Saturday, April 16, 2016

Sunset’s Goodnight to I'm Too Old For This Sh*t 
Lovers face their old age 
A CIA agent faces his retirement (or death) 


Sunset’s Goodnight (English sonnet) 

The sun they knew was waning them goodnight
As hand in hand they stood to face the dawn
The curtains on the life they knew was drawn
Tomorrow’s promise flickered from their sight
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They wandered through the seasons now all gone
Which brought them to this end of their delight
Where winds of dreams once faded reignite
And somehow all they might be lingers on
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Goodnight to this once sprite and youthful pair
Goodnight to friends and places which have passed
Goodnight to all that days before entranced
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Then suddenly they caught each other’s stare
Within their eyes was endless truth amassed
And to the sunset’s music couple danced 


In this English sonnet a couple faces their old age. In the first half they reflect on a time passed. Then on the first triplet, is a sad, haunting ostinato, as the lovers say goodnight to the past.  Then within their eyes, they are taken by a truth. 

Arlene's and my aging was a bit skewed. I am hardly well fit to lecture others on growing old. When Arlene and I were young, we were were very active. There was eating out, hanging out with our friends, enjoying our city and California, concerts, sports, events, you name it, we were there. And there was the dancing. Then our children were born, first Peter then Robin. Life was different, but we became active parents. Our involvement in our children took our minds off that couple, of our youth. Then as our children started to meet the world on there own, there we were. Arlene and I realized we were old. "It" was all gone. Luckily, I joined the Masons. They (the members) were much older than Arlene and I. We were put in charge of parties and other fun events, As it tuned out, we were only one couple of many that was rejuvenating Freemasonry at the time. Likes attract likes. It wasn't long till we were pulled together to share our ideas, to lavish in each other's richness. Arlene and I were 20 again. 
We all have to face, to deal with our aging. It is a course of time that everything gets old. The question is how do we deal with our aging. Let me share one more insight. When I courted my present wife, Amor, we became ageless. People who saw us together must have thought we were teenagers dressed up like old people. I didn't think about how old I was. It never entered my mind. Could it be that "getting old" is just something that has been put in our head? Sure, as we age our bodies may not be as they once were. But the mind... People tell us to act our age. So we act older. But what if our age is whatever we believe it to be? Even on a tennis court, at the age of 56, I was able to stand my ground against 16 year olds. What I'm suggesting is: bodies aside, much about getting old is in our head. Free our minds to all our richness and glories. Know that though we may not be able to do everything, we can still do a lot. Time is not a limitation, it is an experience. Live, love, enjoy. 


You going to love this video: Secret Garden "Nocturne" 

Was it a retirement party or a Good riddance party 


According to The Daily Beast, The CIA once had a plan to drop condoms labeled “Medium” into the USSR to convince Russian women that Americans were more virile. Now, if one believes that rumor, one will also believe College Humor's Josh Mullen;s rumor that CIA officers are assassinated at their retirement. This is where Jack Maxwell come in (or actor Josh Mullen. who was fired for using company funds to make a movie). 
Confused? Watch the video. It won't explain anything, but it might make us laugh. "I'm Too Old For This Sh*t (Fatal Decision)" 

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Aging is not lost youth 
but a new stage of opportunity 
and strength. 
Betty Friedan

Friday, April 15, 2016

Gentle Tune to Shout Shucking Oysters 
Lovers gently whisper under the moon 
Chefs shouts open oysters 


Gentle Tune (round) 

Alone with lover in the silent moon
She asked of me the dreams I had in view
I held the only one I ever knew
And for her warmth I sang this gentle tune
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A paradise were everlastings grow
Beside the tides where lovers’ longings strewn
And whispered winds make heaven’s passions swoon
Tis there where all my treasured wishes flow
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Where streams of rainbows captivate the day
Where every scent of life a fragrant glow
Where hearts hold dreams now knowing it is so
And in my arms and soul will always stay
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The stars of heaven sprinkled down their dew
As dream of heaven turned her glow my way
In everlasting ever I would stray
As kiss would make a gentle tune come true 


This doesn't follow the traditional sonnet rhyme scheme, yet it looks like an Italian sonnet. I guess we could call it that. But let's look at the rhyme scheme. ABBA CAAC DCCD BDDB. As the poem progresses, the first and fourth rhyme sounds becomes the second and third.  So why did we go with a round instead of an Italian sonnet? Clue: Two lovers on a moonlit night. 

