Monday, February 20, 2017

In The Dark to The Great Train Robbery 
How the world changed for two lovers 
How the world changed for two train robbers 


In The Dark (changing poem) 

Twas in the dark they searched for it
Some missing clue that didn’t fit
A truth their minds could not admit
But to their eyes they must submit
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A love like theirs no storm could split
A candlelight was always lit
A troubled day would end near bed
But on this bed now questions sit
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The legend of their love so spread
Their kisses even time acquit
Imagination thrilled each head
But here and now all that has flit
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By dreams like theirs such hopes were fed
Each memory young hearts commit
It was for them moonlight was shed
But even starlight now turns red
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Now every dream is teardrop shred
There were no words and none were said
Into tomorrow they soon fled
But not with him his love was dead 


As a life changes for these lovers so does this changing poem. This is an example of a changing poem. In a changing poem something changes from the beginning to the end. As this poem goes on, the rhyme sound changes. 

In my soccer coaching days Saint Gabriel Catholic School asked me to coach for them. This meant this Lutheran had to attend Catholic mass every once in a while. It was here I found out that Jim was a deacon of the church, Jim was my neighbor from across the street. His involvement with the church was unknown to me, even though Jim and his wife were close neighbors to Arlene and I. They were close neighbors to almost everyone on the block. What made them so popular was their affection for one another. Though they were both in their golden years, they were proof that love is ageless. It was not uncommon to see them hand in hand enjoying a walk or sharing an ice cream sundae at the parlor or enjoying coffee and a donut at the donut shop or the endless delights lovers do. To be like them was the dream of every couple in the neighborhood. Little did we know she was sick. News got out she had died. No one knew what happen to Jim. The church sent someone to take care of Jim's house. All that they would say was that he was being taken care of. After several months Jim returned home. He had Alzheimer's. 

Here was a life. It is easy to say, "How sad." Based on our value system, it maybe sad. But in another world, there were two lovers. Who is to say that seeing them together did't cause changes in others? Becoming a deacon in the church meant that someone did something; Something more. We are not all President of the United States or a movie star. More importantly; We are we. Try convincing a mother that her baby is not important. But is being important a part of an unreal value system? What about living this life? Living this life to the fullest. Living this life to our satisfaction. I don't truly know. I too am a product of this value system. But my eyes are beginning to open. Many eyes are beginning to open.  And tomorrow what will they see? Until then Enjoy. 


This call for some reflection music: Patrick Ugwu "Spanish Lament" 


Let's steal a laugh 


The Great Train Robbery was actually the robbery of £2.6 million from a Royal Mail train heading from Glasgow to London in the early hours of Thursday, 8 August 1963, at Bridego Railway Bridge, Ledburn, near Mentmore in Buckinghamshire, England. This is is bigger than anything we read about in the old west. To drive this point home here are the folks of Studio C. 
Home if we live in a funny farm. "The Great Train Robbery" 


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Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Franklin P. Jones 


28 comments:

  1. Very cleverly written Martin. Excellent to read.

    Yvonne.

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  2. My comment is lost, I think. ANd I may read differently today than yesterday. Win or lose or change, our lives are patterns. We always hope the pattern we leave may have benefit for someone else. BTW: I like the Spanish lament very much. And enjoy your comments on my poems.

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    1. Thank you for sharing your insights. I do appreciate it.
      Glad you enjoyed the music.
      Thank you

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  3. A beautiful poem; a beautiful message!

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  4. We all touch someone, and who's to say what importance is. I wouldn't call many, if any, of those in the uppity up Hollywood cesspool important.

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  5. I so much enjoyed visiting your blog. The poem is beautiful. The story of your neighbors is touching.
    Thanks for your thoughts and video too.

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    1. I very much appreciate your visit. I'm happy you enjoyed.
      Thank you for your comments.

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  6. Such a beautiful message in your poem :)

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  7. It truly is about respective. I am sure Jim remembers his wife's love. Those things can not be erased! Names, dates, not as important, maybe it is the connections that matter the most.

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    1. I did not think about that.
      Thank you so much for bringing this beautiful idea out for our consideration.

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  8. Good read here, so thank you for your piece.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by and leaving your regards

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  9. What a beautiful poem. I loved your words "By dreams like theirs such hopes were fed
    Each memory young hearts commit" especially.

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  10. Who is to say that seeing them
    together did't cause changes in others?

    As often the case one may inspire others unknowingly. One exudes goodness as rewards for those around us that provided good company.

    Hank

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    1. Isn't this true. I know it has happened me.
      Thank you for drawing our attention to this.

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  11. I like the rhythm of this form and the way the change works... and that story is s thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. agreed, about the poem and the story! When we do small things with great purpose they become important!

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    2. Thank you, Rajani, for the insightful review

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    3. Thank you too. Janet
      I too believe there is a grander purpose to life.

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  12. Life is a dance where everything shifts... one day hopeful the other tearful

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    1. I like to think of life as a dance as dancing was a big part of my life.
      Thank you for your view point.

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  13. Interesting form, put to good use. I'm glad you also included the whole background love story. I can't really see this as sad, all things considered.

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    1. So glad that you enjoyed.
      There was a strange purpose to it all.
      Thank you

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