Saturday, August 19, 2017

Moments' Kisses to Watching TV with your Parents
Lovers enjoying their life together 
A son enjoys TV with his mom 

Moments' Kisses (poem) 

Now only moments' kisses still remain
Where days adrift with dreaming had once danced
It seemed the world was laid out at our feet
And there was time enough to see it through
The air was scented with enchantment’s strain
Beyond beyond the wonders which we chanced
And when we held existence was complete
We lived a love the hands of heaven drew
Then came the dawn of sorrow’s bitter pain
When in our mirror stranger’s faces glanced
Within our souls was lie of our defeat
And from our eyes fell rain of lifetime’s dew
Our hearts with kisses' moments now regain
For we were dreams which fantasies romanced
There for a time did pure perfection meet
And I was there to live it all with you

Lovers' lives are echoed in moments' kisses and this poem. With the first stanza we are led to believe this is a free form poem. Then we see that each line rhymes with the sane line of each stanza. This was done to hint how life is tied together.

It was the year 2000, Sure, there were still many magic moments ahead, but the time had come for Arlene and me to hand over the reigns of the parties to others. Normally, Arlene and I spend our time in the "now". The past few years were so unbelievable. They offered no time for reflection. Did they really happen at all?  We used to enjoy tender moments, at night, cuddling under a blanket sharing moments. Those moments became far and few. There were just too many dreams waiting to come alive. But now there was time to breath.  Time to take things a little more easy. (Even though we would reestablish San Francisco Chapter Order Of DeMolay during this time.) Time to take in all that we had done. There were the countless parties. Then came the parenting days and the disco era and all the places we took in. Then came those bitter times. Those days and nights it almost ended. It was hard to believe that was us. Beyond that was that couple in the "Palace in the Sky". Now here we are.

Just to provide something to think about. Normally I encourage everyone to live in the now. Arlene and I had this fun game. We would romantically cuddle in a blanket, at night, somewhere comfortable. There we would engage in a soft "remember when". In our mad days when we were in charge of entertainment, there was little time to enjoy what happened; except what worked and what didn't. Living in the now was taken to extremes. Most of us enjoy reading stories. I enjoy people telling me stories of their life. I have found the best story is ours. How many of us take pictures? Time frozen. The past. Memories. We can go to our favorite restaurant, where our memory tells us we had a good time and the food was good, or we can risk something new. That is live That is our life. And while we are trying to balance it out, Enjoy.

Here is a great song about life: Alan Jackson "Remember When" 

Living at home with the parents 

Today’s young adults are more likely to be at home for an extended stay compared with previous generations of young adults who resided with their parents, according to a Pew Research Center analysis of U.S. census data. As of 2016, 15% of 25- to 35-year-old Millennials were living in their parents’ home. This is 5 percentage points higher than the share of Generation Xers who lived in their parents’ home in 2000.This is not only true in America but other countries as well. 
Here to give us an insight into living with the parents in Ireland is Foil Arms and Hog, "Watching TV with your Parents - Foil Arms and Hog" 

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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Echoes to Every Action Movie Ever 
The echoes of the past come back to haunt him 
The echoes of every action thriller come back to haunt us 

Echoes (transforming poem) 

Echoes from a silent past
Moments that weren’t meant to last
Times that happened by so fast
That my soul is now aghast
So my life again recast
For the safety of contrast
Far from things I used to know
Where the past is not amassed
Here I follow promised flow
Past the things I should have asked
Past unknowns that frighten so
To avoid being harassed
Brand new me again I sew
All old past again I throw
My eyes closed to what I passed
Cut away those things in tow
There I was this brand new show
With another summer’s glow
Followed by these clouds of woe
Echoes from so long ago

A man tries to put the past behind him unsuccessfully in this transforming poem. A transforming poem is a composition were a constant theme changes. In this case it is a rhyme. The rhyme sound "ast" transforms to"O". Notice that the echoes may have transformed but they haven't "changed".