I look back at my time and realize how lucky I was. There was a time when movies weren't quite as good. Movie theaters weren't quite as crowded. It was a time when lovers made out at the movies. There was a time when there were ice cream parlors. Places where couples could enjoy an ice cream treat while enjoying the latest hit songs. There was a time, in San Francisco, when a couple could stroll without bumping into crowds of people. The wharves and parks and streets were waiting just for us. 
What does this have to do with the poem, one may wonder. I'm certain we all had our moments under the moon. Those precious times that will never return. Remember, the poem is a round. The "kisses", the "places", the "ice cream parlors", may not last. Keep this in our minds, in our hearts. Do not let those moments go idly. Make the most of them. Let them find a haven in forever. Sometimes, when Arlene and I kissed, we were back in those theaters, enjoying a bad movie. If Arlene and I were taken back, so can we all. This life, this time, this moment is ours. Let us all be lucky. Let us all enjoy. 


How about a little Spanish guitar: Govi "Lovers Moon" 

How about some oysters with that kiss 



An oyster filters about 30 to 50 gallons of water a day, which makes oysters not only tasty creatures, but good-for-the-environment as well. Michael Carbonaro, an actor and magician, has recently found a new use for oysters. They can also be used in magic. Even more than that. They can be used to blow one's mind. 
So get ready to take down Michael Carbonaro's recipe for laughter. "The Carbonaro Effect - 'Shout Shucking' Oysters" 

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The minute I heard my first love story, 
I started looking for you, not knowing 
how blind that was. Lovers don't finally 
meet somewhere. They're in each other 
all along. 
Rumi

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Easy to Parents Find Out Their Daughter Makes Jewelry
Lovers learn something is wrong with their love 
Parents learn something is wrong with their daughter 


Easy (English sonnet) 

So easy to sit in judgment of me
So easy to sit in judgment of you
But stretch out our hands and what will we do
We might just enjoy a new point of view
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So easy for words to tell us we’re through
So easy for words to mask what we see
But stretch out our hands to all that might be
We might just renew the dreams we once knew
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We’re not even sure of what brought us here
An ill-gotten trance or a stubborn stance
This endless empty expression of why
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Not easy to listen to source of a tear
But stretch out our hand to this our chance
We might just meet love in this one more try 


Let's spend a moment to look at what is going on in this English sonnet. In the first stanza, the fourth line doesn't rhyme with the first line, as it should. There is something wrong. The first two stanzas give a calm, level headed view of what is going on. It isn't until the first triplet, that the possible causes, for the lovers, is addressed. Notice that the line, "But stretch out our hands..." (introduced in te first stanza), comes back in the last triplet. Why? What is the message of this sonnet? Is there hope for these lovers? 

Besides visiting people in the hospital, I was also called to listen to people's problems. My fellow Masons thought I had all the answers. The truth was, I was a good listener. Some of these problems were of a personal nature. I was not qualified to give any advise or direction. Luckily for me, as an individual laid out their dilemma, they saw their direction in the words, ideas and pictures they expressed. All I had to do was listen. I was very successful and lucky.
Sometimes I was called because of relationship issues. I was taken back. Arlene and I rarely, if ever, argued while we were dating. The fighting didn't start until the magic of our wedding wore off. It was weird that we didn't see what we were doing to ourselves. One day. a friend of ours gave Arlene and I a set of soft batacas (bats) to use on each other. Was this how people saw us? We didn't have to use the batacas on each other to open our eyes and maybe we should talk. 
It didn't matter if Arlene listed to me (I'm sure she did). All that mattered was that I listened to her, Listening is such a useful blessing, gift. With so many individuals wanting to talk, it is a good listener who is prized. While talkers expound the me, a good listener experiences the we. And relationships...And the world... And that which is us... Take it all in. Listen and enjoy. 


