Saturday, February 18, 2017

Morning's Greeting to The Sexy Coupon Book 
Each morning he gives his love a gift 
One special night she gives her love a gift 


Morning’s Greeting (English sonnet) 

Each morning’s greeting there within her eyes
The endless hope there written in her smile
An air of wonderment she can beguile
I love her more than I can realize
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Each day begins to find us here awhile
Remembering the dreams with lasting sighs
Those were the days that never had goodbyes
Those were the days when we would set the style
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Each morning’s greeting beauty so profound
There never was a season for a frown
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Each day begins to find you still around
And once again in love’s abyss I drown
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And then before a teardrop makes a sound
I kiss your face and put your picture down 


An unexpected ending makes this English sonnet. As with most English sonnets, this one is divided into two parts. Part one (the quatrains) presents a lover's morning and day. Part two (the couplets) is a condensed version of part one, plus the surprise ending. 

Arlene was gone. Her mourning lasted days. There were hundreds of cards and letters to respond to. It was a very unreal time. I was a complete wreck. Friends and family took care of me during this troubling period. They cooked my meals. They saw to my laundry. They took me out and did other things to distract me. For a time some even slept at my house. In the beginning. my house was like a train station. There were so many people stopping by; and the phone calls... Most of these were handled by someone else. Eventually I was able to manage on my own. Except for one idiosyncrasy. I had several large pictures of Arlene. I put these up in every room of the house. I would talk to these pictures as if Arlene was alive. My daughter, Robin, caught me. Through my associates, she got me the help I needed.  Arlene was now those wonderful memories. All those pictures were converted to one nice picture that I kept on a chest of drawers by my bed. 

Losing someone close to us is a difficult reality. It is so horrible, few think about it until it is too late. I have performed 147 from 1999 to 2010, and I can share this: No one, not a single person handles loss the same. I noticed that individuals who enjoyed a rich relationship were generally better off, after the initial shock. We live in a world of change. Not only people. but places and things leave us. Even youth leaves us. How important it is that we enjoy, make the most of everything, every moment. We could give away a part of our life (to negatives), or we can be positive and constructive. Constructive because we build memories. Positive memories, to carry us through the storms of life. The more wonderful and positive the moments, we make the harsher can be the storms we can glide though. Our positive memories are our strength. They are our light through the darkness. So live, love, be positive and Enjoy.


Let's enjoy a positive memory: Everly Brothers "All I Have to Do Is Dream" (David Monk) 

What did you get for Valentine's 


The State of California produces 60% of American roses, but most roses sold on Valentine's Day in the U.S. are imported from South America. Love coupon books were also very popular gifts, especially from ladies to their men. Love coupons are a form of voluntary IOU or promissory notes between people in love that contains a promise from one of the partners in a relationship to engage in a romantic activity at a time in the future. 
College Humor has captured a love coupon book of a different sort. "The Sexy Coupon Book (Hot Date)" 


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Death is not the greatest loss in life. 
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. 
Norman Cousins

 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

The Bitter Spice to When It's Just The Dudes At Home 
A father who didn't have enough time for his son 
A father who may have a little too much time with his son 


The Bitter Spice (Shakespearean sonnet) 

My son I weave a tale about a man
Someone who used his time to do his best
Who tried to always answer yes I can
Tomorrow there’d be time enough to rest
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There always seemed to be a world of need
Another soul whose hands stretched out toward me
Another cry for help which I did heed
How many dreams did I help to set free
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Yet as the father reached out toward his son
He was aware of who had paid the price
So many sought his help except for one
And here it was the bitterest of spice
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My son I leave to this now full grown lad
Who turned politely said I love you dad


A father opens up to his son in this Shakespearean sonnet. Typically Shakespearean sonnets are about love. This is not a hard and fast rule. Here is example of using a Shakespearean sonnet to paint a picture of a different type. 

