Saturday, May 6, 2017

I Sit And Watch to Baby Are You Watching 
A couple sit and watch the wold from a park bench 
A couple sit and watch TV 


I Sit And Watch (Italian sonnet) 

I sit and watch young lovers passing by
The sweet yet awkwardness in their caress
As angels finding pathways to the sky
They fly upon the edge of happiness
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I sit and watch the lovers as they kiss
For this they put all other cares aside
In this less lustrous words would be amiss
By this true love forever will abide
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I sit and watch two lovers face the wind
Which stirs and throws confusion in the air
What wayward hopes will lovers then rescind
How will their flame of passion meet despair
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I sit and watch as lovers passed this way
Still holding hands beside their memory
I sit and watch this fanciful display
As one of them was you the other me


Something stirs more than a memory in this Italian sonnet. This sonnet uses a trick to build up to its surprise ending. Each quatrain starts with the phrase "I sit and watch two lovers..." This was done to set our minds up. In the fourth quatrain a part of this starts the third line. This has the effect of making us feel the sonnet is speeding up (or at least one more "echo" will happen). Then, on the final line. the surprise hits. 

Arlene and my favorite spot was a rock under a willow beside Stow Lake, in Golden Gate Park. We used to enjoy rowing a canoe around the lake. The boat house replaced all the row boats and canoes with paddle boats. They weren't quit the same. This was when our tree took on a deeper meaning. Park bench were always great places to sit and take the weight off of our feet and, of coarse, kiss. About the same time our tree took on its meaning, park beaches became more.  Arlene and I sat, as lovers do, and watched the world go by. Sometimes we let our imaginations go free. One day we went on a family walk with our kids, Peter and Robin. We came upon a bench. Arlene and I sat down as the kids went ahead. In the distance a pair of young lovers appeared. They acted oddly familiar: Like Arlene and I, way back when. Though it's not polite, Arlene and I took it in, every now and again sharing a smile. A wordless acknowledgement that we were together in what was happening. The couple must have caught us looking. They both looked up. It was Arlene and me. Arlene and I looked at each other to reassure ourselves. When we checked what we were seeing, the couple was gone.

(Spoiler Alert! - Do not read unless you require some explanation. If you enjoy magic best not proceed. When a couple reaches middle age, it is not uncommon to notice a younger couple acting as they once did. At the distance Arlene and I were from the young couple, they could have looked like anyone. The couple could have gone into the nearby bushes, while Arlene and I were looking at each other,)

It is a wonderful world we live in. Who is to say what is real and what is "an active imagination"? Way back in 1966 a man, on a TV science fiction, talked into a communicator (on "Star Trek"). Who would have guessed we all would be connected to our cell phones? When I worked at Chevron, my job was to "think outside the box". My greatest accomplishment was suspending three flags in mid air, without any strings. I used a technology that didn't exist five years earlier. (What money can do.) Look at the new tricks magicians are doing now a days. Once we see how the trick is performed, we say , "Of course." At times, even our senses cannot be trusted (optical illusions, for example). Into this world we must challenge ourselves to stay alert. What is real? Then, from time to time, it's okay to enjoy our imagination; as long as we are aware that it is our imagination. Or is it? The things of today. It is a wonder-filled world we live in. What is real? Let's do our best  to stay aware and Enjoy.


Let's drift a bit on an imagination: John Williams "Moon River" 


In today's world let's talk multitasking 


Although the idea that women are better multitaskers than men has been popular in the media as well in conventional thought, there is very little data available to support claims of a real sex difference. Most studies that do show any sex differences tend to find that the differences are small and inconsistent. Here to explore the question is XVP Comedy. 
Yes, that is Rick Grimes of "The Walking Dead". "'Babe, ARE YOU WATCHING?!' (A Walking Dead Parody) [SPOILERS]" 


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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Church Bells to Eating Twinkies With God 
The realism of life 
The wonders of life 


Church Bells (poem) 

Those church bells welcomed her into this world
And there she was her mother at her side
With holy waters into life was hurled
This angel proved to be her father’s pride
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Those church bells welcomed her into this world
And there she was her mother at her side
As laces of her wedding dress unfurled
She starts a journey husband at her side
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Those church bells welcomed her into this world
And there she was her mother at her side
Inside a coffin now her body curled
For days the people came and stared and cried
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Those church bells welcomed her into this world
And there she was her mother at her side
It was the day when all of heaven twirled
It was the day her mother gently died 


These church bells mark the lives of mother and daughter in this poem. This poem uses the exact wording in the first two lines of each stanza, followed by two more lines that rhyme with them and match them in meter. This was done to imitate two lives under the unchanging church bells.  

