Saturday, November 12, 2016

Wish Of Lost Memory to Sherlock Meets His Match 
What mystery causes a lover's heart to beat 
What is the mystery Sherlock comes to solve 


Wish Of Lost Memory (English sonnet) 

A dream that passed here drifting into night
A wandering wish of lost memory
It calls to my soul from things yet to be
Yet senses in me shout all is not right
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My heart beats a pulse of this mystery
There’s something familiar drawing my light
Calling me tempting me passions incite
Strange promise attracts what hope warns to flee
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What temptress dawns the source of this abyss
Unspoken moments buried by some youth
A chilling thrill now looms from everywhere
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And then a maiden meets me with kiss
Which eased my mind from vision of this truth
I realized that I’m no longer there


A dream becomes reality called an English sonnet. This sonnet is an example of a mind play. What better arena could there be for this, but a dream? As with most English sonnets, the quatrains set the dream's atmosphere. The triplets take a closer look look at the dream's reality, A dream's reality?

Rather than spoiling your vision of this dream, let me share another one. The disco days were over. Arlene gets a call from our friend at Hertz. Arlene loved to drive. He had a car for rent and wanted us to try it at a ridiculously low rate, to repay a favor I did for him. It was a Corvette Stingray. (The dream gets better.) Arlene decides we are going to the Beach and Boardwalk at Santa Cruz via the scenic route. The boardwalk has a stage on the beach where bands put on free concerts. Arlene religiously followed the Jim Carroll Band, a new wave group. Guess who was performing that night? (The dream gets better.) Brian Linsley, the band's lead guitarist, was in rare form. He was in rare form. It was a clear night and there was a shooting star. It wasn't just a shooting star, It was a meteor shower. The stars put on a show.  (The dream gets better.) On the way back home, Arlene and I passed a delightful inn. We decided to spend the night there. In our room, Arlene pulls out two champagne glasses. I said, "Where did these come from?" (The dream gets better.)

Dreams are not limited to our sleep,  This is a wonder-filled world we inhabit, Wonders happen around us all the time. We simply have to be ready to take them in. All around are wonders to thrill our senses, our minds, our imaginations. In the mornings, look at the dew drop, It has the power to capture a rainbow, If the sun hits it just right, this tiny dew drop can project its rainbow. This is just one small example of the dreams, the wonder all around us. The greatest wonder of them all is us. Because it all starts here.  So as wonder meets wonders Enjoy.


Talk about dreams: Dany Brillant "Suzette" 

Elementary, dear Watson 


Sherlock Holmes the fictional private detective created by British author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle first appeared in 1887. Sherlock Holmes' greatest nemesis was Professor James Moriarty. The folks of Studio C have brought these two adversaries head to head for one last purpose. 
Dr. Watson best stand back for this mystery. "Sherlock Meets His Match" 


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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart 
when I'm awake, you know? 
Ernest Hemingway

Thursday, November 10, 2016

The Splendor Of Surrender to Killing an African Warlord 
A couple surrender to love 
A warlord would rather die than surrender 


The Splendor Of Surrender (lyrical poem) 

Within my arms let’s drift away
We’ll see what heaven has to say
Of lovers who had dreams in view
And kissed a while to make them true
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We’ll see what heaven has to say
Within my arms let’s drift away
Where star of Joy behold a dawn
Which memories were built upon
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Oh the splendor
Of surrender
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When we took a chance
To enter romance
And follow its trance
To let our dreams dance
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We’ll see what heaven has to say
As passions fall under our sway
While timeless forever we’ll blaze
And moonlight is left in daze
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Oh the splendor
Of surrender
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As we took a chance
Our love to enhance
Unveiled an expanse
To dare with dreams dance
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Oh the splendor
Of surrender
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To give dreams a chance
And magic to glance
Here in our romance
To endlessly dance
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Within my arms let’s drift away
Deep in this moment dreamers play
Beyond the kiss of morning’s dew
Dancing on rainbows which we knew
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Oh the splendor
Of surrender 


A couple dance a dream to form this lyrical poem. This lyrucal poem uses a refrain and a chorus along with the verses. The refrains end with the word "surrender". The choruses end with the word "dance", As always, the beats, in this lyrical poem, are kept tight so that these words fit easily into a song (in case anyone is interested). 

