Saturday, March 12, 2016

Another Sonnet to More Kardashians
One more song a celebration of a love 
One more Kardashian show 


Another Sonnet (English sonnet) 

Put on another dress for me a tie
Another time to celebrate is due
Another merry promenade with you
For us our age is just another dye
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For us to share another thing or two
Another day creates a wondering eye
Another dreams to be like you and I
To set another memory in dew
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A picture of another we did that
Their shock for us was just another show
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For us another color never matte
Another chance for stars like us to glow
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To pose another flash from life’s rich vat
Another toast to say I love you so


A sonnet or word wizardry. It is easy to see the word "Another" when it leads off a line. On closer inspection, every line contains the word "another". The fun doesn't stop there. The word sonnet comes from the Italian word “sonetto” which means “little song”. Do lovers sing? The poem is called "Another Sonnet" Ta-da. 

Call me a "love sick puppy". For better or worse, I afraid I am. I believe women become even more beautiful if given the proper attention from their someone special. I really enjoy a good looking woman. It is amazing, my wife is getting up there in age, yet she seems to be getting better looking. Maybe it is my eyes. Maybe they are getting softer. Still, I don't take any chance (of losing a good thing). I buy her clothes that I think she likes and that I like. I make certain that she is pampered at the beauty salons. I find opportunities to tell her how good she looks. Before I fell ill, I used to take her out, not only for the moment and the memory, but to show her off. It is the truth! People see my wife and cannot believe how old she is. Amor carries around the depth of my love in her beauty. I like being seen with a beautiful woman. That beautiful woman is my wife. I believe. You can too. Enjoy. 


If love wasn't crazy enough: Paul McCartney "Silly Love Songs" 

From the strange realm of love to the strange realm of ... 


Say what we will about the Kardashians and more specifically Kim, according to Adweek, Kim Kardashian: Hollywood is slated to bring in $200 million for 2015, which means an $85 million payday for Kimmy. If this doesn't make us sick, Smosh has uncovered yet another Kardashian TV reality show in the works. Get those throw-up buckets ready. It turns out there are more Kardashians than we thought. 
Now we not only have to Keeping Up With The Kardashians we have to: "KEEPING UP WITH THE MORE KARDASHIANS" 

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Where heaven meets earth, I find you.
Author Unknown 

Friday, March 11, 2016

Waiting To Begin to Hold Music 
Those moments of anticipation for a lover 
Those moments on hold on the phone listening to that music 


Waiting To Begin (free form poem) 

Honey won’t you climb with me
Fly with me
Try with me
Touch the sky with me
Can’t you see I’m waiting
Waiting to begin
-
Here I stand outside her window
Victim of a captive heart
Guiding me
Drawing me
To this spot place and time
Flower yearning
Turning toward hope of my morning sun
Lighten my way
Brighten my way
-
Wasn’t it just a night before
Two strangers said goodbye
Moments end
Just pretend
Make believe they didn’t mean a thing
Make believe that something didn’t grow
Just pretend those aren’t really tears
Not a kiss
Not a hug
Just goodbye
-
Now I stand outside her window
Called by an unfinished dream
Mystery
Burning me
Endlessly nothing returns
Still flower stands
Turning toward hope of an opening door
Living on prayer
Tomorrow is there
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Honey won’t you climb with me
Fly with me
Try with me
Touch the sky with me
Can’t you see I’m waiting
Waiting to begin 


Confusing? I hope so. Then this pom was successful  in communicating a feeling, an experience. Here we have a lover, outside his desire's window. He has a message for her, a plea for her. Cut through the passion, cut through the heat of anticipation and the message is clear. Clear to the heart it is all meant for. Unsure if she heard him, he repeats his main message. 

Before I begin: Arlene's bedroom was in front, on the second floor of her parents' house. Many were the moments a bird stood and chirped up at his lover's window. 
In this poem and through my example, I tried to capture a feeling. I'm certain that others are familiar with it. Remember that big event?  That expected phone call? The gift that arrived?  The people talking about how excited she is? These are a touch of the fields not only for the young, but the young at heart. Sure, one does not have to call up to a window to win a lover's attention, when a relationship is established. It is my opinion, that one should, could put together an event to express in what was put together the meaning of words (a dinner, a dance, a vacation, a walk in the park, whatever). Even more challenging, in my opinion, a single gift to carry the feelings of a heart. With Arlene it was a small love letter or her favorite candy that week. For Amor, it is jewelry with a religious motif (It can be cheap. It is the cleverness.) The point is knowing, showing, keeping the excitement, that thrill, that something special alive. I know a couple, where the husband dresses up in a "shirt and tie". Why? Because the wife likes it. (She doesn't force him .) For me it is fun. In many ways it is similar to singing outside her window. Think about it. Enjoy. 


