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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You can close your eyes to reality 
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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Friday, August 11, 2017

Jasmine's Flower to Asian Bachelorette 
A lover is overwhelmed by a flower 
A flower is overwhelmed by lovers 

Jasmine’s Flower (English sonnet) 

Just like some special moment set aside
A while which only kisses can perceive
Soft memories of once were make-believe
My little flower upon your scent I glide
I float with vales of stardust in my eye
Not sparing daring dreams which linger near
Entwining arms of Joy which I held dear
Soft sighs as life so gently floats on by
Forever I am captured in your scent
Like lovers yearning for another kiss
Or friends brought back together by a song
With you the air of youth is never spent
Enticing hearts who wish to enter bliss
Recalled by jasmine’s flower I so long

A lover is overwhelmed by a flower or two in this English sonnet. As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. The first half describes a feeling created by a flower. The second half has the flower being addressed directly. This sonnet is also an acrostic poem. Yes. the Jasmine, in this sonnet, is both a plant and a lady. 

Arlene had this great receptionist job. I had just joined the Masons. Arlene's boss was a Mason. He wanted to congratulate and welcome me into the fraternity, as well as rewarding Arlene for all her good work, by joining him and his wife at his house. The plan was that Arlene and I were to stay at his place and on the following day go out on his yacht (he was wealthy). We drove up on Friday. It wasn't a house. It was a estate. After a very enjoyable evening, Arlene and I were taken to a guest bedroom. The next day was very hot. Perfect for yachting. It was about 10:00 before we saw our host. The smell of jasmine was heavy in the air. So the extra hours was a gift to Arlene and me. Our host apologized for staying in bed so log. Over breakfast, I told him it was okay. It gave me a chance to enjoy the scent of jasmine in the air. It turned out he likes jasmine too. He told me we can go yachting anytime. If I really wanted to see something, follow him.We took a seat on his patio. There we were, two teenage men in their 40's ogling two beauties. who were our wives. It was amazing, our seats on that patio allowed us a wonderful view of his wife as she was showing Arlene around. The ladies knew we were watching them and flirted with us. When the ladies finally came to sit on our laps, our host said, " Do you want to see something?' He made a phone call. Over time, people started to arrive. All of a sudden, magically, it was a party under the intoxicating air of jasmine. It was an unbelievable afternoon and evening: the people, the music, the food, Arlene, the jasmine... The following day the weather was cooler. On the promised yacht cruise I remember thinking, "We can go yachting anytime."

It's nice to be rich. What about Arlene and me? We were party to it all. How many of us couldn't call to meet a friend or two? (Relating to the story.) "Money can't buy everything." We've all heard that one. But it sure can lift the burden of the things we can't do from our minds. To be honest, I am not rich, but I have had Chevron and the Masons pay to make my ideas reality. I've seen what money can do. I've also seen what people can do. Ordinary people, like me. Let's put the tales aside. Maybe money can buy anything. What is an "ordinary" person? Someone who can potentially achieve anything? What else were we told? The truth is: It all starts here. What we believe. We are truly wonders, who can enrich the worlds around us. And while we do, Enjoy.

How about a song: Mystic Diversions "A scent of Jasmine" 

Now for a new episode of The Bachelorette 

The Bachelorette is a reality television dating game show, owned by Warner Horizon Television, that debuted on ABC on January 8, 2003. The show is a spin-off of The Bachelor aired on the same network. The show offers the opportunity for a lady to choose a husband among eligible bachelors. Wong Fu Productions noticed that there too many eligible Asian bachelors. 
To correct this, here is Wong Fu Productions' episode of The Bachelorette. "Asian Bachelorette" 

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From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid 
jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, 
but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out 
to every breeze that roams about. 
Thomas Moore


Wednesday, August 9, 2017

A Tale A Dream to Continental Breakfast 
A dreamer feasts on beauty 
A traveler feasts on breakfast 

A Tale A Dream (round) 

Here was the marvel he was searching for
A flower which had bloomed on dreamers’ shore
And by her all he hoped for would he bare
For visions of this moment offered more
The flower sang of beauty oh so rare
A glow beyond all other’s scented flare
A proof that wonders happen was her sight
If ever there was heaven it was there
He rushed upon the source of his delight
From heart and soul came yearning hold this tight
To shape and form a timeless memory
And kisses past forever to ignite
Was in this endless ever’s fantasy
A tale a dream of lovers came to be
A summer’s blanket from the winter’s cold
A season for just one more kiss to free
For when he found her flower had grown old
A truth from youth his desires would remold
For what once was was destined to restore
For lovers of the moonlight to behold 

A dreamer is lost in forever in this round. A round is a poem where one thing leads to the next. The ending leads back to the beginning. In this round the third line of each stanza forms the rhymes of the next stanza. The third line of the last stanza leads back to the first stanza. If the last stanza seems a little unclear, it is because "He" is being transported back to the beginning. 

