Saturday, March 11, 2017

This Face to Hypnotizing Optical Illusion Rings 
The wonders in a face 
The wonder of an artist and his rings 


This Face (Shakespearean sonnet) 

Have we ever looked in someone’s face
To trace the start of every single line
To place the footsteps makeup won’t erase
This space that bears both history and time.
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Sweet valleys mark the passing of the tears
While tiers of joy have crafted that warm smile
And here’s the gentle path of hopes and fears
To years this held enhanced in grace and style
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Now to dive to swim in lustrous pools
What fools have drowned or lost their way therein
Those schools of life whose fire never cools
These tools that map out truth that lies within
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I gaze into this mask of dreams for days
Amazed the ways we blazed life’s daily plays


The story written on one's face is traced in this Shakespearean sonnet. We break away from the love theme, which is the norm of a Shakespearean sonnet, to explore faces. This sonnet carries a meaningful message. In addition. we engage in a little word play. The second beat of the second, third and forth lines of each quatrain rhyme with the last word of the first line. In the rhyming couplet the word play comes to a big finale, as does the message. 

Staring into my face I realize, I didn't do so bad. Sure, I'm not well off financially, but I had the wealth of Chevron and the Masons to financed my imagination. People say, "Money can't buy everything." I don't know. I've seen what money can do. Time has been pretty gentle on my face. This is a bit unusual for me. While some people talk about how fast time goes by (how short life is),  for me time goes by really slow. While this was great when I was active, now that I'm becoming inactive, I can feel the weight of each minute. My eyebrows bear the weight of a less than favorable childhood and people and family who depended on me for this and that. I was in my thirties when my abusive stepfather stopped haunting my dreams. There was/is that warm smile. A smile of confidence of someone rich in self confidence. The same self confidence that turned me into an egotist, The same self confidence that guided me to serve. To serve in charity and volunteer work. I believe that anyone as lucky as me should give back to society. Give an egotist an award and he will work harder. Wrinkles... I was fortunate to have Arlene (now Amor) ease my problems and erase most of my wrinkles. Staring into my face I see, I didn't do so bad. 

There it is, staring back at us through the mirror. It has been with us all our life. On it is written our life story. Each wrinkle. Each line. We can cover it up with makeup or have it surgically altered, but there it is. "They" tell us we are not good looking enough. We don't have this. We don't have that, Too many wrinkles. We are too old looking. By whose standards? Many people are influenced, not by who they are, but by what they are told to believe by the media. Here is the truth of it. Have you ever fallen in love and everyone knows about it by the glow on your face? Have we ever been attracted to someone and others don't see what you do? I tell my my wife she is pretty and she get better looking. Have we ever noticed that the people who are constantly part of our life seem to be ageless? Here is the wonder of it. The marvel of it. On this face is traced a life. And we are told that we aren't good looking enough. Today, even professional models are altered to match a false reality. I am here to suggest that we are good enough. "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." There it is staring back at us in the mirror. That is good looking. That is our life. Let us admire the truth of it and Enjoy.


Take it away Emeli: Emeli Sande "Lifetime" 

There are wonders all around 


Ouka is a popular Tokyo, Japan juggler, illusionist and magician who has been seen throughout the world. Ouka’s specialty performance is his impressive ring arts. His talent won him the Japanese Diabolo National Championship. Kuma Films has created a video to dazzle us with his amazing skills. 
We can't help but get lost staring at Ouka's ring manipulation skills. "Hypnotizing Optical Illusion Rings | 8 Ring, Buugeng" 


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The human face is the organic seat of beauty. 
It is the register of value in development, a 
record of Experience, whose legitimate office is 
to perfect the life, a legible language to those 
who will study it, of the majestic mistress, 
the soul. 
Eliza Farnham

 

Thursday, March 9, 2017

A Simple Dance to Grade School Dance Battle 
A pair of lovers Dance through Time 
A schoolyard is the scene of a dance battle as boys take on the girls 


A Simple Dance (poem) 

In a field of fancy flowers
Fanciful in their display
They would waive away the hours
In a way they caused dismay
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Daring duo timeless dancing
Dally here a moment more
Sultry sways induce romancing
Endues winds of passion soar
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Each eye’s yearning everlasting
Yearn in rhythm to their heart
Molding movement to dream casting
Dreaming time won’t play its part
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Take time's moment hold it tightly
Holding hoping never ends
Live life grand and fan it brightly
Fan your fields of flowery friends 


A couple's dance forms a poem. At first glance this looks like a simple poem. The meter is very tight (8 beats followed by 7). Starting in the second stanza, take notice of lines 1 and 3. The first two words begin with the same sounds. 