How about a lovers' song: Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson "Beauty And The Beast" 

Ever wonder why that music, while we are on hold, is normally so boring 


Did you know that some of the music that we listen to, while we are on hold, has a calming effect to help make communication more efficient. Calm people are less given to yelling, That makes perfect sense, you're probably saying to yourself. But why does it have to be so boring, you're likely mumbling to yourself. Laura Holliday thinks she may have stumbled on the answer to this age old mystery. 
Only one more question remains. Why are you talking to yourself? "Laura Holliday: Hold Music" 


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As soon go kindle fire with snow, 
as seek to quench the fire of love with words. 
William Shakespeare

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Remember When to Every Sibling Ever 
The memories of a kiss returns from a past 
The memories of siblings returns from a past? 


Remember When (villanelle) 

Remember when you blew a kiss my way
And dreams were filled with all which we would do
How could we let those times just slip away
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Two youths who put their love upon display
With one grand moment holding their love new
Remember when you blew a kiss my way
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And so alive with life and hope they’d stay
They gave each care each flare each fair its due
How could we let those times just slip away
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As they enhanced such hearts were held in sway
And though they grew this promise lingered true
Remember when you blew a kiss my way
-
But then one night her mirror caused dismay
What happened to that youth which once she knew
How could we let those times just slip away
-
I held her through the richness of our day
And all the dreams which we had privy to
Remember when you blew a kiss my way
How could we let those times just slip away 


The villanelle form seemed perfect for this idea, The first and third lines are repeated several times as the the poem goes on. In the last stanza they finally join. For those unfamiliar the villanelle rhyme scheme is: A1 B A2, A B A1, A B A2, A B A1, A B A2, A B A1 A2. 

Call me sentimental, but I like reliving some of the things of the past. Walking Arlene home from school was just one example. We re-enacted those magic moments long  into our future. With my new wife, Amor, we re-enacted our first date, including the stop at Twin Peeks (several times a year). I know, I know, those magic times may not be recaptured. But it's fun and maybe new memories can be sparked. It is one way to keep love alive. All this doesn't mean I didn't like and try new things. There was a period in my life when I was ahead of the times. Even then, and maybe because I was so "out there", I saw the importance, the value of holding on, re-enacting those moments (as close as possible). How did I, we get here? It is fun. Enjoy. 


As a bit of motivation: Perry Como "Magic Moments" 

Siblings some of us have them - but not like this 


A study revealed that people with older siblings of the opposite sex were seen as more likable and were more likely to strike up a conversation and smile in social settings, giving them a marked advantage on the dating scene. A little less scientific, Smosh has discovered some things that are common to a few sibling relationships. Some things that are funny. Somethings that are uncomfortable. Some things that ate completely made up. Okay, there was no science what-so-ever involved in Smosh's findings. It was done purely for entertainment. 
If you see any similarity between you and a sibling and this video, it is strongly suggest that I'm sorry. "EVERY SIBLING EVER" 


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Keep all special thoughts and memories 
for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes 
with others to inspire hope and build from the past, 
which can bridge to the future. 
Mattie Stepanek

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Somewhere There Inside to Actor Flies Off the Handle 
Somethings never change 
Somethings do 


Somewhere There Inside (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I see you hiding somewhere there inside
There somewhere past the years of happiness
There past those tears of Joy and hope we cried
Those tears whose blossoms dreams which we’d caress
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I see you hiding somewhere inside there
There somewhere past those golden memories
There past those times of shadows we made fair
Those times when world about us we would seize
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And though the road we traveled seems so long
It wasn’t quite the path we had in mind
Something went and changed our favorite song
We wandered wonders different in kind
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And still I see you hiding even yet
That person whom I loved when first we met 


Here is a sonnet that is a bit tightly knit. The first two quatrains are very similar. The conflict stanza (third quatrain), which really isn't a conflict, is written differently. Finally we arrive at the final couplet, which is a combination of the two styles. In short and in keeping in a romantic style, we have a lover searching. When he shakes of his confines he glimpses something. 

I met Arlene when I was 14. We went steady, got engaged and married 9 years later. Arlene and I went through a lot together. The highs and the lows. We raised two children and touched the lives of many. And adventures... And dreams... What a life. Yet there were quiet times. I would look into her eyes or simply hold her and there she was. The Arlene I met when I was 14. 
Was it just my imagination or did Arlene keep a part of a treasure alive? Do we all keep a precious part of ourselves safely hidden for that someone special? Is it just a memory toying with the reality of the moment? Like the sonnet, I put aside what the world ha taught me. I choose to believe those two young lovers still live. Still kiss. Why not join me. Enjoy. 


