That Evening to Crazy Accident 

A couple's special night 

A special night for a double date 

That Evening (Shakespearean sonnet) 

The moon remained as warm as it had been
Through memories of our remember when
To light the night for kisses to begin
And cuddle under stardust now and then
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Sweet jasmine is still dancing with the breeze
To guide two lovers with so much to share
Where minds are free to wonder as they please
Assuring sighs the other�s waiting there
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A lifetime in a moment was refined
The dreams of lovers clearly in their view
While in each other�s arms they were resigned
Throughout tomorrows they would see it though
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There never was an evening quite like this
It was the midnight of that final kiss 

A special night, a special moment is shared by two lovers and this Shakespearean sonnet. At first glance this looks like a regular love sonnet. It doesn't contain a "conflict" stanza. It does have one "all in one" line. See if we can figure it out before the story ends. 

One of Arlene's and my best dances was next to the Carnelian Room. Now closed, the Carnelian room was a restaurant atop of the 52-story 778 ft, formerly Bank of America Center building. They also had several rooms for rent for parties. Arlene and I got two adjacent rooms. At the Lodge there was these lovers, Mary and Andrew West. They were in their golden years. Arlene and I were pretty good, as far as lovers go. But we didn't hold a candle to Mary and Andrew.These two were the lovers we all hope to be when we grow old. They were living proof that love is ageless. It was hard to guess their age. Whenever one was seen alone, we can bet the other one was nearby. When they looked into one another's eyes or danced together one could imagine moments made. Here was love. The Wests came to our dance overlooking San Francisco. The next day Mary was admitted into the hospital. She died two days later. Mary and Andrew had enjoyed their last dance with us. They knew this was their last day together. (Andrew joined Mary within a few weeks. Death can be beautiful.)

All things must come to an end. It is the existence we are born to. We are taught to mourn the loss of a person, a time, a place. This is normal and fitting. I offer one more thought. Knowing that all things end, why not make beautiful, wondrous, special moments now? Go that little extra in each moment. One more kiss. One more look. One more taste. Do not let anything go for granted. Treat all things special. Be special for all things. Create memories. Memories of a person, a time, a place. Memories so special that no sadness can survive the joy of the moments made. Rather than feeling down that it is over, rejoice that it happened at all, and that we made it special. We are special. Through us it will go on. It will go on through those we touch. And on and on. Do all things really end or just change? When the time comes for the sun to greet one more day, we can join it in sadness or Enjoy.

Here to urge us on: Max Melvin "Come Along" 

The dating scene 

Here are some fun facts about the dating scene: Most couples are willing to enter an exclusive relationship after six to eight dates. Most common time for breakups is around three to five months. It takes between 12-14 dates before couples will trade house keys. Meet Anwar Jibawi. He is hosting the less common, yet still popular, double bate. 

Let's see how the evening unfolds. "CRAZY ACCIDENT | Anwar Jibawi" 

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The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for 

you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally 

meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. 

Rumi

 

Lay Down Your head to You Are Not Alone 

One person finds a shoulder to cry on 

One person does not find a shoulder to cry on 

Lay Down Your Head (sonnet)

Lay down your head beside its afterglow
And marvel at the things we left behind
For here and up ahead we are consigned
All else now forms a backdrop of our show
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Lay down your head by world which we defined
Its truth is hidden deep within our flow
A beauty only we may come to know
A vision only our own fate assigned
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The world may shout why didn�t you do more
And shine their golden medals in our face
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The reasons for it all is hard to trace
Some words some other person might have said
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So different is life which we have lead
Lay down your head our dream of all before 

Things are over and all that is left are the comforting song of this sonnet. This looks like an English sonnet but the couplets do not follow the standard format. The couplets turn into a round. Other than this, the sonnet follows the usual two part format, The first half (the quatrains) is an attempt to comfort. The second half (the couplets) covers a reason. 

Val was a professional friend. I was the photographer for her dance troupe. She was my singer. Val was also a member of the Crew, Arlene and I hung out with in the disco days. When the disco days were quickly winding to an end,Val took it very hard. With disco dying, her dance troupe (disco oriented) had no future. All of my songs were for night clubs which were closing. Add to this, she was going through a divorce. She was in a bad place. Val focused on the success and happiness of all those around her. In her eyes, she was a complete failure. Arlene and I accepted disco was over, All we had to offer Val was shoulders to cry on and memories of an unbelievable time. Arlene and I were going through changes of our own. I wish I could say that we helped Val. About this time Japan was drawing talented American girls to work in their nightclubs, not as strippers but as singers and dancers. Val became one of these. (For those concerned about Val: She never remarried. She never achieved the success that she dreamed of. She did become a choreographer for "Beach Blanket Babylon". Now in her gold years, Val remains a parlor singer, with enough of a following to keep her working.)

