Thursday, June 22, 2017

Reflection to Tactalisthenics 
A man reflects on mistake he wasn't prepared for
A teacher offer a exorcise that we might be prepared 



Reflection (poem) 

There’s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
I blame it on a brash blind youth
Who hadn’t learned to see the truth
I wish that he were me today
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And oh the things that he would say
Of all he did that caused dismay
If he had taken time to see
That one day he would become me
Whose dreams are now called yesterday
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There isn’t much for him to say
When all is now in clear display
Such memories of days gone by
He doesn’t see why I should cry
Could I be he for just one day
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Now there we were what could we say
Was this a dream that went astray
This once was me now standing there
So unlike me without a care
This promise that was yesterday
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There’s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
Now he is I and I am him
Reflections of a passing whim
A memory that was today


A man sadly reflects on the actions of a youth that brought him to today's poem. Five lines of five stanzas written in iambic pentameter compose this poem. Note that an original (changing) rhyme is trapped between a series of very similar rhymes. 

I was lucky to learn when I was young how some mistakes and missed opportunities could have lasting consequences. In my life, I have listened to the stories of people whose lives were ever changed for the worse by the actions of a younger them. (There were success stories too.) One of these fellows is my own brother. He was dating a girl when he graduated from high school. He didn't want to go to college, so she encouraged him to go to trade school. A plan that he kept putting off. Of all my brothers and sisters, he stayed with our mom the longest. Of all of us brothers, he is the best looking. So good looking that though he openly cheated on his girlfriend, she stayed with him. Her reasoning, "He'll be back with me." His reasoning. "We're not going steady or anything." Well in time a more serious suitor came her way and took her away. Eventually, my brother got tired of the "hot guy" scene and wanted to settle down. Guess who he wanted to settle down with? She turned out to be a good wife and partner to someone else and mother to that happy family. To make matters worse, he found out school and learning becomes harder as we get older, Not only that, he was years behind. There was a certain young man, he wishes he could shake and wake up (and see himself now).

For better or worse here we are today. We may have made some mistakes that we are still paying for. What can we do, after the fact? We can learn. Believe it or not our past mistakes make us stronger. (Not that we want to live our lives continuously making mistakes.) By accepting, understanding and working through our mistakes we have the opportunity of being a better person. We should not throw our hands up in the air because of something that happened in the past. We should and must maintain that "can do" attitude; That belief in ourselves. Do not allow the now to be one more thing that we regret in our future. We are products of our past. We are products of all we experienced, of all we were a part of, of all we took in, of all we accomplished.  This is a wonder-filled world. This is a wonder-filled life. With our past claim our part in it. There will come a time when we look back at the marvel that was us. Until that time and for that time Enjoy.

Is this a fitting song: Roy Clark "Yesterday" 

Now let's prepare for the future 


The firearm was invented in Sweden during the 5th century for usage as a signaling and celebration device and remained so for hundreds of years. After the Chinese invented black powder during the 9th century. Firearms have become so much a part of our lives Master Ken, of Ameri-Do-Te (and EnterTheDojoShow), has created a martial arts exorcise using fire arms to better prepare us. 
So without further ado, here's Master Ken. "TACTICALISTHENICS!" 


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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Wish to Gizmoduck 
A wish gone wrong 
Wrongs made right 


The Wish (Martin verse) 

Here was a wish she made one night
This boy to love and hold her tight
To be her hope and guiding light
To be the reason all is right
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Who knew that wishes do come true
And with a tear he loved her too
Into her arms this boy now flew
Yet without wish what would he do
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In love they passed both day and night
Then in a time got married too
Her heart relaxed as moments flew
And something here just wasn’t right
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Now though he stayed forever true
Other’s arms would hold her tight
And for his love he’d leave on light
Till she felt shame what did I do
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She tried so hard to make wrongs right
What could she do to free her light
And as she died he held her tight
Here was a wish she made one night 


A wish come true becomes a person's regret is echoed in thus Martin verse. Martin verse uses five stanzas of four lines each. Though a meter is desirable, it is not essential. Once the eight words are selected they should not be changed.  The first two stanzas introduce the eight words. The third and fourth stanzas mix the words of the first two stanzas. The fifth stanza uses the words of the first stanza, in reverse order. 

The Form:        
A1, A2, A3, A4
B1, B2, B3, B4
A1, B2, B3, A4
B1, A2, A3, B4
A4, A3, A2, A1

Martin verse has no copy right nor is the form proprietary. It is hoped that everyone will enjoy, use and share this new, fun and surprisingly easy poetic form.