Talk about life being weird.... When Arlene took me to our first dance, she discovered to her dismay that I couldn't dance. It took Arlene years to teach me to dance. I'm a slow learner, but I stuck to it. I woke up just in time as the disco era was flowering. Valerie, who would become my main model (when I was a photographer} a dancer and a singer and the wife of my friend Mike, liked the way Arlene and I danced. She invited us to Tivedo's Dance Studios (in the Mission district). It is here that we would meet hair stylists Ed and Sherrie, who would form "the crew" (Ed, Sherrie, Valerie, Mike, Lance and his date and Arlene and me). "The crew" would frequent dance venues together. At Tivedo's I would bump into Gloria. Gloria was a girl I had eyes for, but she was too beautiful to be interested in me. It turned out, she felt the same for me. When I bumped into her again, she and her brother, Gary, were the National Disco Dance Champions. So we had girl whose boyfriend couldn't dance hanging out with "the crew" and the National Disco Dance Champions.

So often I have heard, "I wish I could dance." Considering how many dances there are now-a-days and what we see on the dance floor, everyone can dance. Then again, what does it take to hold your sweetheart close and sway from side to side? Maybe we are afraid of what others will think, What does that matter? But I understand. Here is something else. We are all good at something. "Dance" is a metaphor for life. We can all learn how to dance or "dance" at what we do best. And when our rainbow appears let us Enjoy. 


Let's have some romantic dance music.  Al Marconi "Innocence" 

It's not easy being a warlord 


Born Joshua Milton Blahyi, the crazed fighter who would become General Butt Naked was one of the most feared combatants in the Liberian civil war of the 1990s. Meet Commander Beaujolais. He is a feared African Warlord. His forces are surrounded. Rather than being taken captive,the commander has asked one of his trusted soldiers to take his life. 
Let us say fair well to Commander Beaujolais. "Key & Peele - Killing an African Warlord" 


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In a great romance, each person basically 
plays a part that the other really likes. 
Elizabeth Ashley

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Falling to Robot Programmed To Kill 
A lover seeks escape from the sorrow of heartbreak 
A robot seeks escape from the clutches of a junkyard 



Falling (poem) 

Heartbreak
Stay this moment
Of all those once where yesterdays turned black
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Teardrops
Drawn these wishes
Of fantasies whose ever never were
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Sorrow
Purge this shadow
Of echoes from another part of me
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How did we get here
What can recall
Seems mindless confusion
Has wiped out all trace
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A blame you for this
Others for that
But now these brief riches
Mean nothing at all
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Reason unravels
Love’s feelings flip
In bottomless hollow
A soul seeks a bend
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Escape
Cries some darkness
Outstretching a sole but promiseless hand
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Maybe
Comes an answer
From a voice I hadn’t heard for awhile 


A lover is falling after his love leaves him in this poem. This looks like a free form poem. But a closer extermination of the beats gives it away. Although this poem doesn't rhyme, it does follow a strict meter.

Oh yes, I suffered a break up. Worse yet, it happened in my teenage years. (And we all know how logical we teenagers were.) Everything was going real well. I didn't have an inkling anything was wrong. Arlene and I were supposed to see each other that day, but instead I get a phone call. Arlene wants to break up. The echo of the word "end" was the last thing I remember as I descended down my hole. A hole that wasn't so much dark as it was confusing. When I got myself out off that hole, it took all those close to me (teachers, family and friends) to bring me back to a level of normalcy. Arlene did come back to me. I have never asked her why she broke up with me. 

I am a Christian, but let's put religion aside for a moment. Many people, things and situations have brought us here where are, but none as important than us. Oh sure, there was our mother, who gave us life. But that was a baby many lifetimes ago. Now here we are. Of the billions of people who inhabit this planet there is only one us. And the things we do touches others (and others and others...). The most important person we touch is us. All of this may sound silly or obvious. Countless are those who take the silly and obvious for granted. Think about it. When we are alone, whose is that voice we hear? Ultimately where does our hope come from; our courage; our confidence; our will; all those things that give us value? What a wonder we are. Never forget this and Enjoy. 


How about some music for all this: Rue du Soleil "Missing" 

Cozmo is waiting 


Over 3.2 million students are victims of bullying each year. Approximately 160,000 teens skip school every day because of bullying. 17% of American students report being bullied 2 to 3 times a month or more within a school semester. Meet Cozmo, the cutest artificial intelligence robot ever seen. He is the brain-child of a bunch of college buddies in grad school at Carnegie Mellon, Cozmo was sparked to life by Anki, a mechanical engineering company. 
What does Cozmo have to do wit bullying? Let's find out. "Robots Programmed to Kill!" 


