Friday, July 28, 2017

A Haunting Whisper to What Happens In The Girls Locker Room 
What is the secret behind a whisper 
What is the secret of the girls' locker room 

A Haunting Whisper (Martin verse) 

A haunting whisper in the night
A memory of past delight
Is hiding somewhere out of sight
To try and fix what wasn’t right
Familiar voice it calls to me
With promises to set me free
And dreams of all that yet might be
A brighter side to destiny
And as it sang throughout the night
What hidden secrets were set free
The once was lost now came to be
Strange memories I couldn’t right
Familiar voice came over me
With all the victims of delight
Till teardrops come to ease my sight
These footsteps of my destiny
I saw the way to ease the right
It took my hand and gave me sight
Was this the price of my delight
A haunting whisper in the night 

The secret of a whisper is unmasked in this Martin verse. I created Martin verse in 2010. It is an easy form to use .Come up with four words that rhyme. Now come up with four more. Next, in four lines mix two of the first words with two of the second set. Do it again with the remaining words of the first and second sets, Lastly, use the first four words in reverse order. There, we have written a Martin verse. Don't forget to let me know so I can guide people to your site.

Like most couples. Arlene and I would have our scuffles. When they happened late at night, they were almost comical. (Except no argument is really comical.) I would take my pillow and grab a blanket and sleep on the couch. That will teach her. The next morning, Arlene made sure I saw her in her nightgown or pull over. Then I realized, I lost again. Did I learn? I did mention before that I was a slow learner. Every now and then, Arlene would have mercy and sing out from the bedroom. It wasn't as if she was really singing. It was the way her voice touched my heart. All at once, I was transported back to the beginning. All of the precious moments, the feelings came back. The magic of the future came to me. It was an amazing feeling. Even more amazing, it happened in a time of its own. I forgot everything, except that I wanted to be with Arlene. As time went on and we got older, every now and and again, I would hear Arlene's song to my heart. It was always fresh. It seemed like it was always like the first time. But how could I know? 

Far be it for me to talk. Even after being brainwashed with Chevron's positivity sessions, I would still argue with Arlene. In reflection it seems now to have been over silly things. But maybe not. We live in a world of opposites. For every one thing there is its other. We cannot fully appreciate the good without at least a knowledge of the bad. It is believed, by some, that if one thing is eliminated its opposite will disappear. In a world of positives some negatives must build up. How do we get rid of it? First, and most importantly, know it's happening. Know that negatives are building up inside each of us. The second part is a little more complex. It is complex only because we are individuals and so are our negatives. Rest assured, like a shower or a bath, there is a way, or ways, of freeing ourselves of our negatives. And don't we want feel good? It's a wonderful world. Breath it in and exhale and Enjoy. 

Now let's listen to the wind: Govi "Voices In The Wind" 

The forbidden is revealed 

One of the world's most top secret places is Iron Mountain (The World’s Official Archive). It is the home to some of the world’s most priceless treasures, 8 security guards holding AR-15s guard its entrance. It’s called Iron Mountain. To go deep into the mine requires traveling about 22 stories beneath the surface of the earth. Fortune 500 companies store databases here. Major banks back up their information here. Iron Mountain contains 27 million original negatives of the world’s most famous photos. Ranging from iconic photos of Albert Einstein to Rosa Parks. Also, major record labels store original master recordings here. Think Elvis and Frank Sinatra. And last but not least, Bill Gates‘ collection of over 100 million images rests inside. 
Another top secret place is the girls' locker room. Now only, the doors are open. Here to give us a tour is Rachel Levin of rclbeauty101. "What Happens In The Girls Locker Room!" 

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Each and every morning, I want to be only a pillow 
whisper away from you. I love to see your smile 
as you open your eyes, awakening from your sleep. 
I never want to lose that. 
Gabor Timis 

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

The Settling Of A Dream to How To Save Money 
A dream teaches people a secret 
A young lady teaches us how to save money 

The Settling Of A Dream (English sonnet) 

A dream had settled somewhere in the night
But people passed it by without a care
They couldn’t see their future lying there
They didn’t have the time to set things right
The dream soon caught the light of youthful stare
A child of hope this wonderment of sight
With dream in hand what worlds can’t we excite
Together we have so much more to share
But people passed him by in their old way
They wouldn’t see their future passed their nose
They didn’t have the time to save the youth
A dream had learned to cry one fateful day
Together people held each other close
Together sharing something more than truth 

The evolution of a dream was the tears of this English sonnet. Here is an example of using an English sonnet to tell a flash fiction. In the first half a dream appears. No one notices or cares except a boy. The dream fills him with possibilities. The second half begins with no one caring. This sets off a conflict with a tragic conclusion. The dream learns something new and the people are brought together. The nature of the dream is kept unclear. 

When I bought my house it was a very tight neighborhood. It was the type where people looked out their windows to see what's happening on the block. Sunny Sundays were street sweeping days. We would clean the streets and areas in front of our houses or at least pretend to. In actual fact it was a call to come out and share in the latest gossip. And out we came, armed with our fully loaded coffee or tea. Since Arlene and I were the new ones on the block, we got to hear the old stories. (A couple of times.) It seems the block wasn't always this friendly, except for Ken. Ken was a retired gentleman, who's wife had passed. He was always helping or offering to help someone. He thought he was handsome and he might have been decades ago. He was a polite flirt. His flirting and his misconception of how he looked often brought on laughs. A compliment for Ken. Ken got ill. Alzheimer's. It seems he was a big time volunteer at his church. They sent someone to take him to and from church. When he got back home neighbors would talk to him. When the weather good, his caretaker let him stay out a little longer. This is how Sunny Sundays started. Or so the legend goes.