And to go with the poem: Groove Armada "Think Twice" 

It seems that each day new diseases are discovered 


On October 14, 2015 Danish researchers. studying the malaria parasite, may have stumbled on the cure for cancer. Finally we may see the end of a disease that has plagued mankind for who know how long. Just as we are about to close the doors on one disease a new malady rears its ugly head. Imagine that you are the parent of a beautiful young lady with a new crippling disorder, for which there is no cure. 
What would you do? "When Parents Find Out Their Daughter Makes Jewelry" 

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Deep listening is miraculous for both listener 
and speaker. When someone receives us 
with open- hearted, non-judging, intensely 
interested listening, our spirits expand. 
Sue Patton Thoele

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Silence In The Night to Little Sister in Zombie Apocalypse 
A lonely man deals with the darkness 
A little sister deal with her older brothers 


Silence In The Night (free form poem) 

Listen
Listen
Listen
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Silence in the night
Whose bitterness
Encompasses the glory of the stars
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What do you search for
What do you yearn for
What need will feed your appetite
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Surely not here
With a soul and his memories
Waiting to join them again
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Surely not here
In the hallways of happiness
Ever so vast
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Surely not here
On the golden sunset
Of dreams yet to be
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Sitting there lonely
In now empty room
All that remains
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There is no reason to smile
There is no hope for laughter
And yet he does
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Maybe that is what you’re after
Maybe this is what you seek
Maybe never had to happen
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Emptiness forgotten
Silence now is your form
The answer to life without cause
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Emptiness forgotten
Can’t you leave this one alone
Whose life you never knew
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Emptiness forgotten
Seeks too late a heart
As the light goes out
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Listen
Listen
Listen 


Is this really a free form poem? Sure, there are no rhymes or intentional rhythmic patterns. Follow me on this one. Each stanza contains three lines. In the third stanza, each line begins with word "What". The next three stanzas begin with the lines "Surely not here". The cycle begins again three stanzas later (in the tenth stanza), with the word "Maybe".  Cycles. Listen. 

At nights, after Arlene died, I spent moments with darkness. Sure, there were people who watched over me, but they couldn't be there all the time. Then the darkness would take over. It's attacks began subtly, but would become viciously maddening. Cycle after cycle bent on wearing me down. Was "it" me or something else? Did it matter? I was being drawn down. 
At first, I didn't share with others, what was going on. They wouldn't believe me. They wouldn't believe what was going on. (So I thought or so "it" put into my mind.) They tried their best to cheer me up. They took me out. They kept me busy. It didn't matter. She was not there. I even sought out professional help. It didn't help. In the darkness "it" was waiting. Waiting for its toy. 
What saved me was: They needed me. My leadership. My oration skills. My ability to teach. My smile. It was still my time. The whatever it was got worse. "It" was determined to conquer me. Then they started to return. The sweet memories. It was like they were being held back. Mountain by mountain, they broke the bonds that had held them and raise me to the light. The light that the darkness must now contend. 
The message of all this is: use that something special in all of use to make memories. Golden mountains of memories. Memories that will guide us through the dark times. Memories to remind us of how special we all are. Don't believe we're special. Try telling that to that individual in the mirror. See if that reflection will believe us. It's a wonderful life. It's a wonderful time. Add to it all the wonder which is us and enjoy. 


How about this song to go with the poem: Adrian von Ziegler "Lunara" 

What's worse - Zombies or big brothers 


"Night of the Living Dead" (1968), though popular, was not the the first zombie movie made. The whole zombie genre was in movies since the 1930s. The most popular was "White Zombie", starring Béla Lugos, made in 1932. Now zombies are all over the place. Meet Millicent. She had some heavy duty dental work done. This required her to take some heavy duty drugs. Millicent's older brothers decided to have some fun by convincing her a zombie apocalypse was happening. 
To make matters worse (or funnier), Millicent's parents were in on the gag. "Brothers Convince Little Sister of Zombie Apocalypse" 

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People are like stained - glass windows. 
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, 
but when the darkness sets in, 
their true beauty is revealed 
only if there is a light from within. 
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