Sound familiar? Everything is going real good. Then suddenly things change. Change for the worse. All our dreams are shattered. I certainly can. Many can. Countless are those who have met this bitter storm and have just given up. But why? It is not our place to say or to judge. And when we pick up the pieces of a broken life, be gentle and listen. It is easy for me to say don't give up. I had a very lucky life. Many successful authors, speakers and professionals make a lot of money telling others how to be successful, don't give up. But that is their job. The truth is we are all different. Our situations are different. There is good luck and there is bad luck. Here we are. And here is where it all starts. One gift that the human species enjoys, is the gift to adjust. If life knocks us down; pick ourselves up and dusk ourselves off. If we can dust ourselves off, we can see what awaits us are the next corner. Life is a wonder. This is our life. All that is expected of us is to do the best that we can. Do the best we can and Enjoy.

Here to guide us on: Secret Garden "Simply You" 

Life is precious 

According to Emory University,  each year, 34,598 people die by suicide, an average of 94 completed suicides every day. More people die by suicide (34,598) than by homicide (18,361) in the United States. Suicide is the eleventh-leading cause of death across all ages. To celebrate her birthday and to remind us how important life is Rachel Levin, of Rclbeauty101, has put together a special video. 

Help is only a phone call away. "You Are Not Alone" 

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A single rose can be my garden... 

a single friend, my world. 

Leo Buscaglia

 

Tomorrow to This Went Wrong 

One person who can wait until tomorrow 

Another person who wants thing right now 

Tomorrow (Italian sonnet)

Tomorrow he built castles in the sky
The dreams of children with no cause to weep
The hope of homeless comfort they might reap
The hearts of mothers never need to cry
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Tomorrow he made neighbors make amends
They worked together to improve the school
Tomorrow he formed volunteering pool
Where mistrust sprouted now would bloom in friends
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Tomorrow he will go to city hall
To show his fellows how to use their voice
Tomorrow he will help his church rejoice
Tomorrow he will coach some kids at ball
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Tomorrow he will a park clean-up head
Tomorrow he will drive old folk to store
Tomorrow he will do all this and more
Tomorrow came and sadly he was dead

A man with great plans for tomorrow is the echo of this Italian sonnet. An Italian sonnet Is just like a Shakespearean sonnet except instead of finishing with a rhyming couplet it ends with a quatrain. In this sonnet, as time ticks by as "tomorrow" begins one more line of each quatrain. 

In Masonry the "line on officers" is a lesson in life (especially the top three spots). One of the lessons is: We only have this time. Make the most of it before it is over. This is the story of my biggest masonic failures. After I completed the line of officers, I became a personal officer's coach. One of my students was a man named Allen (Al). As far as memorizing, he was as good as most. His big challenge became apparent when he reached the top three positions. Al had these big dreams. When he was Junior Warden. he was going to do this and he was going to do that. When his year was over, he hadn't accomplished any of his dreams. Well, there is always next year. As Senior Warden, Al was going to do this and that again plus some more. I suggested he cut his goals down a bit. Al enjoyed himself, but at the end of the year he accomplished nothing. There was next year. Al was elected Master. I went over with him that this was his last year on the line. I told him to write down one thing that he really wanted to accomplish and put it in an envelope.  It was a sleeper year. Al was the first Master in over twenty years to not add a single thing to make the Lodge a better place. Al opened the envelope and saw what he wrote. Al left the Lodge but continued to pay his dues. After many years, he was all but forgotten, Al returned to the Lodge. He was in his uniform. At dinner he related his tale. For all his life he saw himself a failure. After failing the Lodge and the people who trusted him, his eyes were opened. Before it was too late, he made many sacrifices and work very hard for one goal. His dream of being a captain of a ship. Al is a Captain for the Red and White Fleet (a day cruise ship). 

One doesn't have to a Mason to be a part of this truth. There is only so much time. Many people waste away this time in talk, wishing, and idle dreaming. Not accomplishing anything solid. Try to imagine watching TV all day. There really are people like that. Even worse, there are people who do not attempt to pursue even one of their dreams. So sad. So real. There is only so much time available to us. Time is precious. Time is given to us to pursue our dreams. To turn our dreams into reality. To make our time here worth something. Yes, there is much that we can't do. Let us focus on what we can do. We can do so much more. So much more to make us satisfied. Us satisfied, not others. We are the ones that look back at how we used our time. Even more: I believe after we have realized a level of self satisfaction, it is human nature to assist others. To reach out. How important it is that we use our time wisely. Believe, know that we can accomplish our dreams. And as we do, Enjoy.

How about some inspirational music: Leonard Bernstein "Make Our Garden Grow" 

Some people's dreams are satisfied at a drive-thru 

There are a few claimants for the first fast food eatery to feature a true drive-thru, but In-N-Out Burger�s first restaurant, with its intercom ordering system and its lack of both inside seating and outside parking was likely the first to offer the complete drive-thru package. Fast food drive-thrus have been around for many years, still common errors happen. Here to share some of those errors with us is Liza Koshy. 

Perhaps we can relte to some of these. "THIS WENT WRONG!! DRIVE THRU WITH LIZA!" 

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Follow your dreams and use your 

natural-born talents and skills 

to make this a better world for tomorrow. 

