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
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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
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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
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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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Every great dream begins with a dreamer. 
Always remember, you have within you 
the strength, the patience, and the passion 
to reach for the stars to change the world. 
Harriet Tubman



 

22 comments:

  1. Ab intriguing and beautiful poem. The children dare to dream and it is for everyone so important to keep dreaming.
    A nice story about Ken. I liked the communities in the past where you had lots of characters and people played a role in the community. Luckily it is coming back here a little bit. Too many are these day lonely because of the lack of community.

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts and compliment.
      It has been my experience, it only takes a few people to form a community. From a community things happen.

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  2. Sure shows we effect things indeed. No matter what comes due, even when the tale is just repeated.

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    1. Indeed we do.
      Thank you for all you do.

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  3. Kindness should be spread like confetti. And is at the root of the very best communities.

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    1. Totally agree with you! Let us make this our mission.
      Thank you and Dream on...

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  4. What a beautiful poem, I especially loved the last stanza. How nice to have lived in such a friendly neighborhood!

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  5. Such a profound poem. One that will take several readings for it to all sink in, underneath the layers of dreams. It strikes a chord. Warm greetings.

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    1. Thank you for your deep interest and comment.
      Always nice to see you here.

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  6. Such a nice poem....and I enjoyed the write-up a lot...insightful...

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  7. Nice personification of a dream outside of us.

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    1. So kind of you to say.
      Thank you also.

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  8. A great poem Martin albiet late in commenting.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you so much for making this part of your day.

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  9. Very nice story. Personally I like to dream and then fulfill that dream:)

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    1. Thank you for stopping by.
      Hope to see more of you.

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  10. I really don't like such socialization which end in sensational gossips.

    You did not meet that flert man but I witnessed such gents and ladies who's day spent in such waste and their kids became disasters due to neglected behaviour of parents

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    1. Thank you. I really appreciate you sharing and the honesty of your thoughts.

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