Funny dancing was so important to Arlene. It took many years for her to turn me into a dancer. For us dancing was more than moving our bodies on a dance floor, Dancing was living a life. Giving it meaning. Making memories. Arlene and I danced into a school's dying PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) and brought it back life. We danced into a youth sports program and changed their thinking about how boys and girls play together, Arlene and I danced into a Masonic Lodge and breathed fresh life into it. We danced down the Mississippi River and across America by train. We danced down the Revolution trail and throughout California. Not to mention that Arlene made a pretty good dancer out of me. At a time when disco was sweeping the country and the world, here was a young lady who was enjoying being the center of attention on the dance floor. Near the end we met other couples whose dances had brought about changes. This led us to believe, all that we did someone else would eventually do. But this was Arlene's and my time. And what a dance it was. 

There are many dances. There is so much to life. Some like to waltz. Some like to cha cha cha. Some just like to move their body. Some simply like to beat out the rhythm with their feet. Some enjoy taking risks. Some enjoy taking in the sights. Some enjoy serving where they can. While others find fulfillment in tending their garden. Endless is the world. Endless are the things in it. Opportunities. Opportunities for us. Opportunities for every minute facet of our being. There is so much available to us that it is impossible to take it all in. It is up to us to take in what we can. What we choose. This is our time. Our song. Our moment to dance and Enjoy.


Here with a song about one dance: Leonard Cohen "Dance Me to the End of Love" 

With that lesson under foot, Let's head over to the elementary school 


Dance "battling," is a form of dance where competitors face-off in a direct and aggressive competition, in a similar way to the earlier breakdance battles, with "dissing" (mocking), and heightened moments of frantic, aggressive arm and chest movements (known as "buck" moves). 
It is surprising how young competitors of a dance battle can be. Scott Winn, of ScottDW, has captured a moment at a local elementary school.
An elementary school that has professional dancers. "GRADE SCHOOL DANCE BATTLE! BOYS VS GIRLS! // ScottDW" 

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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time 
like dew on the tip of a leaf. 
Rabindranath Tagore


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

A Different World to Thor: Pt. 2, Where Are They Now 
A world without his love 
A world living with Thor 


A Different World (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The rivers will flow up instead of down
The clouds will make a desert of the sky
The birds won’t sing they’ve lost the reason why
The flowers will all fall upon the ground
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And children no more want to enjoy play
And poets have no need for one more verse
And no more lives for actors to rehearse
And there is nothing special for the day
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This is the world without the sun or moon
This empty jar left drifting in some sea
This long lost soul that has no place to be
This place where hope in hearts were crassly hewn
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I hope you see the value of my view
As crazy as the day I don’t love you 


A world gone crazy is the subject of this Shakespearean sonnet. No one said a love sonnet has to be normal. There are more oddities going on. Don't we find it strange that a sonnet about oddities is so uniform that all the first words of each quatrain is the same? The third quatrain takes its leave of the norm except in form. 

The last few years that Arlene and I were together were pretty unbelievable. We brought Hawaii to a bunch of widows. We had models swimming in a pool, behind a bar, for a group of old men. Now this one. Follow me on this one. I was a youth soccer coach for 13 years, My success was not in championship trophies. For some reason the kids on my teams did better at school. The parents credited me for this. I ran into a mom of one of the boys, from one of my early teams. She was very happy to see me and shared with me the successes of her son. 

Let's turn the page. It was Arlene's birthday. I took her to a dress shop to pick out a present. We bumped into two of Arlene's friends at the store. It became funny as more of our friends showed up at the dress shop. It turned out, the mom had become a dress shop owner. To show her appreciation, for what she believed I had done for her son, we came up with an idea. Arlene had a birthday party in a dress shop. Not only could the ladies party, they could try on cloths. Yes, I did have to pay for Arlene's clothes as did all the husbands.

