Friday, July 14, 2017

Shadow Games to Pea Salad 
A lover is distracted from his goal 
A cook is distracted as he prepares a simple salad 


Shadow Game (English sonnet) 

There by a window will flow silhouette
Of form to storm imagination wild
A feast at least the candy of a child
At heart with dreams that streams without regret
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Maintains its strains this music in my mind
Portrays a sway which plays a way to say
Good night delight of sight arm now betray
The eyes to grope at hope till you they find
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Here now in dark a spark ignites my soul
Uncertain curtain draws my mind aside
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A glance at chance forever lose my goal
What walls will fall when doom and hope collide
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Please start a heart now yearning to be whole
Amidst the kiss of bliss our love will guide 


A lover is lost in his delight and his hope is found in this English sonnet. As most English sonnets, this one is divided into two parts. The quatrains describes a magical desire which has captured a lover. The couples relates the lover's efforts to get to the source. This sonnet is heavy with word play (rhymes within rhymes). This was done to heighten the lover's madness. 

Ah those days as a parent. Peter and Robin were real blessings. The were both excellent students and didn't get in any big trouble. Then it happened. To Peter first. He met the girl. His first love. I saw the "little" gifts, the endless phone calls, the girl he was spending more than usual time with. I didn't interfere. I had mysteries of my own. As Peter was going through his first love, the early days of Arlene were awakened. At first, I didn't know exactly what was going on. I was calling her from work, just to hear her voice. I felt this need to buy her favorite candy. Though Arlene enjoyed this reawakening, she let me in on what was going on. (I think it might have been all those phone calls.) Arlene had problems/entertainment of her own. She had a son dealing with his first love; and she had the return of the love-sick puppy. She, being the Cosmopolitan Magazine girl, decide to take in the whole experience in her own way. I went with it, while it lasted. A few more walks. A couple more times dining out. And let's not forget the kisses. Ah, those days...  And I had two kids.

"Act your age." How many times has this reverberated around in our skull? To this I answer, what is our age? What does it matter how I act, so long as I don't hurt anybody or anything? It is our life to live. My first concern, as far as behavior is me. If I want to behave like someone else, it is up to me. If others want to behave like me, it is on them. If I, a 60 year old man, wants to act like a teenager, more power to me. Take into account, the physical stamina required. How many have not admired how some women can naturally defy anyone to guess their age? People will laugh at us. Let them. We are too confident in ourselves to let things like that bother us. We should be confident in ourselves. We may not be perfect, but we are the best "Me" there is and getting better. We are wonders. Life is a wonder. This is our life. Use it. Live it to the fullest and Enjoy.


Let's see, the sonnet left off at a kiss: Ed Sheeran "Kiss Me" 


Nothing builds confidence like learning to cook 


Peas contain high amounts of a health-protective polyphenol called coumestrol. A study in Mexico City determined you only need 2 milligrams per day of this phytonutrient to prevent stomach cancer. Peas also make a good salad. And they are a good source for a laugh. Here to bring these two elements together is Gregg of You Suck At Cooking. 
Get through all the clowning around, this actually is a good salad. "Pea Salad - You Suck at Cooking (episode 62)" 


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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A Prisoner to Jungle Jail 
A prisoner of love 
A prisoner of a different sort 


A Prisoner (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I’m lost so lost a prisoner am I
Delighting in the realms that hold me in
Just waiting for a moment to begin
And kiss the things I thought I knew goodbye
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Aware somewhere there rests a hidden key
To every treasure locked up in my mind
The timeless pleasure only lovers find
Beyond a heaven’s star-swept melody
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I see a sea of darkness and despair
A doubtful past which yearns to breath the light
Two arms to trust amid the cold bleak night
To care to share to bear I see it there
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Profound I found her stare held prison’s prize
A passage that laid hidden in her eyes 


The delights of a prison of a lover's eyes is held within this Shakespearean sonnet. More than a simple love sonnet. There is the repeat of sounds in the second and forth beats of all the first lines (lost and lost, ware and where). In the conflict stanza (the third quatrain) something more lies hidden. This is resoled in a heavy rhymes within rhymes of the forth line. 

Here's a tale that you may like. At Chevron there was "the fun for lunch bunch". It was a bunch of us guys who met at lunch to have a good time. I don't know how Don got to be a member. He was a nice enough guy, But he was Boring (with capital B). I guess we all saw something more in Don. That's why we all let him hang around. Don disappeared for a couple of weeks. When he reappeared, there was a guy who looked like Don. His clothes were no longer drab. His conversation was interesting. He told jokes that were actually funny. What could have brought about this drastic change? Of course, it was a girl. Don had met a girl and we wanted to meet her. Was she pretty? It was hard to say. She had eyes that pulled one in. It was hard not to lose oneself in her eyes.  She was used to our staring at her eyes. She had been dealing with people's stares for some time. We thanked her for bringing us a friend we always suspected was there.  She thanked us for Don. Evidently, he was the first person to stare into her eyes and find something more. What was her name? That too was lost in her eyes.