And so it goes. I never met Ken. His story was told to me. I told it to you. I'm sure I wasn't the only one that Ken's story was told to. I enjoyed listening to the tale, as I'm sure people enjoyed telling it. Who knows how this effected our day? Who knows how our attitudes effected others? And on and on. The message is: We effect things. Yes each of us matters. The world is different because we are here, and will be different after we are gone. But we're not completely gone. So the question is: How do we want to be remembered? This is a personal choice. There is no right or wrong answer. There is only one judge (Two, if we are religious.) If that isn't important enough, bear in mind, we effect eternity. And of course there is our old friend, change. Make no mistake, this is our time. Use it. Carve out a story for ever. Most of all, Enjoy.

Here to tell us about the power of dreams: Celine Dion "The Power Of The Dream" 

Now let's learn how to save money - from a cheapskate 

The easiest way to save money is to have a set amount automatically deposited into your bank account each pay period. Another way is consider becoming a cheapskate. The average cheapskate is generally known to be good at saving money.
Here to give us some cheapskate lessons is Liza Koshy. "HOW TO SAVE YOUR MONEY!!"

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Always remember, you have within you 
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to reach for the stars to change the world. 
Harriet Tubman


Monday, July 24, 2017

The Forest to Jimmy's First Travel Video 
Tankas of discovery 
Jimmy discovers his travel plans were somewhat different 

Dawn (tanka) 

Dawn awoke again
Shedding hope upon the world
She whispered to me
Come out and find the magic
That I have waiting for you 

The Forest (tanka) 

Dark was the forest
Were the people heard a roar
Never heard before
So they cut down every tree
An still couldn’t find their fear

Never Lost (tanka) 

Searching through the sands
For that something never lost
Tearing through a soul
Lover crying in the dark
Cannot hear the melody

Discoveries awake in these tankas. Tankas are easy to compose. A traditional tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song" and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form. They do not have to rhyme. Modern tanka poets are successfully challenging the traditional style. 

Arlene was not an outdoors person, when I met her. San Francisco is a beautiful city, but it was Arlene's prison. I may have had a poor childhood, but I did get exposure to many of California's natural wonders. Giant sequoias are the world's largest single trees and largest living thing. They grow to an average height of 50–85 m (164–279 ft) and 6–8 m (20–26 ft) in diameter. They can be found in Muir Woods, only about 12 miles north of San Francisco. A sequoia is an amazing sight. I had the privilege of introducing Arlene to sequoias. She was so awestruck that it took all day to complete a one mile hike. Lake Berryessa is only 2 hours from the city. It has warm calm water and oceans of scenery: the best of which became Arlene in a bikini. Lake Berryessa became Arlene's favorite lake. Also about 2 hours from San Francisco is the Russian River. Russian River is approximately 110 miles long and extremely family friendly. It became her favorite river. Ironic that a person's prison was so close to her loves. It was my joy to open my joy to my joy.

We live in challenging times as far as nature is concerned. Environmental concerns like global warming, acid rain, air pollution, urban sprawl, waste disposal, ozone layer depletion, water pollution, climate change and more. According to ScienceDaily, anthropologists predict the next major extinction is coming in 40 year. This extinction will be due to human population and our need and demands on the environment. What can we do? Much more than we think. First learn what;s going on. Make a personal commitment to get involved. By learning and committing a world of possibilities open up to us. Contact and support leaders who share our concerns. Do not support leaders and businesses that don't. Make our voices heard. Get involved (the best we can). Know that we will make a difference. We can save our world. And as the sun rises to another day made better by us, Enjoy.

And now a song I hope we will enjoy: Cusco "Ghost Dance" 

If we want to see the world don't make it like this 

$644.9 billion was spent on leisure travel in 2015. Needless to say, people like vacationing. But sometimes you get to your destination thing is certain: the more you know, the better. James Richard, of LifeAccordingToJimmy, recently took a long deserved vacation. 
Let's watch his video and see how it went, "My First Travel Video" 

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Mother Nature is the great equalizer. 
You can't get away from it. 
Christopher Heyerdahl


Saturday, July 22, 2017

Princess Of My Mind to Detective Doctor, At Your Service 
A lover is taken away by the madness of a dream 
An event is taken away by the madness of names 

Princess Of My Mind (sonnet) 

Silently listen stardust in her name
Softly she comes to claim my dreams away
Forever’s tomorrows won’t be the same
As long as moonlight falls within her sway
Timelessly glisten princess of my mind
Searching out reasons buried in my heart
Why I dare dream a fate so ill designed
This mad fantasy would tear me apart
Patiently christen vessel of my fate
To love a memory which can’t come true
The shadows of my tears can’t now abate
The realms which formed this wall ‘tween me and you
And with a kiss she pardons in the dawn
Silently listen where my love has gone 

What is this dream that takes possession of him in this sonnet? This looks like a Shakespearean sonnet. An iambic pentameter is a line of verse with five metrical feet, each foot consisting of one short (or unstressed) syllable followed by one long (or stressed) syllable: for example, And with a kiss she pardons in the dawn. A Shakespearean sonnet is composed of 14 lines of iambic pentameter. Although this fancy contains 14 lines of 10 beats, the lines are not all iambic pentameter.