How about a love song: Diana Ross and Lionel Richie "My Endless Love" 

We've heard of actors who fly off the handle - Get ready for this one 


According to The Hollywood Gossip, Gwyneth Paltrow is the most difficult actor to work with. Move over Gwyneth Paltrow, RocketJump may have found an actor who has you beat. His name is Tiger Jones, the star of RocketJump's new action thriller, "Tiger Eyes". It all came to a head when the movie crew as filming near an airport. 
hen will the new movie be out? There seems to be a problem. Watch. "Actor Flies Off the Handle!" 


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Love never dies a natural death. 
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. 
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. 
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, 
of witherings, of tarnishings. 
Anaïs Nin

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

The Price to Silver Statue Man 
The price of a broken heart 
The price of a street mime 


The Price (English sonnet) 

The drifting dew which welcomed her to night
The echoes where her heart once use to be
The song how could this have happened to me
All cast their veils on Joys she had in sight
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Now sorrow’s ears does keep her company
Sheer emptiness draws shadows to her light
While silent scents from past now mark her plight
She waits for promised mercy to be free
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Why did he leave me comes her painful cry
As cold confusion takes her to abyss
Of shattered hopes and lies of yesterday
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Then gentle sleep which fate had happened by
Did claim her with the sweetness of its kiss
The price she paid for dream that’s on its way






Now follow this one. The first quatrain contains a list of things. A list of pain. The last line begins with the word "All". The second quatrain focuses on a person ("her"). Its last line begins with the word "She". As we proceed to the first triplet we touch upon feelings. Its last line begins "Of shattered". The last triplet's ending line begins "The price". What is it eluding to? Also notice that we are not sure if the object of her love is real or in her imagination. 


Feelings can be very powerful. Just ask anyone with an uncontrollable urge. Most of our teenage years, we learn to control our feelings. But then there's love. There's revenge. "I really gotta have that new tennis racket!" "I don't know why I let that salesman sell me that." We all know what I'm talking about. It is easy to say, "Control those feelings." We also know words come easier than actions. Feelings can be very powerful. 
Now that we have discussed feelings, Let's return to the sonnet. We have a lady suffering, We know that her suffering is ended by her dreams. Or are they fired by them? Maybe her love reappears in her dreams, Or maybe he only exists there. There is another possibility. Maybe her feelings are using her dreams to create something more. Wow Martin, where are we going with this? I don't know. I'm only human. Dreaming. Enjoying.


To go with this theme: Sia "Lullaby" 

I have a feeling these two will learn the price of a mime 


Marcel Mangel, better known as Marcel Marceau, is credited as being the world's greatest mime. He was a French actor and mime most famous for his stage persona as Bip the Clown and refining the mime "art of silence". Now-a-days mimes can be found everywhere. Amos Vernon and Nunzio Randazzo, of Boat Comedy, were out hiking when they cane across a mime, painted silver. Luckily Amos brought his wallet. 
So relax and enjoy. The laughs are on us. "Silver Statue Man" 

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Who can map out the various forces 
at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, 
Oh Lord. The hairs of his head are easier 
by far to count than his feeling, 
the movements of his heart. 
Saint Augustine

Monday, March 7, 2016

Dark Dark Night to Hell's Club Part II 
Take a trip into one person's nightmare 
Venture into another person's vision of the netherworld 


Dark Dark Night (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Oh dark dark night what dreams do you ignite
And set them roaming passed my will to see
So freely they set off to torment me
There in my darkest hour they delight
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What sharp sharp fear makes nothingness appear
And rashly spread their venom cast in doubt
As they laugh out they steal my will to shout
The sharpest sound of all a crashing tear
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My warm warm bed becomes a place of dread
And from this prison dare I light the floor
Before those things come crashing through the door
Then swarm the warmest places in my head
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Oh dark dark night what blindness has resigned
To loose the darkest things within my mind 


This was my attempt at: if Edgar Allen Poe wrote a Shakespearean sonnet. The words "dark", "sharp"  and "warm" are not rhymes, but words that sound alike. They also relate to blood. The question is: Why are they repeated? Notice that the sonnet ends as it begans ("Oh dark dark night..."). 