Arlene and I started as a team on the dance floors of the disco days. Before then, we were just crazy young lovers. Then came the dark times of bitter arguments. From there, we escaped into that large flat just as the disco era was blooming. Looking back, it was strange that years before Arlene had invested so much time in turning me into a dancer. It was as if she could sense that a time meant for us was coming. When we grew, it was more than dancing. I was drawn toward music. photography, creating. Arlene got into organization, communication, motivation and things like that.  Still we stayed strong and together. To us life was a dance. Just like on the dance floor, we could joined our differences to create more. Disco died just in time for us to become parents. As parents,we continued to grow, but more for the sake of the family. We still loved each other a lot, but it was different. Arlene and I wouldn't notice this difference until our parenting days had come to an end. Arlene and I looked at one another. Where had they gone? It was like: all of a sudden we were old. We were put in charge of parties for the masonic organization. The dances we threw brought back a couple we hadn't seen for almost 20 years. We were back. I guess the dance is like that.

As nature's creatures we follow a general order of things. We are born. We grow and learn. We seek out a mate. We have and raise children. And then what? For some of us the "general order of things" is pushed right to "And then what". The "And then what" phase can be a little confusing. Remember this, religion or no, we are only here once. Life,short or long, isn't over yet. There is still an endless possibility of things waiting for us. Haven't met a mate? Hang out with or make some friends. Want kids but no kids yet? Volunteer. Finished with the "natural order"? What do we want to do? What do you want to do? This should be the first and foremost thing that drives us. Sure, there are things out of our reach, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't try. (Or make some modifications.) Plus there is so much more waiting. The new natural order for us is: we are born,we learn and pass on. In between Be... Do. Hear that clock ticking? It's saying Enjoy.

Which leads us back to the round: Michael Cretu "Moonlight Flower" 

After all that, Are we hungry 

The term "continental breakfast" is of British origin. "The continent" in Britain refers to the countries of continental Europe. A "continental breakfast" thus denotes the type of lighter meal served in continental Europe, as opposed to the "full" English breakfast. Many inns, motels and hotels now offer free continental breakfasts. 
Jordan Peele, of Key and Peele, stumbled into one of these hotels. "Key & Peele - Continental Breakfast" 

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Betty Friedan

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Closet to First Contact 
How the world changed when he met that someone special 
How he must change to meet that someone special 

The Closet (Shakespearean sonnet) 

I weave for you a story of a boy
Whose loneliness would cause your heart to bend
Till then he never knew the taste of Joy
Till shadow in his closet turned to friend
They talked of all the wonders of the sun
And how it felt to join the birds and fly
Behind closed doors such magic could be spun
Enough to let his miseries drift by
Then came that day when boy was heading home
He met a girl who asked him for his name
From there they talked and let thoughts freely roam
Somehow their worlds would never be the same
When to his closet with such news to share
He realized his friend no longer there 

A friend disappears when a ray of light enters a boy's life through this Shakespearean sonnet. Although this may be interpreted as a classic love sonnet, it is meant to be a story sonnet. What is interesting is the "the conflict stanza" (the third quatrain). Although it promises a bright new life. it also brings a death. 

Here's a strange one. A tale Arlene shared with me, that her friend shared with her. Arlene would hang out with a friend from school, Alana. Alana and her brother were well off. Their family was wealthy. Even so. Alana and her brother both had jobs. One day Alana calls Arlene to tell her Allie (what she called her brother) was fired from his job. In all our years, Arlene and I may have bumped into Allie, but we never really knew him. Things got worse as Allie only left his house for necessities, like food and such. Though time, he stopped answering Alana's phone calls. His shopping schedule made it really hard to catch hum on the street. Alana was persistent and caught him once. Allie was polite but very short. He insisted someone was waiting for him. Allie's behavior became so disturbing his whole family became concerned. They were about to take some radical action, when all of the sudden Allie meets a girl. The two hit it off. A new and improved Allie emerges. No one pursued what had happen to him. Everyone was just happy to have him back. I met Allen (Allie's real name) and his fiancee, Rachel, at a dinner party held by Alana.