I recall one (of many) enchanting evenings. Arlene and I went to the Moonraker, in Pacifica. The Moonraker is a seafood restaurant with an unbelievable view of the Pacific. Arlene and I were seated by the window. As we enjoyed our meal we were caught in the spell of the sun kissing the ocean. Or was it Arlene's eyes? The magic of the moment sparked something more in those stars. After dinner, not to loose the moment, we went to Nick's Rockaway. Nick's is a restaurant/bar with live music and dancing, just a short stroll across the street. As luck would have it, the band had a slight Latin flavor. Our favorite flavor on the dance floor. A few dances, a few drinks, the magic deepened. The band knew how to keep us on the dance floor. It was a quiet clear warm night, so Arlene and I decided to take or enchantment under the moon and star lit sky of the shores. As we strolled the music of Nick's was in the breeze, as if to urge us on. A simple dinner turned into so much more. Rather than drive back to the city, we got a room, with a view, at a hotel, there. We were lost in love. I remember the next morning, over coffee, looking at Arlene against the magic of the Pacific Ocean, imaging all the places our love had gone the night before. 

(I bet, after reading this story, "...where my love has gone". from the sonnet, takes on new meaning.)

It is a wonderful world. By wonderful, I mean full of admiration, amazement, astonishment, awe,
respect, reverence, veneration; curiosity, interest, surprise... What I am trying to illustrate is this is an unbelievable world, filled with thing like the word "wonder": which means so much more. Is it any wonder no two people see anything alike? Everything we see, feel, experience, take in, reject... everything is seasoned by something else. Something else unique to us. It is a marvel that we can we can communicate at all. This is very important when dealing with others. There is an excellent chance their world is not the same as ours. We have enough of challenge ordering our own life. Listen. Take in what they are expressing. We do not have to accept what is being said to us, but we should listen. Try not to judge the other person. Keep in mind their world may be quite different. The key word is "Listen". Listen to the world all around us. It is indeed a "wonder". We are a wonder. Listen. grow and Enjoy.

Talk about listening, let's listen to this beautiful song: Bandari "Princess of the Moon" 

There can be strange wonder in confusion 

"Who's on First?" is a comedy routine made famous by Abbott and Costello. The premise of the sketch is that Abbott is identifying the players on a baseball team for Costello, but their names and nicknames can be interpreted as non-responsive answers to Costello's questions. For example, the first baseman is named "Who"; thus, the utterance "Who's on first" is ambiguous between the question ("Which person is the first baseman?") and the answer ("The name of the first baseman is 'Who'"). 
The folks at Studio C take this concept to a new, more confusing height. "Detective Doctor, At Your Service" 

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Lao Tzu


Thursday, July 20, 2017

She Hears Him Coming to Dating A Gold Digger 
One girl is waiting for him 
One girl has him right where she wants him 

She Hears Him Coming (Shakespearean sonnet) 

She hears his coming there among the trees
Her heart prepares to greet another day
Where kisses are the whispers of the breeze
And rainbows are the tears of yesterday
She hears his voice again call out her name
A song which sets her spinning in a whirl
While torrents make her passions hard to tame
And there another truth begins to twirl
She hears the sound like lightning hit the ground
Confusing voices rush to fill the air
A world of shadows flowing all around
She could not see the body lying there
Again she hears him coming from the trees
He is the hope her dreams try to appease 

A tree keeps a maiden's dream alive in this Shakespearean sonnet. Here we weave a haunting sonnet, It uses an echo effect by starting each quatrain with "She hears". After the tragedy is revealed "she hears" is less dominant. This sonnet returns to the beginning, rhyme in the rhyming couplet, to give the effect of an unending round. 

There was a girl, Gabriel, who fell in love with a guy. The problem was, this guy was married. Here is were the story gets fascinating. Gabriel honestly tried to get this guy out of her mind, or at least try to dampen her feelings. She couldn't. Everything reminded her of him. She couldn't think of anything but him. She loved him very much. So much that she couldn't ruin his marriage. His happiness became the outlet of love. She managed to become the caretaker of his children. More than this, she did little things around the house to free up some extra time for his wife to spend time with him. She became Auntie Gabriel to the kids. She never got a boyfriend aside the guy. To her, that would be cheating, In time, the wife noticed how Gabriel was looking at her husband. Gabriel told her the whole depth of her love. I will end the story here. What would you do? 

People like Gabriel actually exist. She actually exists. She was just one person to cross my my path who was outside the norm. Outside the norm? What is the norm? Are we within the norm? Ever notice that there are many flavors of ice cream? That is: if we even like ice cream. Yes, people are different. But what is normal? That we are all right handed? Or even that we are all either male or female? (Sexuality issues) Even our languages. Note the "s" in languages. Then there are dialects and accents of the same language. One shouldn't talk with their mouth full of food, unless it is culturally acceptable. "Thou shall not kill" ...except. What is normal today may not have been normal yesterday. What is normal in one household may not be normal in another; just down the street; a friend. Yet we all stand in lines. We generally get along. There is a sense of "common sense". What is the norm? We are wonders. So Enjoy.

