve order. What is painted here is line after line of magic, except at the very end. What is interesting here is: the beauty seems to overshadow the sadness. 

One of the pulses of this poem is memories. I agree one shouldn't dwell on the past. We should use this time to build precious memories. This is somewhat of a conundrum. How many of us have fallen on less than favorable times? Times when only the light from our memories help us through the darkness. Once delivered from darkness, remember what came to our rescue and create more. Notice, in the poem, how many pleasant memories it took to offset the sadness in the end. Use this time to build precious memories.  Be a precious memories for someone else. Make all other memories not even worth our time. There may come a time, I pray not, when the richness of a life well spent is all that remains. Until then; Dream on. 


Here's a great song for memories: Nookie "Paradise" 

What do love and string beans have in common 


String beans got their name owing to the string that ran along the side of the pod. Since the string was not palatable, it had to be removed prior to cooking. Fortunately, a “stringless” variety has been developed. For those of us who enjoy cooking this healthy vegetable, there is another problem. Yes, I'm talking about the stems. Fortunately, our friend Gregg, of You Suck At Cooking, is here to save the day. He has come up with some new and imaginative ways of dealing with the string bean stem. 
If nothing else, this should bring on a giggle when we are having our feet tickled. (I bet you thought I was going to say cutting green bean stems. Why would that make one giggle?) "Roasted Mustard String Beans - You Suck at Cooking (episode 34)" 


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It's great to reminisce about good memories 
of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today. 
So learning to enjoy today has two benefits: 
it gives me happiness right now, and it becomes 
a good memory later. 
George Foreman

Thursday, March 3, 2016

What Music Played to Marble Machine music instrument 
Who could believe music led to this 
Who could believe music inspired this 


What Music Played (English sonnet) 

What music played to draw him out that night
To settle heart which had so much to bear
A gentle scent left floating in the air
Amid the darkness soothing hope of light
-
What melody removed his soul from care
And took all meaning from his senses’ sight
What song of promise called to hold him tight
To make a moment she would have to share
-
That day the couple let their feelings go
So vicious were the words of bitter heat
-
The pain of tears reveals each mindless blow
Till in their darkness they would both retreat
-
What tune played next no one will ever know
They found his body laying in the street 






I've used this trick before. We have two quatrains drawing a picture, though romantic, that could lead anywhere. With the introduction of the couplets, the sonnet turns violent. When the sonnet concludes, we are left with a gruesome mystery. One might have expected that it was the girl's body laying there. But it was the guy's! Just messing with your head?


I didn't really know a guy who died as a result of a lovers' quarrel (not that I'm aware of). Let's use this sonnet to think about the way things are. People, regardless of the color of their skin, regardless of where they're from, regardless of a myriad of facets that makes us individuals, are basically peaceful. Regardless of what the media feeds us, people, as a whole, just want to live a happy life. A life without too many problems. I venture to say, smile and most people will smile back. So why is the media filled with bad people? How many bad people? 10, 100, 1,000. In 2013 the world crossed the 7 billion people mark. Let's face it, peaceful people like bad news. It sells. The media has tried feeding us nothing but good news, but their efforts proved unprofitable. Sure, we like our love stories, but the dollars seem to show that people are attracted to murders, killings, tragedy, suffering and the like.
Now here's the question. Could it be that reading about (hearing about it) somehow makes people, as a whole, more peaceful? Or are people just naturally drawn to bad news, as long as it didn't happen in their neighborhood? Enjoy the poem. 


Here is a tune to go with the poem: Rob Barron "I Miss You More Than Most" 

Music madness takes many forms as we are about to find out 


The world record for marble maze run is held by Swinburne University. On August 4th 2013, a group of its engineering students watched as a marble traversed a 10 story, 1300m structure they constructed. Meet Wintergatan. They are  a Swedish electronica and folk music group from Karlstad, consisting of Anders "Flanders" Molin, Martin "MacGyver" Molin, Marcus Sjöberg and Jon Nils Emanuel Ekström. The band create their own marble maze. Wintergatan's marble maze is not going to earn any world records; Unless one likes good music. 
Here is Martin Molin showing off Wintergartan's latest creation. "Wintergatan - Marble Machine (music instrument using 2000 marbles)" 