There was this girl. She really desired this boy. He was all she could think about. Every dream, every being of her existence was him. Her wish was answered when he fell in love with her. They had a storybook romance. A romance better than she had dreamed, They married. Things changed. Though he was a remarkable husband, her feelings for him began to change. She thought having children, for some reason, would keep them strong, keep them together. The couple had two children: a boy and a girl. The children helped; a little bit. Though her magic feelings never returned, they seemed stabilized; for a while. As the children grew older, what little love she had began to deteriorate. She entered into an affair with another man. Her husband loved her so much that he couldn't see the truth. Her daughter could, though. It was for the daughter the mother broke off the affair. Now, not only was the love for the boy of her dreams completely gone, but the shame of what she had done to a man who remained faithful was eating at her. Eating at her so badly that she died. Arlene and I heard this story from the wife of Arlene's cousin. It was her mother. 

On the subject of wishes, I can't fully put them aside. There was the whole fairy tale of how I, all of the sudden, fell in love with Arlene, When I was touched by a magic tear. Then there was a girl's wish, in the story I just related, Add to these, all the wonderful, magical things that happened to Arlene and me. Chevron, in their Positive Training, had another theory. Instead of wishes, Chevron pointed to desire. If a person's desires are strong enough and focused enough the chances of desires being realized increases. This has to do with the internal as well as the external. If a person believes they are in "the dark" and only bad things happen to them, then (because of their belief) they are and they do. Many desires are watered down, We want this and that. We make negative affirmations. I need money. In need to lose weight. Meaning I am broke or I am fat. Surprisingly casting off negative desires in favor of positive ones improves situations. Wishes as desires can come true. We may not climb to the top of our dreams come true, but oh the wonders we will reach as we try. And try we can. Led on by our desire(s).  And as we are led on, let us Enjoy.


Back to the verse: Bliss "Wish You Were Here" 

Sometimes wishes need a little realignment 


The urban dictionary has a gizmo as any advanced technological device, usually pointless and/or confusing gadget, widget, whatchumacallit, etc. Corridor Digital unleashes a new superhero on the world. His name is Gizmoduck His power is all of the gizmos he is armed with. 
Gizmoduck only has one weakness. "GIZMODUCK The Movie" 


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We all have our own life to pursue, our own 
kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have 
the power to make wishes come true, as long 
as we keep believing.
Louisa May Alcott


Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Tree In Love to Life Of A Dollar 
There was a tree 
There was a dollar bill 


The Tree In Love (Shakespearean sonnet) 

There was a tree that grew beside the spring
And life was rich the flowers in full bloom
When all at once its heart began to sing
For it had caught first whiff of love’s perfume
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It couldn’t see but knew that it was there
And flowers seemed so different that day
When tree would spread its secrets with the air
Which sang much more than any words could say
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The air and wind would shake their friend the tree
If nothing else to let it know they’re close
For tree grew in a new reality
Their tree had entered into love’s sweet throws
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Ah tree stand proudly with your stars of night
And may they always fill you with delight 


A tree becomes much more in the land of this Shakespearean sonnet. We begin with a tree. There are many types of flowers in the world. The season arrived when the flowers were in bloom. The tree caught scent of this bloom and became transformed into much more. As the sonnet goes on the tree and the flower become one. The final dedication is to something more. 

Stow Lake is in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park were visitors can take a paddle boat ride around the center island. In the golden days there were also rowboats and canoes. On the eastern bank, just off the path, is a weeping willow. It is Arlene's and my special tree. We discovered it in our early days of teenage love. It was a secluded place to view the wonders of the lake and make out. Arlene and I used to love canoeing around the lake. As things began to change the tree and the spot became more special. It was here by our sides under our tree, viewing the music of the lake, Arlene and I were in a world apart. In those days of trouble our tree would become a refuge; hoping the other person would remember and return. In all our years, the tree never changed. In all our years, all those years were there. Timeless. Ageless.

Many of us have our special place or special places. It may be a tree, our family, a song, our faith or any number of things or combination of things. Our belief in ourselves could even be our special place. It is here we go to find our strength, our reason, our will to meet those challenges. It is here we may go for our personal celebrations. It is here we may go for that comfort, that reassurance, that "everything is okay". We are people, this is the world: Our special place(s) may change, may transform, may be replaced by another, may disappear. Our special place(s) can even go with us, be planted in us as reminders, as extensions. The wonder of it all. The wonder which is us. All of this so that we can succeed. All of this so that we may Enjoy.


Let's lose ourselves for a moment: Genc Nikolla "Instrumental" 


A wise man once told me - Always keep at least one dollar in your pocket 


The first one-dollar bill was issued as a Legal Tender Note (United States Note) in 1862 with a portrait of Salmon P. Chase, the Secretary of the Treasury under President Abraham Lincoln. The life of a dollar bill can be interesting. Actress, turned writer, director, Inanna Sarkis has captured an interesting life of one of these bills. 
Let's follow Inanna Sarkis's dollar bill. "Life of a Dollar | Inanna Sarkis" 


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Our first journey is to find that special place for us.
Florence Nightingale