Here is some music for a maiden waiting: Maryse Briffa "Winds Of Hope" 

Now for the other side of the coin 

Amy Irving is an actress who married Steven Spielberg in 1985.  The couple was notoriously on and off and before they were married, Willie Nelson apparently broke the two up for a while. That little romance cost Irving the part in the Indiana Jones film Steven Spielberg was shooting at the time. They eventually rekindled and wed. The two were married only 4 years before getting a divorce. She received a settlement of close to $100 million. Gold digger?
Here's another story. "Dating a Gold Digger | Anwar Jibawi" 

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Hope is being able to see that there is light 
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Desmond Tutu

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Their Night to Anime Fidget Spinners 
A couple meets their night 
A hero meets his night 

Their Night (Italian sonnet) 

And there we were two lovers met their night
Our guiding star so brightly showed the way
Upon our path which flowers kept in sight
And with each kiss the promises of day
So off we went two children lost to hope
Enjoying youth and all which followed it
Our gentle worries kisses helped us cope
Until we found our path had grown a split
Then came the clouds who helped confound our star
And paths with signs and promises of more
Each step forebodes the warnings of a scar
Our kisses wane to wander far from shore
But through the rain of pain our star returns
What strange new path now sees us holding tight
What strain of fate has kisses for concerns
For there we were true lovers met their night

Two lovers successfully pass through the hardship of life in this Italian sonnet. An Italian sonnet is just like a Shakespearean sonnet except that instead of ending with a rhyming couplet another quatrain is thrown in. In this one the normal rhyme pattern is broken as the sonnet tries to show the return of the lovers by making the last line very similar to the first line. (Normal rhyme pattern: A/B/AB C/D/C/D E/F/E/F G/H/G/H.) 

Arlene and I were pretty blessed, as far as life and its hardships was concerned. After leaving our dream " Castle in the Sky" we moved to that apartment in the Richmond district. It was in that apartment that our love would be tested. I am unsure what it was that turned two lovers against one another. Somehow Arlene and I survived as a couple, as partners, as lovers. Not only that, we were were stronger.

As with most people, life constantly challenges us. So it was with Arlene and me. I was at work/when I get a phone call. A two year old baby had died under Arlene's care. With little notice, I left work to rush home and be with Arlene. In the quiet of the taxi the unreality of what Arlene must be going through was filling up my mind. When I arrived home there were three police cars parked outside. Arlene was at the kitchen table with two officers. It seems the child fell off a small toy horse and had a "freak" and fatal accident in the front room. When the officers left, I was alone with a confused stranger who needed comforting. I only had one purpose. The details of what exactly happened were not as important as seeing Arlene back from whatever she was going though. It was so strange that the "horrors" of that Richmond apartment would give us the strength to wake up from this nightmare.

Life is a wonder. A bad experience gave a couple the strength to meet a worse experience. Oh yes, they could have met this calamity without their former hardship. Let's look at things another way, From the moment we are born we start to learn. (Some think the learning process begins earlier.) As we learn, we can take advantage. or more readily adjust, to other things. First we walk, then we run. Our first love (that pillow or blanket) leaves us and it is the end of the world, But we learn. We grow. Scientifically: it is nerves and chemicals. For those of us of a spiritual nature: throw in a touch of something else. Either way, it is amazing. Throw in our food. Not just those things we eat and drink, but the things we experience. The wonder of it. It all helps us grow. And as we grow, let us Enjoy.

One more gift: Barry Gibb "One Night For Lover" 

We knew this was coming 

A fidget spinner is a toy that consists of a bearing in the center of a multi-lobed flat structure made from metal or plastic designed to spin along its axis with little effort. The Guardian, The New York Times and the New York Post credit Catherine Hettinger, a chemical engineer by training, for inventing the devise. As one might suspect, it wouldn't be long until fidget spinner masters would emerge. Corridor Digital has captured the final duel of two masters. 
Place your bets, "ANIME FIDGET SPINNERS" 

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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Some words to Mayweathor VS McGregor 
Some words just fall short between lovers 
Some words just fall short between rivals 

Some Words (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Was in some words the couple didn’t know
Some keys to unlock meanings which they felt
Some islands in a world about to melt
Some memories for passion set to grow
They searched their hearts and seasons of their souls
To draw an instant ever dare not change
They glanced how vast and endless feelings range
What could they say to last such lavish tolls
Each second turned to years of endlessness
Each heartbeat sang of hopes in lovers’ eyes
Each silence welcomed warm and longing sighs
Was there some form to all this senselessness
Unclear what form gave meaning to amiss
Was in some words known only to a kiss

Two lovers lost for words to express themselves is the swirl of this Shakespearean sonnet. There are some major ironies here. First note that the couple's search (three lines beginning with "some") in the first quatrain is answered by waiting (three lines beginning with "each")  in the third quatrain. The sonnet ends with the same four words it began with. The biggest irony in this poem about a couple's search for words is: This is a sonnet. A complex one, at that. 