This was not going to happen to me. When Arlene and I became parents, we had slightly different ideas about our relationship as parents.Arlene believed, we had make some time, every once in awhile, for ourselves. I believed that our kids needed all our attention, until they were old enough. When Peter and Robin were babies, Arlene and I shared in all the necessities (changing diapers, feeding, cleaning and the rest). Weekends and holidays were for taking the kids out and about. Both of our kids went to preschool, but I taught them reading and math. Peter was reading by his forth birthday. Robin was more socially gifted. She took to music, until cooking and food caught her interest. Peter was a straight A student. Arlene and I were very involved with our kids' schooling, school and homework. Neither Arlene nor I ever struck our kids. Both Peter and Robin were volunteers at the San Francisco Zoo. Both went to martial arts school to learn how to defend themselves. They were both active in sports. One of Peter's science projects made it to the state finals. Peter was accepted into Lowell High School, the top high school in the city. He worked very hard. So hard that Arlene and I decided to let up a little on Robin. Lowell was so hard that Peter had to give up the extracurricular actives we all enjoyed in our high school days, like dating. I felt really bad for Peter. I wanted to put him in a regular school. Peter wanted to see his hardships through. Both Peter and Robin are now successful adults. Peter is going for his Phd in anthropology at the University of California at Berkeley, all expenses paid. Robin is a successful chef. She was recognized as one of the Bay Area's top ten up and coming chefs by Zagat (a restaurant rating service). Robin was on an episode of "Cutthroat Kitchen". Neither Peter or Robin is in a relationship. I see no grandchildren in my future.

Parenting, I can tell people this with confidence: I'm not certain if I knew what I was doing. My whole family gave up so much to get where we are. Being a parent,for me, was hard (and fun). Perhaps Arlene and I could have, should have made a moment or two for ourselves. But from here it is all hindsight. Most of my charity work was with the youth. I did observe this: Parenting was different. I mean different in all aspects of different (experience, life styles, culture, expenses and on and on). Two individuals (sometimes one) are blessed with another individual, who is an open sieve in search of knowledge. Soon this individual brings home a world to deal with. Then there are the memories that come alive. "When I was their age." Then they become adults. (That's another story.) For those of us who made it, there are the smiles.To everyone else, there is my sister. She had no time for her son. She had to work to make ends meet. Her son became a fireman to make his mother proud and to show her that he loved her. (It all works out.) Parenting is part of life. Life is a wonder; So Enjoy.


Back to the sonnet: Harry Chapin "Cat's in the Cradle" 

Here's a baby who likes Michael Jackson 


The U.S. Census reports that 32% of married fathers (approximately 7 million dads) are “a regular source of care for their children under age 15, up from 26% from 2002.” The U.S. Census defines “regular care of children” as an arrangement that is consistent at least one day per week. Adam Ballard is one of those dads. What do these two do when all the work is done? 
Here is Miles Ballard performing "Beat It". "When It's Just The Dudes At Home" 

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We never know the love of a parent 
till we become parents ourselves. 
Henry Ward Beecher


 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Felicity to Beyond Epic Adventure 
A tale of a young girl who liked to sing 
A video of you boy who wanted to drive


Felicity (story/poem) 

Let’s call the town Felicity.
The townsfolk there were quite care free
A pleasant enough place to be
So what’s the story Wait and see
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There was a girl lived in the town
We’ll call her Tess so you won’t frown
Tess likes a smile don’t put that down
She’s sweeter in her peasant gown
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The only stress for town and girl
She had voice would make one whirl
It could and did make hair uncurl
To say it’s bad would be a pearl
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Tess loved to sing She felt so sad
To know her singing drove folks mad
She knew her voice was really bad
Yet something to it made her glad
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She tried to get professional aid
Some told her go They even paid
And some sought out a different trade
The rest just left They were afraid
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So thus went life from day to day
The people laughed children at play.
Till voice of Tess put peace at bay
Ow Tess sweet Tess please go away
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One day a circus brought a man
Sure I can help here Yes I can
Just leave your money in my van
And bring the girl to hear my plan
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Well Tess she gladly went along
It wouldn’t hurt It’d fix her song
The man said nothing could go wrong
And with the town she’d soon belong
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The townsfolk gathered near the hall
They wondered just what would befall
And out walked Tess so straight and tall
But now she had no voice at all
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She could still sing but without sound
A voice that made all proud was found
Warm joy was shared by all around
And all Felicity rebounds
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It’s true that Tess’s voice could slay
So bad it kept Bad Luck away
And he came back without delay
Forgotten place for him to play
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Without experience to share
Felicity turned to Despair
And with Bad Luck they made a pair
Together strutting naught to spare
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The town now theirs they made that clear
There was one place they dare not near
A silent voice still they could hear
That carefree voice filled them with fear 


A carefree voice and a town are subject of this story/poem. There is nothing special hidden in this poem. It is just a story set to meter and rhyme..