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The more you believed in yourself, 
the more you could trust yourself. 
The more you trust yourself, 
the less you compare yourself to others.
Roy T. Bennett

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Joker's Serenade to How to Fight a Clown 
A clown has a falling out with love 
A clown has a falling out with a martial arts master 


Joker’s Serenade (English sonnet) 

A wind repeats the mistakes that I made
So countlessly repeating maybe more
The waves of mishaps wearing on life’s shore
The shadows of a joker’s serenade
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So funny how I rarely saw before
The thoughts of some improvement a charade
Here was the one I was upon parade
A clown a fool a jester gone to war
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Yet looking back at all I wandered through
The scars and smiles my heart began to know
Mistake where but a part of grander play
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Small marvels are the things which I would do
And in the lives of others they would grow
For here I stand still kissed by yesterday


A love is lost and a person grows in this English sonnet. Here we have one tale of one person. Yet the sonnet breaks it up into two parts. The quatrains the clouds of doubt and confusion. The triplets the rain of hope and growth. 

Arlene and I were very lucky. We got married very young, as did many of our friends. Divorce rates were very high , in our time, especially among our friends. Two in particular were Kristy and Steve. One evening Steve comes over unannounced. Kristy had moved out and wants a divorce. Arlene ad I were floored. Steve and Kristy were a magic couple. They were a lot of fun to be with. They were an inspiration. No one would suspect that there was any problem. No one but Steve. He was convinced that the divorce was all his fault. If he had only given her the attention she deserved. Steve would grieve for months. Then he cheered up. When asked why he said, "Yes, it was sad that Kristy and I broke up, but the time we had together was magical." 

Bad things happen to all of us. Some are our fault. Some are caused by others. Some just happen. We find ourselves saying, "If only I had..." "I wish they didn't..." We cannot change the past. We can learn from it. Good things happen to us as well.  We can learn from these also. More importantly they release us. We can learn from all of our experiences, but only the good launches us forward. We are a product of all the things that have brought us here. Some things tend to drift to the forefront. In positive people, it is all the good things that happened to us float to the top. And so the flowers are sweeter. The sun is brighter. The whole world is better. Let us always cling to the good and Enjoy. 


A song for the sonnet: Frank Sinatra "Send In The Clowns" 

Bothered by clowns 


In the German language the word clown means ‘don’t leave the kids alone with that one’! Around Halloween clowns were a big problem. To answer the clown problem comes Master Ken of EnterTheDojoShow. Master Ken has invited actor and martial artist Michael Jai White to teach us how to defend ourselves against clown attacks. 
Note: Clowns do not include family member, unless they are dressed as clowns. "How to Fight a Clown" 


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Some memories are unforgettable, 
remaining ever vivid and heartwarming! 
Joseph B. Wirthlin

Monday, November 7, 2016

Her Window to Where The Heck Is Matt 
From a limited world 
To a limitless world 


Her Window (sonnet) 

The days pass by her window where she waits
The sun casts rainbows from the dew on ground
From answers which will never more be found
What mysteries a shadow there creates
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Her silent stares across the endless straits
Spring’s blossoms which were never meant to be
A haunting tide across some memory
The promises her faithful heart restates
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A world once grand to wishes relegates
She doesn’t see the stars which bless the night
Her very soul is searching for some light
With all else gone the dream she dawns are fate’s
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Until returns some meaning through hope’s gates
She sits beside her window where she waits


A lady is lost in time in this sonnet. This is not a Shakespearean sonnet. Let's take a look at the rhyme scheme: ABBA ACCA ADDA AA. Part of the rhyme scheme is progressing and of it remains stagnant. Part of the sonnet represents the world (moving). Part representing a lady who is waiting. 

I believe we should live in the now, look forward (plan for) the future and every now and again enjoy a memory or two. One thing haunts my mind and challenges this belief. I used to be a houseboy. I cleaned people's houses. I had one customer, Mrs. Worth. She lived in a large apartment on Nob Hill. She was very wealthy. Her husband had passed away. Yet Mrs. Worth showed no sign of remorse. Her entire apartment was decorated in her brighter days. Days when her and her husband where world travelers. There was no television and the radio was tuned into ab oldies station. If she wanted to go outside, there was a spectacular garden on the roof. All of her food and needs were brought to her. Her children worked very hard to keep their mother's dream and happiness alive. Mrs. Worth lived in a past. There was no future. Her wealth had frozen time (for her). And there, in her time, she waits. 