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Raise your words, not your voice. 
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. 
Rumi

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Forever’s Shade to Intimate Couples Yoga 
A couple recalls forever's love 
A couple is engaged in intimacy through yoga 


Forever’s Shade (lyrical poem) 

Do you remember
Do you recall
Seasons of laughter
Echoes of fall
-
Mornings of promise
Flowers with dew
We lived in wonder
If only we knew
-
Do you remember
No dream too small
Each moment hoped for
Ours after all
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Time ambled mildly
Visions we drew
We danced mid stardust
If only we knew
-
Floating in some glade
Memories we made
Join endless cascade
In forever’s shade
-
Do you remember
When we stood tall
We faced each pressure
We couldn’t fall
-
The light in the dark
Was me and you
Hope of tomorrow
If only we knew
-
For there in some glade
Precious heartbeats swayed
And love is conveyed
From forever’s shade
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Do you remember
Do you recall
Times not together
Happened at all
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Forever recalling
Moments so true
We kissed them goodbye
If only we knew 


Another lyrical poem. In this one the verses are broken into two parts. Thus we have this form: V1 V2, V1 V2 , chorus, V1 V2. chorus, V1 V2. I have kept the beats very precise. 

As always, if there are any songwriters in need of lyrics; help yourself. I do not ask for any financial compensation. Only a copy of the song. 

Some are wondering, why I don't just write the song myself. I can no longer sing or operate a piano or guitar. We'll leave it at that. 

There are a number if ways to take this song. I was 20 when I moved into a palace in the sky, with my childhood sweetheart. It had a rooftop balcony, overlooking all of eastern San Francisco. It was perfect for young lovers. Young lovers. We dreamed in the center of the world: San Francisco. There is so much to do within driving distance from our palace. Those young lovers. It was a time between the flower children of the 60s and the discos of the 80s. A time set aside for us. Two lovers. 
One wonders why so much is given to the young. So much to feel. So much to explore. There was always tomorrow. There was always one more thing waiting for us, One more place to leave a kiss. We were the greatest lovers. What did we care what the world thought. Remember those days?
One day (just like that), I looked at her and things were different. I still loved Arlene, with all my heart and soul, But we were no longer those young lovers. Something had changed us. Something had stolen what was. We were too much in love to see it all happening. Now here we are. These two lovers. 


How about a little dream music:  Jose Padilla "Walking On Air" 

Watch the most breathtaking partner yoga session ever 


A growing body of research shows that yoga can improve sex and may even prevent and treat sex problems by increasing the overall health of the cardiovascular system. That's why Laura Clery and her partner (I'm sorry, I didn't catch his name) has taken up Intimate Couples Yoga. Laura Clery is an actress, writer and producer, known for "The Longest Week" (2014), "Sex Ed" (2009) and "How Deep Is the Ocean" (2009). The reason I mention her successful film career will soon become obvious.
Are we ready for some Intimate Couples Yoga? Is our life insurance all paid up? "Intimate Couples Yoga" 

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That's one of the first things that comes out 
of young people's mouths when they're in love. 
FOREVER. And that's cool, it's all good-until 
you get old enough to realize what forever is.
Ice-T

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Slain In Streets to Rap Album Confessions 
A friend was murdered 
A detective tries to get a confession from a murderer 


Slain In Streets (Martin verse) 

A friend I knew was slain in streets today
A victim of injustice people say
But what would come to flame up their dismay
The evidence was kept in disarray
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The anger of the people quickly grew
As focus on the mishap others drew
So much was built on little that they knew
That mobs of sheer confusion saw them through
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They rushed to buy the latest thoughts today
As one more image one more speaker drew
Some wondered of the stories that they knew
Not seeing there was truth in disarray
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A crime was buried as the shouting grew
Was all their fault would other people say
As some would climb this mountain of dismay
And others counted money flowing through
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In time they sought a newer disarray
As shroud of fog now covers this dismay
No matter what tomorrow’s headlines say
A friend I knew was slain in streets today


Another example of a Martin verse. A Martin verse uses five stanzas of four lines each. Two sets of four rhyming words are selected. 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. In this Martin verse the meaning of "friend" changes. Think about it. 