Everyone is special. Consider this: As of 2015 there were an estimated 7.347 billion people on this planet and only one you. When we stop to think about it, that in itself is pretty spectacular. Wait, there is more. We all have our own talents and gifts to change the world, Yes, we all change the world, just by being here. But some of create, build, grow, produce, entertain, influence others and much, much more. Hopefully we have discovered some of our richness and worth. Allow this moment to lavish in the splendor which is us. Now take the next step. We are all special. Everyone we see. Even those who don't see us. Some do indeed have more, different, unique skills, talents than others. But somehow we are equal. There is no high or low. Everyone deserves our respect. Mighty is the king until he needs a plumber. It is a wonderful world. Believe it. It all starts here. And as we work with other marvels this world becomes better. Better for us and everyone to Enjoy.


As far as those lovers:  Robert Wright and George Forrest "Stranger In Paradise" 

Now for a prisoner of a different sort 


There are over 2.2 million people are currently in U.S. jails or prisons,. That’s more than the entire population of New Mexico. It is the highest prison population in the entire world. Just for fun, let;s go to France where a young prisoner comes into a crazy jail where everything can happen. 
Sit back and be glad that it's not us. "Jungle Jail" 


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We are all, each and every one, unique in the Universe. 
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James A. Owen



Monday, July 10, 2017

We Things to Can Your Mattress Protector Stand up to Sasquatch 
Things that creep in the night 
Things that creep in the forest 





We Things (poem) 

Let’s slip into the night
And whet our appetite
With things that just aren’t right
What thrills can we incite
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A night to scare
What wasn’t there
It’s hardly fair
Look out beware
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What thrills can we invite
Slipping into the night
To wet our appetite
We things that just aren’t right
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To scare with flare
As people stare
We just don’t care
No time to spare
On jealous air
Look out beware
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For our wet appetite
Is loose to plague the night
What thrills may we ignite
Just when you thought things right
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Those unaware
That we are there
To slip into their night
They sense that things aren’t right
Declare despair
And then prepare
To wet your appetite
With thrills beyond delight
It just might scare
Look out beware
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We settle into night
And feel at last all’s right
What thrill we did alight
To ease our appetite
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For the night
Look out beware


Something slithering through the night is the shiverings of this poem. This poem only uses two rhyme sounds: "air" and "ite". It also only uses two meters: four and six. By relentlessly sticking to these limitations as the tale unfolds adds a feeling of madness. If we are wondering why the last to lines don't rhyme. It's because the two rhyme sounds are taking their final bow. 

Arlene and I have had more than our share of charlatans in the world of the paranormal. Our house had some great, strange phenomenon. All of which were solved. I know and can perform some magic tricks. Still, Arlene and I were open minded to the paranormal and magic. One of our exploits took us to Amador, California and the Imperial Hotel. The Imperial Hotel is the home of the White Lady and several other ghosts that were spotted and recorded by noted ghost hunters. Arlene and I didn't go to debunk anything. We just went to take in the experience and maybe see a ghost.  The Imperial is part of an old western ghost town close to an old cemetery. The scene was set. Once it got dark, the streets of the ghost town got empty, except for the guests of the hotel. Arlene and I couldn't resist exploring the night. The strangest thing was how quiet it was. Quiet, except for the sounds of people's voices, which seemed to carry endlessly. Into this night Arlene and I let our feelings go as we wandered the streets. There was no TV in our room. Instead, we had the voices of the other guests talking: as if they were in our room. Here we were, in a haunted hotel, listening to what our neighbors were saying and doing. Somehow we managed to get to sleep. Arlene and I didn't see any ghosts. Still, we are open minded.

Are there ghosts? I don't know. I have never seen one. In fact, every life experience seems to indicate that they don't exist, Yet, I prefer to keep a door open. This has to do with "Belief Systems". We all have them.  Belief Systems govern how we act, how we see things, the things we see, how we feel, everything. True or false: We all have them. Every individual, every group, every organization and on and on, has its own Belief Systems. And Belief Systems change; even those based on facts. What is true today may not be true tomorrow. What is true for one person may not be true for another, Belief Systems. Confusing? That's all right; As long as they don't hurt anybody or anything. And we; Must learn to respect other's Belief Systems (as long as they don't harm anyone or anything). And together we should make part of our Belief System to be open. Open to that better day. And with every step toward that day let us Enjoy,


As to the ghosts of the Imperial Hotel: Bauhaus "Bela Lugosi's Dead" 

From a ghost town to a forest 


Scientists discount the existence of Sasquatch and consider it to be a combination of folklore, misidentification, and hoax, rather than a living animal. They note the lack of physical evidence after centuries of investigation, despite the fact that numerous creatures would have to exist in order to maintain a breeding population. A small group of investigators are sustained in their interest by occasional new reports of sightings. Such reports are attributed to persons seeing various animals, particularly black bears. Another report points to a commercial that has turned up. 
Is there a Sasquatch? "Can Your Mattress Protector Stand up to Sasquatch?" 

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We only see what we want to see; we only 
hear what we want to hear. Our belief system 
is just like a mirror that only shows us what 
we believe. 
Don Miguel Ruiz