My Promise to The Presidential Debate and King Arthur 
A lover vies for the hand of his dream 
Two candidates vie for the leadership of their country 


My Promise (Shakespearean sonnet) 

My dear my love my world my precious soul
Please take my hand that I may bless your life
And be your shield for any future strife
To be that piece of life that makes you whole
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That every day you walk through will be bliss
And all your needs I’ll meet to see you smile
An at your feet such wonders I’ll compile
Your dream your heaven paradise my this
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But though I dream alas I’m just a man
A man whose dream right now holds only you
Tomorrow’s dream may change oh yes it’s true
But for this dream I’ll do what legends can
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All this I wish plus love that will not die
But I can only promise this I’ll try 


A simple Shakespearean sonnet. A lover sings his case to win his desire's hand. He states his case floridly, yet tries not to be misleading. Notice that in the "conflict" stanza (the third stanza), the speaker addresses his dream in every line. He tries to be as honest as he can when it comes to tomorrow and humans and certainty. It is his honesty, that the last line of the sonnet gains its power and meaning. 

"I promise." How many times have we heard that? How many time have we heard that only to be let down? I would like to offer an alternative. Instead of pledging a promise, pledge that you will try. 
A promise has only two outcomes. Either we succeed in keeping our promise or we fail. In trying (honestly trying) we can still fail or succeed, but we can grow. In promising, things may come up that may prevent one from keeping the promise. For instance: One may promise they will always be there. Then the car breaks down or the cell phone stops working (etc,). The promise is broken, good excuse(s) or not. If life plays this hand too often (all good intentions aside), honor is broken. How does one feel? A promise does not allow for things outside an individual's control. Whereas in the realm of trying, outside circumstances are more understandable, easier to deal with and doesn't negatively effect one's honor. Also, one can accomplish a promise and more, yet I do not feel, the above and beyond a promise is as meaningful as accomplishing more than we try. 
There may be times when circumstances require our promise. For all other occasions, consider the power of trying. Honestly trying, And when we try, also always go, always accomplish, always add a little extra. Oh sure, we could do the same thing with a promise. But consider this: if an individual accomplishes all this by simply trying, imagine what a promise would mean. Enter the possibilities of trying. Trying to be all that we are. Each step we try , leads to another success. And as we try, we enjoy. 


As we try the wonders of love, to motivate us: Michael Bublé performs 
Alan Brandt and Bob Haymes "That's All" 

The farthest thing from a promise is a politician 


A little known fact about King Arthur (Arthur Pendragon) is that he did not know his mother until he was king. Legend has it, he ruled Britain in the late 5th and early 6th centuries AD. Studio C has a legend of their own. What if back then the people of Britain elected their king. What if the candidates for this high office had to debate each other? 
Here is one more quandary: Is it a coincidence legend and laugh both begin with the letter L? "The Presidential Debate and King Arthur - Studio C" 

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Life doesn't require that we be the best, 
only that we try our best. 
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Lest Love Will Go to Superhawt 
A couple find the power of love 
A man has powers of his own 


Lest Love Will Go (acrostic sonnet) 

Let loose your fancy thoughts of me awhile
Erase all doubt and cling to what is true
Stand fast with feeling’s reason for sweet smile
Take hold these patient hands that yearn for you
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Let’s build a special loft for our repose
One space where it is safe for us to fall
Veiled roses we our secrets to expose
Else we will see an end we can’t forestall
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What care to us what lonely people say
Is there some hidden need behind their care
Lost laymen who led their own love astray
Lights strangers’ ways to share in their despair
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Give way to love and its rich kisses sow
Our hearts will trust in love lest love will go 


A Shakespearean sonnet with a little extra. An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. Here we have an acrostic poem molded into a Shakespearean sonnet. Each line begins with a letter of the tittle. To drive the cleverness home, the poem ends with the acrostic phrase. 