Of course there is something more in a kiss. Something beyond words. In fact, in most lasting relationships there are gestures, looks, senses that go far beyond what words can say. Way back in the day. At our very first dance, Arlene discovered I couldn't dance. Dancing was very important to her. So off we went. In Arlene's basement. I'm a slow learner. Arlene kept the lessons short to keep the interest high and included a lot of kissing and hugging. It's amazing, as dumb and clumsy as I was, she never gave up. Oh, I learned the footwork, but I wasn't a dancer. After years, a light went on. I became a dancer. (Just in time for our marriage.) Now, we have all heard the saying about the male leading. In fact, good dancing involves communication from both partners. Communications without words. So out on the dance floor, as the music flows, two people create magic.

The Second Edition of the Oxford English Dictionary contains 171,476 words in current use, and 47,156 obsolete words. To this there is estimated about 9,500 derivative words. Add to this, there are worlds of meanings, feelings, signals, things and beyond outside these words. Communications are not limited to spoken words. We do not even have to touch the world of the paranormal. People can and do express themselves beyond words. This is not limited to the land of lovers. Anyone familiar with baseball can observe the wordless communication going on all over the field. Even more this wordless world goes beyond us humans. Animals don't have words. They communicate with each other. They communicate with us. It's a wonder-filled world we live in. Let us open ourselves up to the many ways it is reaching out to us and Enjoy.

Let's get back to that kiss: Des'ree "I'm Kissing You" 

Let's take communications up to ridiculousness 

Floyd Joy Mayweather Jr. is an undefeated professional boxer. Widely considered to be one of the greatest boxers of all time, Conor Anthony McGregor is a professional mixed martial artist and professional boxer. He is the reigning UFC Lightweight Champion. These two are scheduled to meet in the ring August 26, 2017. A Bad Lip Reading has caught the two in a verbal confrontation. 
Okay, this may not be the exact words (or even close to them). "'MAYWEATHER VS. MCGREGOR' — A Bad Lip Reading" 

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Khalil Gibran


Friday, July 14, 2017

Shadow Games to Pea Salad 
A lover is distracted from his goal 
A cook is distracted as he prepares a simple salad 

Shadow Game (English sonnet) 

There by a window will flow silhouette
Of form to storm imagination wild
A feast at least the candy of a child
At heart with dreams that streams without regret
Maintains its strains this music in my mind
Portrays a sway which plays a way to say
Good night delight of sight arm now betray
The eyes to grope at hope till you they find
Here now in dark a spark ignites my soul
Uncertain curtain draws my mind aside
A glance at chance forever lose my goal
What walls will fall when doom and hope collide
Please start a heart now yearning to be whole
Amidst the kiss of bliss our love will guide 

A lover is lost in his delight and his hope is found in this English sonnet. As most English sonnets, this one is divided into two parts. The quatrains describes a magical desire which has captured a lover. The couples relates the lover's efforts to get to the source. This sonnet is heavy with word play (rhymes within rhymes). This was done to heighten the lover's madness. 

Ah those days as a parent. Peter and Robin were real blessings. The were both excellent students and didn't get in any big trouble. Then it happened. To Peter first. He met the girl. His first love. I saw the "little" gifts, the endless phone calls, the girl he was spending more than usual time with. I didn't interfere. I had mysteries of my own. As Peter was going through his first love, the early days of Arlene were awakened. At first, I didn't know exactly what was going on. I was calling her from work, just to hear her voice. I felt this need to buy her favorite candy. Though Arlene enjoyed this reawakening, she let me in on what was going on. (I think it might have been all those phone calls.) Arlene had problems/entertainment of her own. She had a son dealing with his first love; and she had the return of the love-sick puppy. She, being the Cosmopolitan Magazine girl, decide to take in the whole experience in her own way. I went with it, while it lasted. A few more walks. A couple more times dining out. And let's not forget the kisses. Ah, those days...  And I had two kids.

"Act your age." How many times has this reverberated around in our skull? To this I answer, what is our age? What does it matter how I act, so long as I don't hurt anybody or anything? It is our life to live. My first concern, as far as behavior is me. If I want to behave like someone else, it is up to me. If others want to behave like me, it is on them. If I, a 60 year old man, wants to act like a teenager, more power to me. Take into account, the physical stamina required. How many have not admired how some women can naturally defy anyone to guess their age? People will laugh at us. Let them. We are too confident in ourselves to let things like that bother us. We should be confident in ourselves. We may not be perfect, but we are the best "Me" there is and getting better. We are wonders. Life is a wonder. This is our life. Use it. Live it to the fullest and Enjoy.

Let's see, the sonnet left off at a kiss: Ed Sheeran "Kiss Me" 

Nothing builds confidence like learning to cook 

Peas contain high amounts of a health-protective polyphenol called coumestrol. A study in Mexico City determined you only need 2 milligrams per day of this phytonutrient to prevent stomach cancer. Peas also make a good salad. And they are a good source for a laugh. Here to bring these two elements together is Gregg of You Suck At Cooking. 
Get through all the clowning around, this actually is a good salad. "Pea Salad - You Suck at Cooking (episode 62)" 

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A Prisoner to Jungle Jail 
A prisoner of love 
A prisoner of a different sort 

A Prisoner (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I’m lost so lost a prisoner am I
Delighting in the realms that hold me in
Just waiting for a moment to begin
And kiss the things I thought I knew goodbye
Aware somewhere there rests a hidden key
To every treasure locked up in my mind
The timeless pleasure only lovers find
Beyond a heaven’s star-swept melody
I see a sea of darkness and despair
A doubtful past which yearns to breath the light
Two arms to trust amid the cold bleak night
To care to share to bear I see it there
Profound I found her stare held prison’s prize
A passage that laid hidden in her eyes 

The delights of a prison of a lover's eyes is held within this Shakespearean sonnet. More than a simple love sonnet. There is the repeat of sounds in the second and forth beats of all the first lines (lost and lost, ware and where). In the conflict stanza (the third quatrain) something more lies hidden. This is resoled in a heavy rhymes within rhymes of the forth line. 

