Friday, May 12, 2017

The Dream to Dancing in the Street - without music 
Lovers dancing in a dream 
Four million people still don't know what's going on 


The Dream (round) 

A dream I had that started here with you
My fragrant friend my shelter for a kiss
For surely paradise is drawn from this
Just drifting here for wishes to come true
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What cares I had your flowers do dismiss
A breeze whispers to life a gentle air
A soft reminder that we often share
Before we do resign ourselves to bliss
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My promise of tomorrows meets me there
Where dancing dreams give meaning to the sky
While time forgot the meaning of goodbye
And reason as to meaning unaware
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For now let’s put aside our need for why
And place an endless love within our view
Without this precious gift what will I do
Another dream is waiting your reply


Lovers happily lost in a dream of a round. In this round the middle rhyme form the outer rhymes of the next stanza. The last stanza leads back to the first stanza. Thus we have a poem with no beginning or end. If some of the lines seem to extend in meaning, remember this is a dream. 

Yes, Arlene and I were dreamers. Our best of our dreams was the ability and the opportunity to cast dreams for others to enjoy. Our dances were a good examples. People became young again. We held dances on boats. in gardens and even at the zoo, to stretch imaginations. One of our big parties was almost a disaster. Every year the Masons hold a party in honor of our widows. It is usually held in conjunction with Mother's day. Although usually a charming event, Arlene and I decided to take it one step further. We rented a facility in South San Francisco with a view of a lush green garden. Most of our guests were up there in years. They arrived as normal. We had small gifts,as was customary. The menu had a Polynesian flare. All the waiters wore Hawaiian attire. After dining it started. The lights flickered to the load of lightening. Hawaiian performers came from everywhere. Through some great lighting effects, the entire facility was transported to the islands. The whole transformation was a bit much for a few of the ladies, who had to be taken outside. Arlene and I thought we might be responsible for some hospitalizations. This was not well thought out. Luckily as the event went on everyone had a great time. But it was Arlene and I who nearly had a heart attack.

It got better. The entire event went way over budget. Many members of the Lodge were angry and felt that I should pay some retribution. I was nervous, was an understatement. Just before the vote, the secretary read a few letters. They were from widows, thanking the Lodge and telling what a good time they had. Not only did the vote go in my favor, men continue to try to outdo each other with the widows' party.

And what are your dreams? Easy for one to ask who had others to pay for his flights of fancy. But there was something else. The money was there before that widows' party. At one time there was no widows' party. Then someone used their imagination. Imagination. We all have one (somewhere), Remember, when we were kids? We didn't need a horse, to ride a horse. What happened? Just like muscles, imaginations require exorcise. Maybe we've become afraid. Maybe we've come to believe imaginations are just for kids. Maybe we believe that voice telling us we can't. Well, we Can. Believe in ourselves. We are wonders in a wonderful world and there is a breeze loose called our imagination. Ever wonder how beautiful a flower can be? Imagination. It is limitless. Do we see the possibilities? They are us. Enjoy.


The other side of dreams: Roy Orbison "In Dreams" 

Some people should not be dancing in the streets 


Research shows dancing not only improves overall physical health, it can improve your mental health by boosting your overall happiness. But take a gaze at this video provided by Strack Azar. It makes one wonder. 
Did I catch Mick Jagger drinking in this video? "Dancing in the Street // Silent Music Video" 



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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Flower In The Mud to How Tarzan Met Jane 
A flower is a reminder of how couple met 
A picture is a reminder of how Tarzan and Jane met 




Flower In The Mud (English sonnet) 

Amid the blackened mud a flower grew
Reminder of a time that couldn’t last
A lover’s passion burning way too fast
This flower bears the madness they went through
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Oh flower of such kisses from the past
What feelings fostered fate of lovers two
One wonders now if even they then knew
Speak flower any scent which you may cast
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A sunny day they say when couple met
To air some darkness brewing in their mind
Resulting in a flower in the mud
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What followed was a scene of deep regret
As blow by blow soft words became unkind
Resulting in a flower in the blood 


A flower, madness, a world unreal unfolds in this English sonnet. As in most English sonnets, this one is broken into two halves. The first half (the quatrains) discusses a strange flower which is a reminder of a romance. The second half (the triplets) discusses what happened to the relationship and the grim conclusion. From the beginning the sonnet is colored with the madness that takes place at the end. The ending is so grim that it effects the entire sonnet. 

When Arlene became president of the PTA, we rediscovered our old friends Steve and Molly, Steve and Molly were a couple from our high school to pre-disco days. They were a lot like Arlene and I: mad lovers. I'm not certain what happened, but here the were again... married... with three kids. The oldest was attending our school. Steve and Molly were hard working supporters and volunteers. We got together to catch up on lost years. After about a year Arlene started noticing some bruises on Molly. She found out from Molly that Steve had lost his job. It couldn't have happened at a worse time, financially. Steve turned to alcohol at nights. Arlene and I suspected the worst: Steve was attacking Molly. It all sounds easy for friends to step in and help. First off, Molly would blame her bruises on this and that. What were we to do? We had to do something, for the sake of our conscience. We went to the school principal. There were kids involved.  This led to an investigation. It turned out to be much worse. Unfortunately, this story doesn't have a happy ending, except that everyone is alive.