Ours was a grand love story. Arlene and I were childhood sweethearts. We met when I was one of the male actors in a play put on by her school. We used the magic of a tear as the legend of our love. We moved in together soon after Arlene graduated from high school. Our first apartment was a palace in the sky. It was a small one bedroom apartment, on Twin Peaks, overlooking the western half of San Francisco. The whole scenario was perfect for a grand love story. 
Life sent breezes enriched with gifts to lay at our wonderland. Our destiny was to be "lovers like no others". Before I go too far, we had our challenges and they we as big as our love. We were life and love at work. Individuals and places would come our way. Some to enhance us. Others to be enhanced, to be reassured, to be shown there may be magic through us. 
Perhaps I'm making too much of this. I believe there are things unexplainable in life. Love is one of these. As grand a couple Arlene and I were, there were others on similar clouds. Love has many aspects. As Arlene and I became richer in life's gifts, we saw how life had touched others in the endless facets of this precious gem. If life was doing this with love, what about the the many other of life's gifts? What about the ability to touch? The ability to inspire? The ability to dream? Endless is life's magic. How are you blessed?  What makes you grand? Rejoice and enjoy. 


Let's open our hearts and slip away: Scent of a Rose 
John Sokoloff "Kroshka Waltz", Eugen Doga "Gramophon" 

From love to magic of another kind 


Einstein’s theory of relativity dictates that the closer one is to the center of the Earth, the slower time goes (this has been measured). In the fantasy world, many heroes control time in various ways. RocketJump studio has thrown their hat, or should I say superhero, into the ring. His name is Superhawt. He has the ability to completely stop time. RocketJump's new superhero has a revelation. 
"What is it?". you may ask. Well watch... if you have time. "SUPERHAWT" 

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Immature love says: 
"I love you because I need you." 
Mature love says 
"I need you because I love you." 
Erich Fromm

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Does Time Exist to Every Driver Ever 
Lovers wonder about time 
While others wonder about drivers 


Does Time Exist (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Does time exist amidst two lovers’ lips
When in forgotten realms they chance to meet
An endless fantasy they now repeat
In worlds which dreams created for such slips
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Does time stand still for memories recall
The music made by legends long ago
A beat that every lover’s heart will know
A song through every lover’s lips will fall
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What callousness would miss the bliss here made
Or try to pry a moment that is due
Another world which it’s not privy to
Then put its ignorance upon parade
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Does time exist in moments close to this
Why waste our time with words when we could kiss


A Shakespearean sonnet that toys with minds with words. One moment, two lovers questioning time. Notice how this sonnet uses the words "Does time". Isn't it ironic that this sonnet should end the way it does? (Instead of talking, let's kiss.) Or is this a message? 

Time is another fascination of mine. We hear people say all of the time, "Time is too short." I am from the school of thinking, that believes time is relative. For me, time seems to go by slowly. There are hints others may feel the same as me. Perhaps you have experienced dreams that seem to last for hours, when only minutes have passed by. I have not done any studies on this, so I am not qualified to give any advice on this. All I know is that my days were filled. There seemed to be enough time to do all Arlene and I wanted. I recall wishing there was more time. Realizing there was only so much time, some moments may never happen again, Arlene and I learned to make the most of our moments, our time. Like the ending of the sonnet we invested in action, rather than words. 
What I am suggesting is: There might be more to time than we think. Keep in mind that moments only come around once. Make the most of them. Season each second with the positive person we are. It is our time, use is it as you please. And if you have to use it for life's necessities or to serve society, shine.shine, shine. Be that star memories, possibilities are bound to. Time may be short or it may be long or it may be perfect, but it is ours to enjoy. 


Let's use a little of our time to enjoy the jazz of: Jonathan Cain "Lost in A Kiss" 

There is always time to laugh - So let's poke some fun at drivers 


The most expensive vehicle ever sold was a 1931 Bugatti Royale Kellner Coupe which sold for $8,700,000.00. Who is going to drive  a 8.7 million dollar car? I'm sure someone will. Drivers are crazy. At least Ian Andrew Hecox and Anthony Padilla, of Smosh, think so. After minutes of research, the boys have thrown together this video. 
What do Andrew and Anthony really know about drivers, one may ask. Well... nothing. "EVERY DRIVER EVER" 

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Time is the most valuable 
thing a man can spend. 
Theophrastus