Arlene passed on in 2002. As one would expect it all was unreal. Through the help of my family, friends and associates I  made it through the horror. To keep my mind occupied I busied myself with more service work. Into my life comes Jeff. Jeff was great. He drove me here and there. He helped when he could. A meal, a drink, companionship and such, Jeff was there. It turned out Jeff had gone through a painful divorce. I had just lost my wife and I seemed to be holding up well. Jeff hoped he could find my secret and that some of me could rub off on him. It took months for this to surface. There was an ulterior motive for Jeff's actions. I sensed one of the causes of his divorce. At the end of the day Arlene and I had a pretty good relationship. One who's joys can overcome any sorrow. Jeff. on the other hand had created a past who's echoes would come back to haunt him. 

As we get older in life, like me. so much disappears. There really were ice cream parlors where one could dance. There was a french bread that was only available in San Francisco. I know, because I enjoyed them. I enjoyed those school days. I enjoyed being 20 (both times). I enjoyed being a parent. Sure, I miss them and those times. But aside from looking ahead and enjoying the present, I have so many good memories it's hard to feel sad. Sure, I had my share of bad times, and when there is some extra time they may get a chance to pop their heads. Plus, I feel it would be disrespectful to the good times to be sad. Let us all live like that. Make good memories. Good moments. They will be a wall against sadness. Make the most of the people, things and places around us now. We never know when or if they'll be gone. Plus every positive memory is a strong, solid step for our future. We truly are wonderful. It all starts here. For a better tomorrow remember this: Enjoy.

Need some more inspiration: Seal "Kiss From a Rose" 

With that said let's go to the movies 

Action Films are a major genre type includes films that have tremendous impact, continuous high energy, lots of physical stunts and activity, possibly extended chase scenes, races, rescues, battles, martial arts, mountains and mountaineering, destructive disasters (floods, explosions, natural disasters, fires, etc.), fights, escapes, non-stop motion, spectacular rhythm and pacing and adventurous heroes. All designed for pure audience escapism with the action sequences at the core of the film. 
Here to give us some idea about action films (or just for laughs) are the folks of Smosh. "EVERY ACTION MOVIE EVER" 

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but not to memories. 
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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Picture He Held to Ticketing A Cop 
A man is arrested by a picture 
A police arrest turns into a picture session 

Picture He Held (English sonnet) 

He turned to a picture he held too tight
Here was his meaning purpose for the day
All he had dreamed of wishes away
Here was his bride and source of delight
She was the heartbeat which set him astray
She was the glow behind all hopeful light
Ponderous marvels could this one ignite
What took tomorrow and turned it to grey
As proof of her love she’d do anything
Desires which he had were filled to the brim
The whole world she’d change if smile it could bring
Yes even her self if times got too dim
And here was the truth which brought on this sting
The picture he held had turned into him

A desire held too tight causes a picture to change. As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. The first part (the quatrains) describes his feelings for her. The second part (the couplets) discuses what she will do for him. 

Here was a scenario that was fairly common during my time. Jeff met this girl, Margaret. She was everything to him. He loved everything about her. She loved him too. Jeff and Margaret got married. They lived in paradise, for a while. The  rose colored glasses of love began to wear off. They began to argue. Margaret thought, to avoid arguments, give into Jeff. To make matters worse, Jeff made most of the important household decisions. He would even assume Margaret would like his vacation plans and other entertainment. Margaret loved Jeff very much and went along, without complaints. One day Jeff woke up and found the girl he loved was gone. In her place was a reflection of himself.

Sound familiar? Believe it or not, to some extent, it happens to each of us throughout life. Ever stand in line? Were did we learn that? Sometimes we have to act a certain way for a job. Do we ever find our self changing to meet a surrounding  or circumstance? Are these people still us? Some people find it easy (have no problem) changing as the circumstances calls. Others can't or will not. But even them... Let's face it. We are not the same person we were. Things effect us. Still, we are individuals. A gift to the world. A special unique gem, that will only be here once. It all starts here. Hence, how important it is to know and accept our self. What is even more fascinating is that the more we know our self, the more we understand others. Our self confidence inspires others. Proof that we are all connected. We are connected to everything. But right now let us focus on here. Let us focus and Enjoy.