Here's a tale that you may like. At Chevron there was "the fun for lunch bunch". It was a bunch of us guys who met at lunch to have a good time. I don't know how Don got to be a member. He was a nice enough guy, But he was Boring (with capital B). I guess we all saw something more in Don. That's why we all let him hang around. Don disappeared for a couple of weeks. When he reappeared, there was a guy who looked like Don. His clothes were no longer drab. His conversation was interesting. He told jokes that were actually funny. What could have brought about this drastic change? Of course, it was a girl. Don had met a girl and we wanted to meet her. Was she pretty? It was hard to say. She had eyes that pulled one in. It was hard not to lose oneself in her eyes.  She was used to our staring at her eyes. She had been dealing with people's stares for some time. We thanked her for bringing us a friend we always suspected was there.  She thanked us for Don. Evidently, he was the first person to stare into her eyes and find something more. What was her name? That too was lost in her eyes.

Everyone is special. Consider this: As of 2015 there were an estimated 7.347 billion people on this planet and only one you. When we stop to think about it, that in itself is pretty spectacular. Wait, there is more. We all have our own talents and gifts to change the world, Yes, we all change the world, just by being here. But some of create, build, grow, produce, entertain, influence others and much, much more. Hopefully we have discovered some of our richness and worth. Allow this moment to lavish in the splendor which is us. Now take the next step. We are all special. Everyone we see. Even those who don't see us. Some do indeed have more, different, unique skills, talents than others. But somehow we are equal. There is no high or low. Everyone deserves our respect. Mighty is the king until he needs a plumber. It is a wonderful world. Believe it. It all starts here. And as we work with other marvels this world becomes better. Better for us and everyone to Enjoy.

As far as those lovers:  Robert Wright and George Forrest "Stranger In Paradise" 

Now for a prisoner of a different sort 

There are over 2.2 million people are currently in U.S. jails or prisons,. That’s more than the entire population of New Mexico. It is the highest prison population in the entire world. Just for fun, let;s go to France where a young prisoner comes into a crazy jail where everything can happen. 
Sit back and be glad that it's not us. "Jungle Jail" 

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Monday, July 10, 2017

We Things to Can Your Mattress Protector Stand up to Sasquatch 
Things that creep in the night 
Things that creep in the forest 

We Things (poem) 

Let’s slip into the night
And whet our appetite
With things that just aren’t right
What thrills can we incite
A night to scare
What wasn’t there
It’s hardly fair
Look out beware
What thrills can we invite
Slipping into the night
To wet our appetite
We things that just aren’t right
To scare with flare
As people stare
We just don’t care
No time to spare
On jealous air
Look out beware
For our wet appetite
Is loose to plague the night
What thrills may we ignite
Just when you thought things right
Those unaware
That we are there
To slip into their night
They sense that things aren’t right
Declare despair
And then prepare
To wet your appetite
With thrills beyond delight
It just might scare
Look out beware
We settle into night
And feel at last all’s right
What thrill we did alight
To ease our appetite
For the night
Look out beware

Something slithering through the night is the shiverings of this poem. This poem only uses two rhyme sounds: "air" and "ite". It also only uses two meters: four and six. By relentlessly sticking to these limitations as the tale unfolds adds a feeling of madness. If we are wondering why the last to lines don't rhyme. It's because the two rhyme sounds are taking their final bow. 

Arlene and I have had more than our share of charlatans in the world of the paranormal. Our house had some great, strange phenomenon. All of which were solved. I know and can perform some magic tricks. Still, Arlene and I were open minded to the paranormal and magic. One of our exploits took us to Amador, California and the Imperial Hotel. The Imperial Hotel is the home of the White Lady and several other ghosts that were spotted and recorded by noted ghost hunters. Arlene and I didn't go to debunk anything. We just went to take in the experience and maybe see a ghost.  The Imperial is part of an old western ghost town close to an old cemetery. The scene was set. Once it got dark, the streets of the ghost town got empty, except for the guests of the hotel. Arlene and I couldn't resist exploring the night. The strangest thing was how quiet it was. Quiet, except for the sounds of people's voices, which seemed to carry endlessly. Into this night Arlene and I let our feelings go as we wandered the streets. There was no TV in our room. Instead, we had the voices of the other guests talking: as if they were in our room. Here we were, in a haunted hotel, listening to what our neighbors were saying and doing. Somehow we managed to get to sleep. Arlene and I didn't see any ghosts. Still, we are open minded.