I am very lucky. The police officers at Taraval Station (my police district) are exceptional. Perhaps that is because I live in a relatively peaceful part of San Francisco. Lately a lot of police crimes have been making the news. Forgive me, if I vent a little. Let's put aside the fact of the sheer numbers. (Considering how many people live in America, the number of these police crimes is real low.) Low or not, the loss of a life should not be taken lightly. We should take, use these events as a warning that there is something wrong. Or at least opportunities for improvement. But we don't. We cannot. Cover ups, Right groups, people taking advantage the situation, the media convolute what we really need: the truth. White police officers kill a black man. The black community legally organize rallies to protest and call attention. A bunch of antagonists join the rallies. Businesses and stores are broke into, burnt and robbed. Some of the businesses and stores had black owners. The media cover their parts of the stories. The layers make their money. I get it. (No, I don't.) Here is something even wilder. The police officers of Taraval Station have been effected by all of this. 


I found a video to go with all of this: Elliot Goldenthal "Libera Me" 

Let's lighten the mood up a lot and kill our confusion 


One of the most notorious serial killers of all time, the Zodiac Killer made a name for himself as he killed at least 5 people and bragged and taunted local newspapers with letters about his crimes. While multiple suspects have been named, the case currently remains unsolved. Detective Key (of the comedy team Key and Peele)  has a problem of his own. He must make the murderer rapper, Peele confess to his crime. Detective Key has all the evidence he needs. It seems like an open and shut case. 
Or is it? "Key & Peele - Rap Album Confessions" 


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Man is least himself when he talks 
in his own person. Give him a mask, 
and he will tell you the truth. 
Oscar Wilde

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Feverish Words to Kids Say The Darndest Things 
We have the words from a "death bed" 
Followed by the words of the ageless 


Feverish Words (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Tomorrow we’ll again sore midst our dreams
Grand tales of love and passion to unfold
We two will challenge life at its extremes
Tomorrow for today I have a cold
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A moment caste in time our legacy
The echoes of our love will pages fill
Lost souls will swoon in memories of we
But for this moment I am feeling ill
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The care I share for you makes angels stand
To witness love that causes hearts to swell
And grasp with tears the joy that is at hand
Take care of me I do not feel so well
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I hope my feverish words were not too thick
I love you dear I’m sorry that I’m sick


No one said a Shakespearean sonnet had to be serious. The quatrains were constructed with 3 lines of love, followed by a punch line. The big lesson here is keep your audience guessing. 

This sonnet may be funnier for the wives out there. I don't get sick that often. I can go for years without catching a cold. But when I do get sick, I turn into that big helpless baby, that give sick husbands such a bad name. Close your eyes and think of the worst, sickest, funniest example of a bed (or coach) ridden husband and that's me. I think it has something to do with getting married. I don't remember me acting this way as a (actual) child. I must admit, my wife does take extra good care of me. Maybe that is one of the reasons for overacting, Talk about wife. She gets sick more often than I do. But unlike me, she gets her thrill by cover it up. I love taking care of her, if only I could catch her sick. But my wife is now a master at masking her illnesses. She is even getting prettier as she is getting older. I should be ashamed by the situation. But then I think: Maybe I'm not alone. Maybe this is the nature of things. Maybe this is the way husbands and wives are meant to be. Life can be strange. Or it can be fun. 


If you're not sick yet, this should do the trick: Weird Al Yankovic "Tacky" 

Are we ready for more words of wisdom 


Most toddlers begin talking from 18 to 24 months, though the first word normally comes in the 11th to the 14th month. From there on it is no holds barred. What comes out of those mouths are timeless, priceless wonders. To capture some of those wonders, Kyoot Kids has put together a compilation of some of these priceless gems. 
Hint - keep a finger near that rewind button. "Kids Say The Darndest Things" 

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To array a man's will against his sickness 
is the supreme art of medicine. 
Henry Ward Beecher