This involves some funny events back in my high school days. The actual story of Felicity comes from my choir teacher. I set it to meter and rhyme. His name was Fred Wilkerson. For no reason at all, Mr. Wilkerson would start telling a story. He had a lot of great stories. Felicity, about a girl with a terrible voice, was just one of them. In my senior year, I took Shakespeare Literature. In it, there was this gorgeous girl. So gorgeous that when I had poetry writing homework, I made a copy for her. This had a lot of advantages: 1. One poem served two purposes. 2. The poem had to be good, because I was trying to win a girl 3. The grade the poem got from the teacher told me how good it was. Mr. Wilkerson told the story of Felicity. The poems did the trick. I won the girl's attention. There was one more mystery. The girl didn't talk much. In fact she didn't talk at all. I soon found out why. This gorgeous girl had the worst voice I ever heard. (Speaking voice!) What she had in beauty. was taken away by her voice. What was I ro do? That's right: Introduce her to Mr. Wilkerson. 

This wasn't the first time a weird thing happened to me (a story about a girl with a bad voice an actual girl with a bad voice). As life went on, many. many other wonders happened. I'm pretty sure we have all experienced marvels. Think about it. In our life, so far, how many things (average things) have happened to us? What are the chances that a marvel doesn't connect every now and again? Some of those marvels happen and are completely unnoticed. Some people call these marvels coincidences. Some call them miracles. Let's have some fun and call them what we like. Life should be fun. So as life goes on, get ready for that next miracle and Enjoy. 


Let's see, what music can evoke dreams of miracles: John Williams "Cavalina" 

Boys will be boys and sometimes heroes 


Jeremy Haccounis a writer and director from Strasbourg, France, currently headquartered in Los Angeles, California. Jeremy started directing professionally on commercial shoots for clients such as Xbox, Coors or Disney, gaining experience of large-scale shoots and FX heavy post-productions. Recent spots include a movie-like campaign starring Leonardo DiCaprio and a Spikes Award winner for Subaru Interactive. His fantasy short film Paradox earned him many awards including Best Short, Best Screenplay, got selected at Tribeca and a dozen other festivals around the world. 
Now, Jeremy is busting out with "Beyond". "CGI & VFX Short Film HD: 'Beyond Short Film' by Jeremy Haccoun" 


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From there to here, and here to there, 
funny things are everywhere. 
Dr. Seuss

 

Monday, February 13, 2017

Let's talk to Couples Charades 
There is something more as friends talk 
There is something more in this game of charades 


Let’s Talk (Shakespearean sonnet) 

So good to have you back again my friend
I know you’ve never really been too far
It’s me who’s fallen into empty trends
While you remained as faithful as you are
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How time has passed since last we really spoke
Was so caught up you see, no I’m to blame
So patiently you waited for one joke
The joke and I with time are now the same
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What was that special thing bound you to me
Somehow I think I drop it on my way
Don’t blame these eyes was me who would not see
Here now in shame my friend what’s left to say
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We’ve seen who now I am why would I lie
So for this moment with your help I’ll try


Only our imagination can lead us to why these friends have waited to meet again in this Shakespearean sonnet. There is more to this sonnet than simply two friends meeting. There is a subtle hint in the second quatrain when the speaker refers to a "joke". If we didn't catch this part of the relationship; it's a whole new sonnet. 

One of my other successes with the Masons was in helping reviving San Francisco's three Masonic Youth groups, the Job's Daughters, the Rainbow for Girls and the DeMolay.  Through the Job's Daughters I met Miss. Green. She was an adviser, for the group, and a past Honorer Queen (youth in charge). We became good friends (and nothing more). Arlene was completely comfortable with Miss Green's and my friendship. When Arlene died, Miss. Green was one of those who came to my aid and saw me through this rough period. She was young and very beautiful. So why didn't I date her, when the Masons encouraged me to be seen with a woman? I don't know. Her being much younger than me might have had something to do with it. One evening Miss. Green called me to her home. She was crying. It seems there was this guy she was in love with. He may have been the cause of her divorce. This guy thought that Miss. Green was just a real good friend. This guy and his girlfriend had just had a serious fight. The guy ran to Miss Green for comfort and reassurance. After he left Miss. Green, she calls me. I went over to her house and listened to the whole history. A  history that took a breakfast, lunch and dinner. 