Who really understands how the brain works? We know so much and are making unbelievable strides. Yet, there is so much left to learn. To throw one (or more) wrench into the works, there is change multiplied by we are all different. Yet, for each  one of us, it all starts here. What we like. What we feel. What we experience. And on and on. With all our brain does, it s a marvel that more doesn't go wrong. But think about it. One of reasons we humans are still around is because it works; and works well. It is evolved to work well and improve. Yet every once in a while something goes wrong: depression, overactive imagination, underdeveloped cells. brilliance, just to name a few abnormalities. Sometimes a person is born with brain abnormalities. Sometimes they develop. Sometimes the brain can correct itself. Sometimes it can't. Let us keep in mind these are exemption or the natural effects of aging. Our brain is a wonder.We are a wonder. Armed with this marvel let us Enjoy.

Let's enjoy secrets of another kind:  Ryan Tedder (OneRepublic) "Secrets" 

The  dating scene - Step one 

 Men, maintain good body language.  When a man first approaches a woman, she will base 7% of her initial impression on what he says, 38% on his style of speaking and 55% on his appearance and body language. Here to show what we are talking about is TomSka, or Thomas Ridgewell.
Tom may have issues of his own. "First Contact (feat. Daniel Howell)"

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A great wind is blowing, and that gives you 
either imagination or a headache. 
Catherine the Great


Saturday, August 5, 2017

Lovers' Rift to Mom Jeans 
Couple explore love 
Women explore jeans

Lovers’ Rift (sonnet) 

Believe in timeless moments such as this
Where one by one each heartbeat ticks away
And scents so near have so much more to say
Entwined in vines of tender love we drift
And not a breath of wonder do we miss
The air we bare becomes a special tune
Whose memory in time will make us swoon
And call us back into this lovers’ rift
Believe that never flows through this abyss
How could forever move bliss from its sight
Together we add meaning to the light
Believe and feel our world begin to shift
Let’s bless what we believe in with a kiss
For could there be a far more fitting gift 

Lovers drift to a world far apart from this one in this sonnet. From the traditional sonnets to the modern sonnets there are stepping stones. This is one of them. It stays within the realm of iambic pentameter. It makes its break (rift) in the rhyme scheme it uses: A/B/B/C A/D/D/C A/E/E/C A/C 

What is a lovers' rift? It is a world apart from this one. A realm all their own. It can be as close as within a lover/s arms in a cuddling session or it can be a dream on some distant isle. Arlene and I enjoyed many of them, at home or drifting off somewhere. Our all time favorite was Carmel. To us it spelled romance. Maybe it was because Carmel was were Arlene and I got our fresh start or because of the magical experiences we shared there. Perhaps a touch of both. Although we liked the La Playa, we once had a chance to stay at the Sandpiper. The Sandpiper is a romantic bed and breakfast, with extremely cozy rooms. It is only a few step from the Pacific. Here is where the lover's rift kicks in. It was a clear, warm autumn evening. The sun had just set. Arlene and I went to explore the night. The sand was white. The water was clear and the wave were gentle. The stars seemed to dance on the water caressing the shore. All the light seemed to be on the dream by my side. A night truly made for us. We followed a whisper in a satiny breeze. And as we kissed soft music began to play We were gone.

Why the Sandpiper? What are the odds that at the sea shore the weather could be so perfect on that night? Where did the music come from? All good a fare questions, but not as important as the moment. I remember when my daughter first performed on stage. I could have let myself get distracted. How does she look? Did she make a mistake? Are people talking? A myriad of things to take my mind from what is really important. We can let our self become distracted. The world doesn't make it any easier. There is so much going on. Sometimes our mind wants an answer, a response, a resolution now. But now my daughter is performing, Now two lovers are off somewhere. A treasure trove of experiences that may only come once. Experiences meant for us. So. what can we do? Awareness. Be aware of how the mind works. Be aware of the distractions all around.  Be aware of now and Enjoy.

Are we ready for a lovers' rift: Vargo "Talking One Language" 

Ladies and their jeans 

The term jeans appears first in 1795, when a Swiss banker by the name Jean-Gabriel Eynard and his brother Jacques went to Genoa and both were soon heading a flourishing commercial concern. In 1800 Massena's troops entered the town and Jean-Gabriel was entrusted with their supply. In particular he furnished them with uniforms cut from blue cloth called "bleu de Genes" whence later derives the famous garment known worldwide as "blue jeans". Today jeans have become an important part of women's fashions. 
Here to give us some insight are the ladies of Baroness von Sketch Show. "Baroness von Sketch Show | Mom Jeans | IFC" 

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Now I believe that lovers should be draped 
in flowers and laid entwined together on 
a bed of clover and left there to sleep, 
left there to dream of their happiness. 
Conor Oberst