It is a crazy world that we live in. Crazy in wonder. There is so much out there, it is impossible for us to take it all in. The flowers, the trees, the waters. the buildings, the tastes, the sounds, all of it. Add to the endless wonder of it all, add the element of change. To add another layer of craziness to it all, we are all individuals. No two individuals take in the same thing exactly the same way. Even we cannot take in the same thing exactly the same way. A rock sitting on the table. How much could change in less than a second? Our thoughts (just as a starter).  Let's not even throw in the endlessness of imagination. Add to this craziness, there is so much that we take for granted. We have to. Or else it gets difficult to get from A to B. The more we take in, the more difficult things get. It is a wonder how much we can take in. Some learned people believe that we can take in so much more. More beauty, more marvel, more awe, more wonder and more. But let's start here. Here in our time. In our part of this crazy world. Take it in, be a part of it and Enjoy.


Back to the sonnet: Timex Social Club "Mixed Up World" 

If that wasn't crazy enough 


Thor is the Norse God of Thunder. The son of Odin and Jord, the earth goddess. Thor was the strongest of the Aesir, the collective name for the the principal race of Norse gods; they who lived in Asgard, and with the All-Father Odin, ruled the lives of mortal men. What does Thor do when he is not saving the wold? To give us some insight is Team Thor. 
Take it away Team Thor. "Team Thor: Pt. 2, Where Are They Now?" 


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There is always some madness in love. 
But there is also always some reason in madness. 
Friedrich Nietzsche


Sunday, March 5, 2017

I Turn To You to Army Dad Surprises Son at School 
A lover is reunited with a kiss 
A father is reunited with a son 


I Turn To You (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I turn to you when beauty calls to me
From fields upon another sunny day
Where fancies frolic ever Joyfully
And time is moment memories away
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I turn to you at blossoming of tune
A splendor which began a dream ago
A kiss which ever scribed into the moon
Our melody and meaning in our glow
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Return to me those secret searching eyes
The endless sparks of marvel in your smile
My vision of forever you comprise
So grace me with your everlasting while
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I turn to you the source of Joy’s abyss
Return to me this one more longed for kiss 


A lover's requests returns in this Shakespearean sonnet.  A simple love song (sonnet). There is only one small touch of cleverness to it. In the first two quatrains the speaker turns to his beloved for the magic of a moment. In the third quatrain seeks a return. In the rhyming couplet the two idea (I turn and Return) are brought together as we learn the purpose of it all is revealed. 

People are going to laugh at me. When I first dated Arlene, I worked in a candy store. Arlene's favorite candy was red licorice. I found this out by her kisses. Her kisses were better when I brought her the right candy. And so it was for all things. It is no secret that I'm a sucker for a kiss. I am also a leg man. Arlene had great legs. Throw in her beauty and all the other wonders which were Arlene, she had her puppy well trained. It started out with candy and kisses. As time went on, Arlene's wordless hints and rewards grew to encompass more and more of a realm of pleasures. I, on my end, became motivated to learn a language that had no words. The magic worked both ways. As I admired Arlene's wonders, beyond words, (and she knew it) the better it all got. And the greatest of all was a kiss. I can hear the laughs, but I was the biggest winner.

Humans and communications... First we foreign languages.  Then We have one language. When we see the word "read", is it pronounced "red" or "reed"? When we hear the someone say the word "to". did they mean "to"."too" or "two"? Then there is that plethora of words that we out and out don't understand. Into this mix is the world of wordless communication. When someone is giving us "the eye", are they admiring us, staring in our direction or something else? In the realm of relationships these wordless communications can be realms of their own. Realms of endless wonder. In the story we have a nut whose wife has the power to make her happy without using words. In life we have couples, people who can communicate with their partner worlds without words. A look, a sign, a gesture, and on and on. For those of us who have touched upon this wordless realm know that we can have a private exchange in the midst of outward mumble jumble. See that special something in those eyes? It is the wordless call to Enjoy.


To help guide us there: Mandalay "Beautiful" 

Let's bring a father and a son together 


Graduating high school senior Nicolas Schott rose to speak about the important of honoring military families at his own commencement ceremony in Goose Creek, South Carolina. He had no idea his father, U.S. Army Staff Sgt. Jamie Schott, had returned from overseas and was watching him from the side of the stage. A principal, of studio C, calls together a special assembly to witness the long overdue reuniting of a son and a father, who was away serving his country. 
The event doesn't go exactly as planned. "Army Dad Surprises Son at School" 


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Sometimes the things that are felt the most 
are expressed between two souls over the 
distance and over time...where no words abide. 
 C. JoyBell C