This poem encapsulates one of the saddest things I have ever experienced. A mother burying her daughter. I know it happens, but I still feel it it is wrong. The church in the picture is Star Of The Sea. It is the church where Arlene was baptized. By it is a Catholic school, where Arlene and I met. Me? I'm baptized Lutheran. My mother and her first husband were not religious. My interest in Christianity began in 1967, when I was in high school. I was drawn into one of the storefront churches of Evangelist Dave Wilkerson. From there, I became a church choir singer.  I sang for Methodist, Episcopalian, Baptist and Presbyterian churches.  I got into reading the bible at the same time that I got into reading other spiritual books. I met Devoy Harris and together we formed The Messengers Of Light. The messengers and I parted ways. I was 30 when my friend Steven got me to accept Jesus. I just felt right.  The Catholic church got their hands on me when Saint Gabriel School asked me to coach for them. Going to mass wasn't part of the deal, but I thought it best if parents and players saw me on Sundays. St. Gabriel and I parted ways when I stopped coaching. At the time I was heavily into bible studies (as far as book reading). I was looking for answers from different Christian sources as well as versions of the bible. This lead me to the Jehovah's Witnesses. They were more than happy to study and discuss the bible with me. We accepted that I would not become a Witness. All this religious background would come in handy when I performed funerals for the Masons. I did go a bit off track. Still...

It is a big world, filled with many beliefs. Some believe in a supreme being. Some do not. Some believe there is life after death. Others do not. The number of religions in the world is vast. Additionally, to add complexity, there are variations of these religions. There are even variations of these variations. Sound confusing? Consider the Word of God: the bible. It is estimated there are at least 50 English versions. Then there are all of our languages. Let's throw into the mix those who believe this is all there is. What is really important is what we believe. After all, it is we who live this life. It is we who will breath that last breath. What is, is. We must be satisfied. And in our satisfaction, do our best. What do we believe? It all starts from here. And from here let us Enjoy.

Isn't that right Barbara: Faure "Pavane" (Barbra Streisand) 

Let us not close our eyes to wonder 


We don't need to look for and wide for God. He's in every one of us and in every thing that we do. Whether you believe or not, we all can agree that by helping each other, each good act that we do makes this world a brighter place. Let us rise to the occasion and be kinder to each other, to help one another. 
To illustrate this Meyer Kay has created this video. "Eating Twinkies With God" 


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This moment is your life. 
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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

The Last Words to There's No Such Thing As Ghosts 
The shadow of a love 
The shadow of a ghost 


The Last Words (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I’ll wait for you where love devours the night
The last words of a final note he left
Gone were the arms that used to hold her tight
Those hopeful sighs the tears they cried bereft
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It seemed that here their love so grand had waned
A world of scars now echoed them to part
To distant stars they found their sights had trained
And fortune had dominion of their heart
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And so she grew in beauty of her years
She even wed and raised a family
She rode the wave of all her sweat and tears
From time to time her thoughts returned to he
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Soon age brought nights when death was in the air
And in those shadows he was waiting there 

The power of true love is is reflected in this Shakespearean sonnet. Here we have an example of a flash fiction in the form of a sonnet. With only 14 lines available this requires a little planning. Ideally, we want the conclusion to fall on the rhyming couplet. 

Life has treated me remarkably. How can I say that when my world was taken from me so young and unexpectedly? Arlene died months away from her fiftieth birthday, After my initial shock, it was hard to be sad, Make no mistake, I miss Arlene, but our time together was so amazing, so well used, sadness is overpowered by the many, many joys.. The celebration of lives well spent. But she is gone now. Into this scene comes Amor, my current wife. Originally she was to make me appear normal, as I did charity work involving youth. As it turned out, beside being beautiful, Amor is extremely (cute) funny. I now should be suffering depression. because of a brain disorder. My neurologist suggested I take antidepressant medication. Amor has made this medication unnecessary. Amor, on her side, lost her husband. Meeting me, and my wild courtship, brought her back. This is another beauty of our relationship. I had Arlene. Amor had her passed husband. For now, Amor and I are making the most of this time in our life. Somewhere else, they will be waiting,