On the subject of dreams, we all have them. We may not remember them. Some individuals believe they mean something. There are pleasant dreams and there are nightmares. Basically, this is the extent of my knowledge about dreams. 
My stepfather was a bit harsh with his beatings. When I left him to live with my mother, he became the star of my nightmares. He would haunt me there until my 30s and I learned to "control" my dreams. I vaguely remember beating him in a dream (with words). He never returned. I now no longer have nightmares (that I can remember). This may have an added value now in my life. I suffer from "waking dreams". I am fully awake and my world becomes dreamlike. I might become a little confused, but since I don't have nightmares, these incidences are always fun. 
One more thing about dreams, while I'm on the subject. In my 20s, I think I got the idea from someone on the radio, I tried to turn my dreams into reality, One takes a dream (of sleep) and tries to turn it into reality. Being on stage most of my life, this made perfect sense to me. Some things couldn't be done. Some things had to be modified. The more I practiced, the better I got. Imagine the benefits for someone in a create field.
So we moved from the darkness of nightmares to the light of living dreams. Enjoy. 


On the subject of dreams: Gelka ft. Phoenix Pearle "Million Nights" 

Now let's see if a little light can be shined into here


According to some scholars, what most people know about "hell" doesn't come from the bible, but from a 14th-century epic poem called "Divine Comedy" written by Dante Alighieri of which Inferno (Dante's Inferno) is a part. Antonio Maria Da Silva has another vision of hell. Hell is a nightclub where famous people meet. That doesn't sound that bad. Oh ya? Watch what happens when unexpected intruders bust up the party. 
Causion - This video may be habit forming. "HELL'S CLUB PART TWO ANOTHER NIGHT.AMDSFILMS" 


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All men dream, but not equally. 
Those who dream by night in the 
dusty recesses of their minds, wake 
in the day to find that it was vanity: 
but the dreamers of the day are 
dangerous men, for they may act on 
their dreams with open eyes, 
to make them possible. 
T. E. Lawrence 

Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Road to Ken Block's Gymkhana Eight 
What is carried on the wind for a man on the road 
What excitement is stirred as Ken Block opens the road 


The Road (free form poem) 

What could the winds bring
To this traveler on the road
Scents of some past
Whispers of dreams
Soft strokes upon the face
Reasons for staying
Reasons for waiting
Reasons returning
-
The traveler shouted to the winds
What draws you onto this road
Faceless voices
Comforting veils
Echoes through my heart
Reasons recalling
Reasons for stalling
Reasons appealing
-
The traveler cried
Falling down upon the road
So familiar
Again at last
Its gentle caresses
Reasons refilling
Reasons unfolding
Reasons still holding
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Then in unsettling tears
The winds drew reasons of their own
A face to the voices
Some love kept it unclear
The source behind the winds
Was there upon the road


Let me get this out of the way. I'm aware "ing" doesn't constitute a rhyme. Thus we have three stanzas ending in a pseudo-rhyme. If we think about it, there are two things going on. Two voices. As the poem ends, the second voice disappears (or is replaced). 

The road represents our journey through life. It isn't always straight forward or clear. At least mine wasn't. For some, the road can be maddening, especially in the face of the unexpected. Sometimes we are carried away by something. Be it success or be it failure or the myriad of things that life is host to. Life is wonderful. More wonderful than most individuals can handle, can process. Thus on our road, there is something calling. Something. If only we can listen. I say can, because it isn't always that simple.
Each individual has a somewhat different calling while on their road. For me, I had at least six major disruptions on the road. Now, this is going to sound a little strange. As I searched for answers, a direction, the voice that came to me was that of Arlene. Arlene was my purpose in life. Strange, because in my confusion I lost touch with sole reason for everything. Yes, I am a Christian. I talk to my Lord daily. You may take this as religious or just a form of meditation. Call it what we will, but this  (I believe) allowed me to hear Arlene.
Then Arlene died. Disruption on the road? In time there came another voice. The voice of my wife, Amor. A new purpose? The road is wonderful. Far beyond my understanding . I am only human. One individual on a road. 


Look at I found: Syko Beats "Road to Redemption" 

We may want to fasten our seat belts and hold on to something 


The local people of Dubai are called Emiratis. They are just 15% of the total population. The majority of the population is split between India, Bangladesh, Pakistan and European countries. Kenneth "Ken" Block is not a resident of Dubai. He is a professional rally driver with the Hoonigan Racing Division, from Long Beach, California. Ted has come to Dubai to wow us, not only with his driving expertise, but with an experience. 
Are you ready for this? "KEN BLOCK'S GYMKHANA EIGHT: ULTIMATE EXOTIC PLAYGROUND; DUBAI" 


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You will never be happy if you continue 
to search for what happiness consists of. 
You will never live if you are looking for 
the meaning of life. 
Albert Camus