I still believe we should live in the now, look forward (plan for) the future and every now and every now and again enjoy a memory or two. But my past keeps coming back to haunt me. First there is my wife, Amor, who is very proud of me. She loves to mention my achievements and the places I've taken her. And don't even mention weddings, unless you want to look at volumes of pictures. Then there is my family and friends who love to bring up the volumes of remember whens. Then there are all of the achievements, which every now and again resurface. I am in my golden years. I am no longer that young man I used to be, as my body on the tennis court reminds me. There is so much I can no longer do. Yet there is so much I have done. So should it be with all of us. As old age creeps up on us it should have to deal with the legacy of things that we did well. Our achievements are those things important to us. Try to live in the now. Build in this now. And here in this now Enjoy. 


A song to go with the sonnet: Hope "Who Am I To Say" 

Like traveling - Need an idea 


Travel exposes you to different environments, which create stronger antibodies and boost your immune system significantly. Meet Matt Harding. Matthew "Matt" Harding is a traveler, video game designer, and Internet celebrity known as Dancing Matt for his viral videos that show him dancing in front of landmarks and street scenes in various international locations. 
Let's join Matt in is latest exploits. "Where the Heck is Matt?" 

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We must use time wisely and forever realize 
that the time is always ripe to do right. 
Nelson Mandela

Sunday, November 6, 2016

In The Shadows to 7 Ways Cats Creep You Out 
Lurking in the shadows is a monster 
Lurking in the shadows is our beloved cat 


In The Shadows (Shakespearean sonnet) 

In the shadows streaming through my mind
It’s lurking ever lurking plagued by light
To heartbreak sorrow pain regret resigned
This coward always shrinking from all sight
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This formless mold corroding all that’s fair
It’s seething ever seething fearing dawn
Yet darkness distrust doubt disdain it’s there
It eats me cheats me from the world I’ve drawn
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This depth of something we refuse to know
It’s waiting ever waiting for the chance
For caring sharing love concern to go
For hope has set up walls towards its advance
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In the shadows streaming through this me
It’s You forever You who sets me free 


What was the monster lurking in this Shakespearean sonnet. A classic sonnet follows a strict form. Add to this the similarities of all of the second lines of this sonnet. Add to this that this sonnet ends as it began. Why is this important? Though there is a monster lurking, the speaker is able to maintain order. 

In school I met my doppelganger. Mike looked exactly like me. We became fake brothers until a week before our audition at Fantasy Records. We had a major falling out. Bad luck continued to follow Mike around as he and his wife were divorced. Mike rebuilt his life. He remarried and made may wonderful memories. He gave back for his many blessings by entertaining patients at retirement homes. A couple of years ago bad luck struck Mike again. He has a rare disease for which there is no cure. He is slowly loosing control of his muscles. He can no longer walk, talk or write. Imagine, here is a singer who cannot sing. I or any of his friends are not permitted to see him. Mike wants us to remember him as he was, rather than what he is becoming. Pretty depressing. Yet his wife and his memories successfully stave off depression. Mike uses what time he as left writing songs, on his computer, for his ex-wife, who has taken over for Mike at the old folks' homes.  

Bad luck strikes us all. Hopefully not as bad as poor Mike. Here was a monster who tried to extinguish a person's life. But it utterly failed. In fact, it did just the opposite. It brought out the noble side of a person. A person like so many, whose noble deeds go unrecognized except for those effected or touched.  We are inundated with news of bad things happening all around us. But, it might come as a surprise, many more people are involved in good things.Things that usually don't make the news, don't rouse the media. Things like volunteering, community outreach, world peace activities and more. People are, we are basically good. The bad that dominate the headlines are the exceptions not the norm. Many are the people working for the better tomorrow. Maybe you are one of them. And as we greet that next smile, remember that it all stats here, so Enjoy. 

Just a great story for some. For some a reminder: 
Jan Garbarek & The Hilliard Ensemble "When Jesus Wept" 

Now where is that furry kitty 


The first cat in space was a French cat named Felicette (a.k.a. “Astrocat”). In 1963 France blasted the cat into outer space. She survived the trip. Cole and Marmalade are cats owned by Chris Poole, a self confessed crazy cat guy. Chris insists Cole and Marmalade are film makers. Maybe Chris isn't just a crazy cat guy.
Let's watch Cole and Marmalade's latest hit. "7 Ways Cats Creep You Out!"


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The ultimate measure of a man is not 
where he stands in moments of comfort 
and convenience, but where he stands 
at times of challenge and controversy. 
Martin Luther King, Jr.