Human relationships are fascinating. They run the gambit from that stranger we pass on the street to that person we want to spend the rest of our life with. It includes animals, and for some, inanimate objects. It is a wonder that with all that life has in store for us, there is our relationship to it all. When we stop to think about it, it is awesome. To make it all easier our brain categorize things. That is a girl. That is a boy. That is good. That is bad. And the categories go on  and on, becoming a little easier to take things in and relate. What adds to the fascination is that we are all individuals. We may categorize things quite similarly, but not exactly. The way our brains file things away has a lot of pluses. It has some challenges too; like equality, change, control, misinformation and the like.What are we to do? Use this powerful blessing. Question those things that really bother us. There is more than one side to everything. Open ourselves up. Give the brain an opportunity to refresh itself. Accept what is right for us may not be right for everybody. Yet, there will come a time of perfect harmony. A time when all relationships will join for a common good. Accept your relationship to the coming harmony and Enjoy. 


Back to the sonnet: Neil Diamond "Hello Again" 

Enough for words 


Charade, originally a kind of riddle, probably invented in France during the 18th century, in which a word or phrase is divined by guessing and combining its different syllables, each of which is described independently by the giver of the charade. Today the game of charades has many variants. The folks at Friend Dog Studios have put together a video showing us one of these varieties. 
There is one problem with this variety of charades. "Couples Charades" 

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Walking with a friend in the dark is better 
than walking alone in the light. 
Helen Keller


 

Sunday, February 12, 2017

A Sunset Scene to Romantic Cliches in Real Life 
Sunset sheds its light on lover true 
Real life brings love whole new view 


A Sunset Scene (Shakespearean sonnet) 

There as the last of sunset settles in
Two lovers once again begin their dance
A dream perchance an echo of romance
But for this kiss the stars begin to spin
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They share their flare with world left far below
Amazed they gaze at sight before their eyes
Which whirls and twirls with songs of lovers’ sighs
This window to a world they came to know
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Long after all the laughter did subside
The night’s delights would find them dancing there
Where Grace has placed them in her gentle care
Where dreams which stream from lovers now reside
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Who knew those lovers other lovers say
They were the evening of another day 


Sunset casts its light into memories in this Shakespearean sonnet. A little bit of fun comes to play in this sonnet. It begins in line 3 of the first quatrain. A rhyme within a rhyme. These rhymes get more pronounced as the sonnet goes on. As the sonnet goes on there should be some confusion who the "them", "their" and "they" refer to. 

Those days when Arlene and I were in charge of Lodge entertainment was truly magical. There were many things that marked our success. The ticket prices were very reasonable. The Lodge's treasury covered most of the expenses. We had a live dance band, who covered a broad variety of styles. Arlene and I listened to our guests. Through them, we learned how to make the parties better. The more we listened, the more people talked and the parties got better. The Lodge made Arlene and I young again. What also made us popular was our show of affection. Holding hands. Hugging. Looking at each other affectionately. Polite, little kisses. Nothing over the edge. Most of all, the dancing. Our guests loved to see us dance or join us on the dance floor. Arlene and I where reminders that it is alright for couples to show that they were in love regardless of their age. We were the right couple for the right time. What was an even bigger compliment was that other couples took our place and kept what Arlene and I had started and kept it alive and growing. From 50 years behind the times to ageless.

Let's take a look at agelessness. Age does take its toll on us, physically, but not so much mentally. Mentally, I have observed, it is society, rather than our minds, which ages us. The same society that said we couldn't kiss in public when we were teenagers, says we can't kiss in public when we are old. I admit, when I was young, I gave older couples a second look when they were hanging out in the "wrong places". What are those "wrong places" really? "Age has its privileges." One of those privileges is to be as young we feel. People will look at us. That is their right. (Rest assured, people will look at them for looking at us.) I believe that there is a borderline of social behavior that should not be crossed: like no sex in public.  With this in mind: Hold hands and kiss in the park. Dance where we like. Ride that skateboard. Show off our style at the arcade. We earned that right. Youth is still alive in us. We are; be the expression; the proof of agelessness. ...and there; and here forever Enjoy.


Take us away Barbara: Barbra Streisand "Somewhere" 

Let's take love down an insane lane 


The most popular theory about Valentine's Day origin is that Emperor Claudius II didn't want Roman men to marry during wartime. Bishop Valentine went against his wishes and performed secret weddings. For this, Valentine was jailed and executed. While in jail he wrote a note to the jailer's daughter signing it "from your Valentine". February 14 was chosen as the the day to celebrate Saint Valentine. Ryan Higa. of nigahiga, has his own way of celebrating Valentines Day. 
Here's a look at love from both sides. "Romantic Cliches in Real Life!" 


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There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, 
your talents, the creativity you bring to your 
life and the lives of the people you love. When 
you learn to tap this source, you will have 
truly defeated age.
Sophia Loren