Now for our listen enjoyment, classics with a twist: Albinoni :Adagio" 

Met your doppelganger yet 

Adelaide’s School of Medicine collected data on 8 facial measurements for 4,000 people. They didn’t find one match. According to this study published in the Forensic Science International, the chances of two people with eight of the exact same facial features meeting was less than one in a trillion. However, the study measured the exact distance between these facial features, not ‘descriptive’ traits like a flat nose. This simply means while it’s almost impossible to find someone who looks exactly like you, there’s a higher chance of finding two people who look eerily similar at first glance. 
Talk about eerie, watch what happens when a cop pulls over a victim. "Tricking a Cop | Rudy Mancuso" 

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If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. 
It believes exactly what you tell it—through the words 
you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care 
for yourself, and the choices you make to express yourself. 
Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came 
here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be 
Victoria Moran

Sunday, August 13, 2017

He Waits His Moonbeam to Fist Full Of Fire 
He waits for fire to take his night 
He dances with fire through his night 

He Waits His Moonbeam (Italian sonnet) 

He waits his moonbeam in the quiet sky
There sitting in the fields of memory
One wonders at the marvel his eyes see
Beside the edge of all this by and by
So gently gazing off to distant tides
A carefree hush does kiss this tranquil scene
There at the streams of dreams as yet unseen
He waits his moment time has brushed to sides
What is the season blooming in his heart
Which sets him drifting very far away
He waits for something mid his passing day
He waits for something once again to start
Then in the darkness of his endless night
He spread his wings of passion and desire
And sets the moonbeam of his dreams on fire
And dawn will find there’s nothing left in sight 

A lover waiting his desire in the magic of the night is explored though this Italian sonnet. This sonnet uses a subtle tool to drive home the ending. "He waits..." The sonnet starts with these words. The second quatrain ends with these words. These words are echoed in the third quatrain. When sonnet ends there is nothing left in sight, the mood is amplified by removing these words. 

This poem was inspired by one night long ago. One of San Francisco's hidden secrets is Mountain Lake. It is a very nice and scenic stroll during the day. But in late summer through autumn the lake becomes a magical light show of the stars and the moon. Arlene and I enjoyed moonlight picnics, Mountain Lake was just one of the scenes for these moonlight picnics. One night there was this well dressed guy sitting on a nearby bench. Though he was staring in our direction, he wasn't look at us. Nor was he enjoying the show the lake was putting on. He was lost in an enchantment somewhere else. Arlene noticed the flowers by his side. This deserved a toast of champagne and a kiss. When we again looked at the bench, he was gone. In the shadows there walked a couple. When Arlene and I were finished we passed the bench. There was a single rose.

A gift of one rose turned a special moment to even more. Who knows why he did it. It was not charity. It was adding something extra to a couple's evening. I have done things like this myself: Given freely to strangers, without the expectation of any return. (These were not charities or people asking for anything.) This practice of giving to strangers is quite trendy at certain Starbucks. That smile (seen or unseen) on a a stranger's face, that we created, feels good. This act of giving does not have to involve money. It could be opening a door, offering a seat, a helping hand, pointing out something requiring attention, a random act of kindness and things like that. It could be as simple as a smile or, "Nice day." It feels good. And guess what. It's contagious. Oh yes, there are "party poopers" who spoil things. But waves of goodness will wash them away. Imagine that day, when people help each other as a natural order. It all starts here. It starts with me (and you too). Me becomes we and bigger and bigger. And it feels good. As we join to make a better world there is only one thing left for us to do: Enjoy.

What do you think Sade: Sade "Kiss of Life" 

 On fire yet

Luis Wachong is a Manager/Performer, He lives in Tamarindo, Costa Rica. Luis is a graduate of Wesleyan University, Middletown, Connecticut. He is a specialist in: Thai staff, double Thai staff, multi-staff contact (5 staff), dragon staff, fire palms, double staff fishtails with fire palms and fire headcrest, double staff tech.Curiuosity aroused?
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