Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Past Midnight Fling to How to Open a Bottle with a Cucumber 
The secret what happens past midnight 
The secret of opening a bottle with a cucumber 


Past Midnight’s Fling (poem) 

The clock strikes one
Far from the sun
The madness past midnight
Has just begun
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Let loose the light
Which blurs from sight
Melodious movement
Of our delight
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Toward sultry scent
Our purpose bent
To flavor forever
In time well spent
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With all
The glorious kisses
There’s nothing between us
That cannot be shared
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Recall
The lingering silence
With feelings so intense
Still two lovers dared
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As we confer
Our bliss to stir
To places predisposed
For lover’s myrrh
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Our eyes are closed
Senses exposed
To lavish our longing
With sweet repose
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Let fall
No secrets to hold back
Our love remains intact
In passion ensnared
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Enthrall
Our moment in pleasure
Let all else surrender
Two lovers declared
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The clock will ring
Our hearts still sing
While utterly undone
Past midnight’s fling 


It's past midnight and these lovers have just begun in this poem. This looks like a lyrical poem. It could be, but it has no recurring chorus. There a few measures of note in this poem. The poem has two types of rhyme structures. In one structure, the third line contains a play of sounds: i.e. the M in madness and midnight (Word Wizardry). In the other rhyme pattern: strict rhymes give way to sound alike. 

This poem goes back to those disco days. It was 10:00. Time to go out dancing. At around 8ish "The Crew" would gather, at one of our houses or a restaurant or at the hair salon. "The Crew" consisted of Ed & Sherrie, Mike & Valerie, Lance & Whoever and Arlene & Me.  Our nightclubbing area was from Bocce, in Sausalito to Tingle. in South San Francisco. We'd leave the final choice of venue up to Ed. He had a knack at selecting where the evenings best action would be. We would hit the club by 11:00 and leave before they closed, at 2:00. Sometimes The Crew would head for the nearest all night pancake joint. We were all friends (except for Lance's date for the evening), so it was not unusual of us to switch partners on the dance floor. Though Lance and Valerie were professional dancers, nothing, no one compared to Arlene and me when we dance with each other. (Long before, when Arlene found out that I couldn't dance, she spent years to teach me.) Arlene's biggest thrill was when we could clear the dance floor, because other couples would stop and watch us. The Crew once did a three night (two day) binge. Three straight nights of dancing. Two days at lake Chebot. Those were the disco days. 

(If the poem hints at something else - Maybe.) 

Imagine that. I couldn't dance. Then I fall for the girl of my dreams. If I was to make her happy, I had to learn to dance. I learned to dance just in time to be a part of a trend that was sweeping the world. Not only that, life had surrounded me with dancers. It was like, life had put this whole dance thing just for me. But let's step back a little. doesn't this happen to other people? Doesn't life place stepping stones for every individual? I am not suggesting that our life is preplanned. But, for me, there seems to be an order to it. An order personally suited for each individual. Doubt? Take a look at our life. What do we do well? What were the steps that brought us to this point? Now take the next step and Enjoy. 


Back to the poem: Katherine Lynch "Twilight Romance" 

What will we think of next 


Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc. Not only that. Did you know we can use a cucumber to open a bottle? 
Here to show use how is Dave Hax. "How to Open a Bottle with a Cucumber - Life Hack" 


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There are two great days in a person's life - 
the day we are born 
and the day we discover why. 
William Barclay

 

18 comments:

  1. The first three stanzas form interlocking rubais - one of my fav fixed forms.

    The bottle opening trick was cool too :)

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    1. Thank you for the compliment and feedback.
      Glad you enjoyed.

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  2. Sometimes those stones can be quite the step, but they are there and we have to find away to step along.

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    1. A good point you brought out.
      Thank you

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  3. I think we all are tiny drops of bioenergy in this cosmic ocean, that transcends our collective fate in a chaotic fashion. Nothing seems to be preplanned... and yet! Everything serves a greater purpose that remains a mystery to the individual, up to the very end.

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    1. Thank you sharing this excellent thought. They may be "tiny drops" but every one is vital.

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  4. I never was much of a dancer but as long as you can flow to the music all is well. Great poem!

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    1. You are over 75% of the way to being a great dancer.
      Thank you

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  5. Never was a night owl. Or a dancer.
    But yes, life moves us in a range of directions and we might as well enjoy the flow.

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    1. Different strokes for different folks. Life does indeed have a lot to offer.
      Thank you and enjoy...

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  6. What a beautiful poem. I am glad you learned to dance and gave so much joy to Arlene and eachother.

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    1. Thank you for the warm feelings. I do so appreciate them.

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  7. I wonder what was your favorite artist during the Disco era? What was your favorite song to dance to? Your opening verse sets the mood for some fun. It seems you have always been able to go with the flow, a dancer lives in your soul.

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    1. We liked anything Salsa, though our favorite artist was Donna Summers.
      I thank my teacher Mr. Land for my rich life.
      Thank you for the smiles

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  8. Great fun dancing then. It's pleasing to note you didn't turn out with two left feet.It's a good feeling having the floor to yourself - in my case it was a stage.

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    1. A Stage! Great!
      You had a wonder-filled dream.
      Thank you and dream on...

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  9. I know only too well what happens past the midnight hour as sleep and I are strangers. Alas it's nothing spectacular in my case.
    Great poem to read abeit late reading it.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you for sharing this touch of yourself.
      the compliment is a nice touch too.

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