Are there ghosts? I don't know. I have never seen one. In fact, every life experience seems to indicate that they don't exist, Yet, I prefer to keep a door open. This has to do with "Belief Systems". We all have them.  Belief Systems govern how we act, how we see things, the things we see, how we feel, everything. True or false: We all have them. Every individual, every group, every organization and on and on, has its own Belief Systems. And Belief Systems change; even those based on facts. What is true today may not be true tomorrow. What is true for one person may not be true for another, Belief Systems. Confusing? That's all right; As long as they don't hurt anybody or anything. And we; Must learn to respect other's Belief Systems (as long as they don't harm anyone or anything). And together we should make part of our Belief System to be open. Open to that better day. And with every step toward that day let us Enjoy,

As to the ghosts of the Imperial Hotel: Bauhaus "Bela Lugosi's Dead" 

From a ghost town to a forest 

Scientists discount the existence of Sasquatch and consider it to be a combination of folklore, misidentification, and hoax, rather than a living animal. They note the lack of physical evidence after centuries of investigation, despite the fact that numerous creatures would have to exist in order to maintain a breeding population. A small group of investigators are sustained in their interest by occasional new reports of sightings. Such reports are attributed to persons seeing various animals, particularly black bears. Another report points to a commercial that has turned up. 
Is there a Sasquatch? "Can Your Mattress Protector Stand up to Sasquatch?" 

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hear what we want to hear. Our belief system 
is just like a mirror that only shows us what 
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Saturday, July 8, 2017

When Will She See to Best Futbol Celebrations 
A lover wants a girl to see he is the one for her 
A soccer star wants everyone to see he is the best 

When Will She See (English sonnet) 

When will she see just how deeply I care
Here in the wings and waiting for my turn
Each heartbeat reminds me how much I yearn
Not certain if she is even aware
Who started this fire in which I now burn
Is there some dream which we forgot to share
Lost moments in silence we didn’t spare
Lost words in kisses we didn’t discern
She is now the purpose for each new day
Her name now brings enchantment to a breeze
Each flower her reminder brings to me
Surely love will not let me die this way
Even a hopeless soul has thoughts as these
Each heartbeat a wonder when will she see

The mind of a lost forlorn lover is the subject of this English sonnet. As most English sonnet, this one is divided into two parts. The quatrains address what is going on. The triplet take advantage of one less line to give a sense of urgency, as the lover pleads relief. This is also an acrostic poem. To heighten the madness the first and last words of the sonnet are the title and theme.

Not an unfamiliar theme. We have a guy, call him Barry. He has no problem talking to folks of the opposite sex. Then one day he runs into her: we'll call her Claire. All of the sudden the rules have changed. Barry has a hard time talking to her. He feels uncomfortable around her. He finds himself thinking of her, dreaming of her. She seems to be everywhere. The easiest thing would be to try to talk to her. Ask her out or something. But for some reason, Barry couldn't. Into the picture comes Arlene (the Cosmopolitan Magazine girl). Barry approached Arlene to help him out. She told him that surely Claire most see something is going on. She must see that he is treating her different than other women. It was Arlene's theory that Claire felt what was going on. She was waiting on Barry to making the first move. Arlene was confident once the first move was made, together Claire and Barry would overcome the other obstacles. Arlene suggested Barry take a deep breath and buy some flowers. Almost a week later Arlene gets this box of candy and a note that said, "Thank you. Barry."

So what was going on? We have one creature who was out of his environment. We have another creature with certain expectations. The first creature was asked to try to lay a little fear aside, make some commitment and venture forth (take a chance). This play must have occurred countless times, or it would not make the pages of a magazine for other creatures to enjoy. Endless stories, boundless combinations, yet we say we've heard them all before. We take pride in being unique individuals (and we truly are) and yet it seems we are engaged in a set play. A play that is moving forward. How can this all be? A set play that is changing, Endless possibilities that make magazine and that computer analogs are busy predicting. Unique individuals playing characters we have seen before. Limited endlessness. How can this all be? (I ask again.) We are discovering things faster. The planets are getting closer within our reach. What was impossible is now a toy. Life is a wonder. Here we are, in the center of it all. Be a part of it and Enjoy.

Here's another story we are familiar with: Holiday Park "I'm Waiting" 

We are all familiar with soccer - Or are we 

Soccer developed in London’s famed Newgate Prison in the early 1800s. Prisoners who had their hands cut off for crimes of theft came up with a sport that used only the feet. The game spread from there. If we thought that was crazy just watch the victory celebrations by Anwar Jibawi. 
Who is Anwar Jibawi? He is a famed soccer star, in his own mind. "Best Futbol (Soccer) Celebrations | Anwar Jibawi" 

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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Come Drift In This to Just Some Motion 
A lover entices his desire to paradise 
A dancer entices magic with his motions 

Come Drift In This (poem)

Come drift in this which time has put aside
And place my dream come true within my care
To sail with fancies floating mid the air
And find the shores where hearts of lovers hide
A path of hopes and kisses awaits there
Where pure imagination is untied
And wishes wrapped in stardust is our guide
Come drift in this the wonder which we share
No waves of winds which wander though the day
Nor mist which masks the truth from lovers’ sight
Should steal away what ever has in view
So dance with me through heavens on display
And see what worlds our whisper will ignite
Come take my hand and let me drift with you

A lover's song of realms beyond fills this English sonnet. This sonnet has two forms of the same invitation. The quatrains speak of a place. In the triplets, after a brief journey through nonthreatening conflicts come the invitation to be off. This sonnet describes a place that is nonspecific. It exists in ideas only.

