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
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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
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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
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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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We are all, each and every one, unique in the Universe. 
And that uniqueness is what makes us valuable.
James A. Owen



33 comments:

  1. And if you count bugs, there are like trillions of things on this planet, but still only one us indeed.

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    1. Nice metaphor. Life is a wonder.
      Thank you for keeping our eyes open.

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  2. You can read a person by staring into their eyes. You know if there is love in there, hope, and even pain.
    Lisa

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    1. From one who surely knows.
      Thank you for the love you share.

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  3. Hooray for giving Don a chance. He blossomed. And you, and his new friend, won just as much as he did.

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    1. As you know, there is something more in people.
      Thank you for believing in me.

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  4. What a beautiful poem. I'm glad Don found and was found by someone so wonderful for him.

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  5. Martin coming here is like going to Bloomingdales in new york

    So much to see and experience

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  6. I finally managed to follow your blog ( under crowefan )

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    1. Thank you for your efforts. I'm really enjoying myself at your site.

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  7. Always a worthy walk with you, Martin.
    "And kiss the things I thought I knew goodbye" What a beguiling line! Articulated, demanding its own proper pronunciation

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    1. So nice of you to say.
      Thank you for letting me know you are enjoying.

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  8. Ah, the poignancy of "and kiss the things I thought I knew goodbye." Martin, this is my favourite of your poems so far. The rhyming and metre is perfect, the topic romantic and eloquently expressed...just lovely. And I LOVE the message in your process notes. Each person, with their gifts, one small miracle.....

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    1. Thank you for your wonderful words of praise.
      I have been blessed to see the better side of people. It was with them we made a difference.

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  9. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, I always look into someone's eyes as I can see beyond what is on the surface. I pick up on their energy. I can see life in those orbs of light.

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    1. You are right. As a ritualist I used my audience's eye to tell me how I was doing.
      Thank you for sharing your gift.

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  10. "Profound I found her stare held prison’s prize
    A passage that laid hidden in her eyes"
    Great lines of a great poem How great that she brought the best out of Don.
    Love your inspirational words. yes everyone is special

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    1. Appreciate that you enjoyed and leaving your nice words.
      Thank you for the visit.

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  11. I sooooo love the couplet. Beautiful.

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    1. Thank you for all you do. (including this smile)

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  12. Excellent poem
    ..love it.. every one is special indeed.. profound write and a not to read .. blessings

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    1. Grand of you to say.
      As you bring out in your blog. Thank you.

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  13. Beautiful thoughts....loved the poem!!

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    1. Wonderful That you feel this. Thank you.

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  14. ...eyes reveal more to me than words every will, they are honest...
    If only we could learn to, as we go about our daily travels, give everyone we meet due respect and recognition, we would be open to seeing the multitude of gifts walking this world with us. We are all uniquely different and could gain so much by being more accepting and tolerant. Happy day to you, Martin

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    1. Excellent view of the whole opportunity.
      Thank you. I appreciate your valuable interpretation.
      Good day to you

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  15. Wonderful read, always an excellent choice of poetry.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you so much, Yvonne.
      Hope you are doing well.

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  16. You always provide such a thought-provoking piece. Yes, each person is unique. I think inside ourselves we know this, but so often as we go about our daily lives we forget. You have, in your writing, made this point so very clear....bringing it the surface of our minds once again! Thank you for that.

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    1. You bring up a good point. We often forget or take for granted or get used to things. (some important)
      Thank you for your kind support.

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