Here I am. Just one more example of why we should live a full and rich life. The love of my life was taken away too soon. Yet it's hard to be sad. There are too many happy memories. The same is true about my life. I am old, yet my life was so rich there is no time to be sad. Sure, there is much I could have done better. But, I did pretty good. I am one of those lucky ones who didn't just talk. I did. I am one of many. Perhaps we are one of those many. Some feel life is short. Some think life is long. Either way, life is what it is. It is a gift. It is ours. I performed a lot of funerals. I visited a lot of seriously ill people. The happiest, the most satisfied, the most comforted, people in these situations were those who lived a full life. We are born and we pass. In between, it is important that we live; We exist; We experience; We do; We make memories. This is how we too may too  join fulfillment. What is waiting at the passing? For now let us live. Live to the fullest and Enjoy.


Some music for our consideration: Secret Garden "Song From A Secret Garden" 

Now for a ghost story 


Legend has it Lincoln saw his fate before he was assassinated. He reported a dream to his cabinet in which he wandered into a funeral at the white house, and when he inquired of one of the mourners who had died, the man responded “The President… he was killed by an assassin.” After his death, Lincoln’s ghost has been spotted by many visitors and residents of the white house, among them First Lady Grace Coolidge, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, and Winston Churchill. Today, two graffiti artists, of Corridor Digital, looking for a new canvas uncover a dark secret. 
Let's join then, if we dare. "There's No Such Thing As GHOSTS" 


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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Upon A Dream to Car Lip Sync 
A lover lost in a dream 
Two drivers lost in a song 


Upon A Dream (English sonnet) 

Upon a dream enchantment floats on you
Forever lost its meaning in your smile
As moments drift beyond this tender while
And heart beats to a song it never knew
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Enthrall each wish in heaven’s mist you style
Each whisper brings another hope come true
Is this the kiss enchantment wanders to
Is this a vision lovers did compile
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Each fragrant breeze now carries me away
To splendors and surrender without end
Upon this dream enchantment puts me through
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And from this dream my passions will not stray
Enchantment’s meaning ever will portend
As I now float on every breath of you 


A lover lost in a dream is encapsulated in this English sonnet. There are two unusual things going on in this sonnet. Normally an English sonnet of this type follows this rhyme scheme: A/B/B/A, B/A/A/B, C/D/E, C/D/E. To accomplish the sense that the lover is lost the "you" rhyme is reintroduced into the triads. Thus the last line is very similar to the first. The word "Enchantment" is in every stanza. So, we have a sonnet, with no sense of ending and covered with enchantment. 

There were times I just stared at Arlene. I wondered to myself, could this really be happening? How lucky I was that a person like Arlene was a part of my life, As if being with Arlene, a dream, was not enough, I entered into a fantasy world. A world beyond description. Time, in this realm, had no meaning. Was it a minute? Was it an hour? A waking dream. But was it a dream? There was an inspiration to it. A motivation. And from these stares, these dreams. came the dreamer.

What is a dream? I think the biggest confusion is that dreams hold so many meanings, so many intimacies. so many facets to all of us. What we believe about ourselves effects how we see, take in dreams. For some dreams are the adventures we have a when we are asleep. For some, dreams are hopes or wishes of something more. For some, dreams are both. Let me take one step further. I believe I am a dream. I know my actions have helped and/or motivated others. I believe I am one of many dreams. We all may be dreams; Not only in our action or beliefs, but in what people believe about us. To make things more interesting, we may be one of those people who are motivated by, believe in, that dream of us. What is a dream? I lay one more thought for our consideration: Our life is a dream. Think about it or maybe I have taken things too far.  I look back at my life and what else could it have been but a dream and the possibilities of what yet lays ahead. I am certain we can all relate. What is a dream? While we figure it out, Enjoy.


Back to the dream of the sonnet: Luther Vandross "Always And Forever" 

A new terror may be coning to our roads 


Lip sync (short for lip synchronization) is a technical term for matching a speaking or singing person's lip movements with prerecorded sung or spoken vocals. Artists often lip-synch during strenuous dance numbers in both live and recorded performances, due to lung capacity being needed for physical activity. Studio C has uncovered that lip synching may be a driving hazard. 
What next? "Car Lip Sync" 


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We lose ourselves in the things we love. 
We find ourselves there, too.
Kristin Martz