You live in California. You don't have a lot of money. Your wife wants to go to Italy. You really want to make her happy. (There were a lot of of other challenges at the time.) I was in this situation. I don't know why Italy or why now. But it was in there and Arlene couldn't break free. I shared the situation with a friend. He suggested we go to Venice Beach. He didn't tell me why. He just thought it was an inexpensive getaway and we may like it. I shared the idea with Arlene and we were off. We stayed at the Venice Suites, on the boardwalk. We ran into a couple, who were also checking in, who knew Arlene and I from Tingles (one of our favorite dance clubs). We spent the rest of that day taking in the beautiful beach and boardwalk. Our friends heard about some dance clubs and invited us to take a chance. The four of us had a great time and even met two other couples who were staying at our inn. On the following day the eight of us met for breakfast. Our joviality attracted the attention of another couple who suggested we all take in the Venice Canals. So the ten of us were off. The canal bout held twelve. Another couple, from our inn, filled the empty spots, thus we became six couples. That night the twelve of went out dancing. The next day we took the bus to the Santa Monica Boardwalk. Our party spirit took over the whole bus. That evening, instead of going clubbing we, the busload,held our own dance at the inn. On the following day it was time for most of us to return home. I still remember Arlene's words when we were alone, "That was remarkable."

Life is a wonder. A couple take over a hotel. Not just Arlene and me, but any or all of us couples, What brought us together, there and then? Was it a fantasy? I believe these experiences are all around us. I believe these experiences happen to each if us. Have we ever been somewhere or seen something and knew that it was just for us? Have we ever knew what a person was going to say before they say it? I am not suggesting for or against the paranormal. There is a perfection, though (or close to it). A balance of all that is meant to be. From the the tiniest experience to "who knows". Things just fall into place, Sometimes we are one of those "things" Even more: Because of the Laws Of Attraction there maybe more going on. Does that breakfast taste particularly good? Life is a wonder, so Enjoy.

Back to the sonnet and a dream: Clelia Felix "Dancing With The Sun" 

Dance anyone 

Dance is an integral part of the live and recorded performing arts and cultural industries. It is often collaborative and provides creative and work opportunities for artists working in a range of other art forms including music, design, film, sculpture and theater. Meet Sven Otten. Sven is the master of syncdance. 
What is syncdance? Just watch. "JustSomeMotion (JSM) - Parov Stelar - All Night - #neoswing" 

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

This Is The Moment to Movie Night 
The spirit of motivation is in the air 
The spirit of motivation is in a friend's voice - but 

This Is The Moment (poem)

This is the time
This is the moment
The meaning of morning
The bright day ahead
Can’t you just feel it
Within all about you
Something is watching
Hoping to glimpse
Memory divine
Flowers all around
Hushing their scent
That winds may carry
Music of wonder
To kingdom of stars
Promises waiting
Hope’s dream creating
Values restating
Ever elating
Distractions set backs
May mask what is real
With veils of untrue
But they will not drown
Something so unique
This is your time
This is your moment
For you are morning
The bright day ahead 

Something in the wind attaches itself to us in this poem. This looks like a free form poem. It's true that only the fourth stanza rhymes. It does follow a very tight syllable structure. The first and last stanzas contain four lines. The rest of the stanzas contain five lines. The first and forth lines, of the four line stanzas, contain four syllables. The rest of the lines, in this poem, contains five syllables. 

If we have been following these blogs with some regularity, we will admit that I lived a pretty lucky life. It all started when I met Mr. Johnny Land, a music teacher who watched over me through my college years. Then I met my completion, Arlene. Together we became more. The days of our youth were spent in exploring, discovering and reveling in all that life had to offer. As parents we were very involved in our children's up bringing, schools and sports. (Perhaps a little too involved.) My job, at Chevron, was to think creatively. I joined the Masons, were my skills and talents made me a natural. It was the perfect arena to pay back for all of my blessings. The Masons are a charitable organization. In my Lodge came another person, we'll call him Bill, who also had a blessed life. He too had a strong need to give back for his blessed life. Bill was very successful with his charitable endeavor. In my Lodge were a lot of people who for one reason or another were held back. Bill and I were the motivation they needed. These people were the fuel that motivated others. Bill's and my drive were not unique. Others  also had a need to pay back through charities and service. The lights of motivation attracted each other and others. I lived a pretty lucky life.

What motivates us is a puzzling question. What motivates one person may not motivate another. To make matters even more complex, what motivates one thing or aspect of one person's life may not motivate another thing or aspect of that same person. To make matters more maddening, there is change. There is our fears, our beliefs, our shortcomings and there is the "can'ts" or the 'tomorrows". It seems that it takes motivation to get motivated. Remember, the wonder that is us. We have within ourselves the power and ability to accomplish almost anything. Plus there is help out there. Sometimes and somethings require small steps (at least at first). Know that we can do it. Motivation is contagious, Not only will your motivation fuel more in us, it will motivate others. And as the world of possibilities grows and opens to us, Enjoy,

Need more motivation: Whitney Houston  "One Moment in Time" 

Here's some boys who need motivation 

According to The New York Times the average American watches more than 5 hours of television every day. For three of these victims James Richard Tatro, or Jimmy of LifeAccordingToJimmy, is about to save the day.
Let's watch what happens. "Movie Night"

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