Life is a wonder, Was it mere coincidence that one couple was brought back into a world of another couple who would help them? There are many, many people willing to help, that are helping (making a positive difference). There are many who do nothing at all. Or so the media would have us believe. We read and hear about the damage being done to our environment. We don't often hear about those working very hard for our Mother Nature. There are many, many working, serving to make a difference, I have seen them. They follow many callings.  My main service was for the youth. There are some people who are willing to help but, for some reason, are held back. The right motivation at the right time and another hope is born. We should all help. We should all give back for this gift of ours. I'm sure we all do (or want to). Life is wonderful. We are wonderful. And as we work for a better tomorrow, Enjoy.


A sad song, in memory of a love: Thao Nguyen Xanh "Sad Romance" 

Talk about wonder: Tarzan and Jane come to mind 


Tarzan is a fictional character, created by Edgar Rice Burroughs for his 1914 book "Tarzan of the Apes". Tarzan was  an archetypal feral child raised in the African jungle by the Mangani great apes; he later experiences civilization only to largely reject it and return to the wild as a heroic adventurer. As far as meeting his mate Jane, is was nothing even close to a video created by Hannah Stocking.
Since Hannah's video is much shorter than the actual meeting of Tarzan and Jane, let's watch that. "How Tarzan Met Jane | Hannah Stocking & Anwar Jibawi" 


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


 



Monday, May 8, 2017

The Spring to Grover Bird Watches 
Lovers watch their spring  
Grover goes bird watching 


The Spring (Shakespearean sonnet) 

It sang of memories as lovers played
This spring which brings sweet music to their heart
And wanders from where kisses have their start
Of lovers once found dancing in the glade
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Each hope fulfilled in dreams beside the spring
As lover watched imagination drift
Here safely far away from raging rift
Where even love has not learned how to sting
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Here by the spring mere time still saunters by
For other dawns await to greet their sun
While other tales await to be unspun
A lasting sip before eyes wonder why
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One day two lovers resting by the tide
Still see the spring they carry deep inside 


The eternal spring flows on as two more lovers are caught in its currents in this Shakespearean sonnet. The sonnet describes a magic spring. It isn't until the very end (the rhyming couplet) that we discover the spring's course. Also note: the spring is mentioned in every stanza. This was to signify that the spring is ever present.

The spring was very much alive in Arlene and me. It took on a new course during our parenting years. It was my fault and my idea. Though we were encouraged to take a little time for ourselves by Arlene's mother and Arlene's brother and his wife, I felt we should be with our children until they were grown up. I felt we should postpone Arlene and Martin in favor of the Kloess family. The time came. The kids had grown up. This "genius" had a "great" idea. In our early teenage courting years Arlene and I used to enjoy and go to the classic more (the opera. symphonies, ballets and such). So, I was convinced we revisit those magic years. I got tickets for Phillip Glass's opera "Satyagraha" and reservations at Lehr's Steak House. A big step up from Doggie Diner, where those teenagers ate (now gone). Before we went out, Arlene put on a fashion show of some of the old outfits she saved. She hadn't changed (in a lover's eye's). The evening went smoothly. But smoothly was the best that could describe it. The opera and Lehr's were great, but there was something incomplete. Before heading home Arlene wanted to go out dancing. She had heard about a new salsa dance club, the Cafe Cocomo. So off we went. The Cafe Cocomo (now closed) was an indoor, outdoor dance club. With Arlene in my arms the evening's purpose was complete. The past was great, but here comes tomorrow.

We have all heard that we shouldn't dwell in our memories. For many, memories are all they have. How important it is in life to make great memories. Great to us. Great to our heart, our soul. our being. For some, one grand dream is all they can expect, all they need. Imagine one event that is the purpose of a life. It is possible. It does happen. Then there is the future, to test the value of that event. The temptations. The lies. Then there is the many who should go on to make more memories or to find or to create that moment(s). How will we know that we have fulfilled our purpose? I believe the answer is with us all. Now here is the great riddle: There are so many wonders in this world. We are only here once. We were not meant to do nothing, even if we have accomplished our dream(s). The answer to the riddle is different for every individual. We are the greatest wonder of all. Memories are stepping stones for the future. And most importantly, Enjoy.


Ever see the spring waters: Sergei Rachmaninov "Spring Waters" 



Now for some bird watching 


Twitchers are committed bird-watchers who travel long distances to see a new species just to add a species their "lifelist", "year list" or other lists. The latest to join the long and respected list of twitchers is Sesame Street's Grover. 
Let's join Grover as he discovers a new species of bird. "Sesame Street: Grover Bird Watches" 


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Friedrich Nietzsche