Paul Watson

The Lady On The Hill to Grant is a Huge Klutz Idiot 

A lady is waiting for some change in her life 

An office klutz brings some change to his coworker's lives 

The Lady On The Hill (English sonnet) 

You see her waiting there upon a hill
She�s waiting for her time to come along
To bring some special meaning to her song
Her last unshattered dream left to fulfill
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She wanders where her life had gone so wrong
Through echoes of another person�s will
With reason which will never leave her still
One wonders how she ever got this strong
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Each day she�s there reminder of a plight
Awaiting in some shadows which were hewn
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A simple turn removes her from our sight
And perhaps this night won�t bring the moon
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There as she greets this last and dying light
A stranger walks her way humming a tune 

A lady waiting for some meaning in her life becomes the song of this English sonnet. As most English sonnets this one is has two parts. The first part (the quatrains) is a lady's background. The second part (the couplets) covers what happened to her. The ending leaves it to the reader's imagination to dream what happened to the lady. 

In the 70's a lot of Arlene's friend's got married. Arlene went to a Catholic school. She stayed in touch with many of her classmates. Getting married is just what we did. It was a "thing".  This poem was inspired by her friend Evelyn (Eve). Eve had a real thing with numbers. She met her boyfriend in college. They were married just after college and both landed a job. They were both gifted accountants. So gifted that they were able to put a down payment on a home after year. We used to enjoy dinners together and the girls used to go out. One weekend there was a concert at the Legion  of Honor. The girls decided to make a day of it and leave us boys behind. No one is sure what happened that day. Eve started acting strange. The dinners stopped. Neither Arlene nor I saw Eve or her husband anymore.We heard, from Arlene's friends they got a divorce. There was a rumor going around that Eve was hanging around the Legion of Honor. The last we heard of Eve, she had lost her job. Years later, when Arlene and I were walking on Fishermen's Wharf. there was a street artist. One of those people who draws your portrait. It was Eve. Without giving away too much, Eve told Arlene, "I found myself." (The sonnet plays out to a happy ending.) 

Sometimes life imposes on some people a set path. In Eve's case: Her parents wanted her to be an accountant. What would we do if our child was gifted in numbers? All of Eve's friends were getting married. When I worked at Chevron, we got people to buy our products. In today's world big business know us better than most know themselves. Our government scares us into giving up our freedoms. The media successfully draws us this way and that, selling us a new version of the " truth" everyday. How important it is that we stay in touch with that one person who is truly important. This is our life. It is us who we have to satisfy first. How can we make other happy if we are not happy? We; not "them". Are we satisfied? What do we believe? What is our truth? Find that true you and Enjoy. 

Here's a person who has found himself: Stan Getz "Lonely Day" 

Everyone has those awkward days - but none like this 

Accident-proneness, also known as clumsiness, is the conception that some people might have predisposition, or that they might be more likely to suffer accidents, such as car crashes and industrial injuries, than other people. The subject is still being studied actively. Research into accident-proneness is of great interest in safety engineering. This might be interesting, but is a bit boring Boring compared to a video by College Humor.
College Humor found that an accident prone person might be beneficial to an office environment. "Grant is a Huge Klutz Idiot"

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To be yourself in a world that is constantly 

trying to make you something else is 

the greatest accomplishment. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

In The Dark to The Great Train Robbery 

How the world changed for two lovers 

How the world changed for two train robbers 

In The Dark (changing poem) 

Twas in the dark they searched for it
Some missing clue that didn�t fit
A truth their minds could not admit
But to their eyes they must submit
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A love like theirs no storm could split
A candlelight was always lit
A troubled day would end near bed
But on this bed now questions sit
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The legend of their love so spread
Their kisses even time acquit
Imagination thrilled each head
But here and now all that has flit
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By dreams like theirs such hopes were fed
Each memory young hearts commit
It was for them moonlight was shed
But even starlight now turns red
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Now every dream is teardrop shred
There were no words and none were said
Into tomorrow they soon fled
But not with him his love was dead 

As a life changes for these lovers so does this changing poem. This is an example of a changing poem. In a changing poem something changes from the beginning to the end. As this poem goes on, the rhyme sound changes. 

In my soccer coaching days Saint Gabriel Catholic School asked me to coach for them. This meant this Lutheran had to attend Catholic mass every once in a while. It was here I found out that Jim was a deacon of the church, Jim was my neighbor from across the street. His involvement with the church was unknown to me, even though Jim and his wife were close neighbors to Arlene and I. They were close neighbors to almost everyone on the block. What made them so popular was their affection for one another. Though they were both in their golden years, they were proof that love is ageless. It was not uncommon to see them hand in hand enjoying a walk or sharing an ice cream sundae at the parlor or enjoying coffee and a donut at the donut shop or the endless delights lovers do. To be like them was the dream of every couple in the neighborhood. Little did we know she was sick. News got out she had died. No one knew what happen to Jim. The church sent someone to take care of Jim's house. All that they would say was that he was being taken care of. After several months Jim returned home. He had Alzheimer's. 

Here was a life. It is easy to say, "How sad." Based on our value system, it maybe sad. But in another world, there were two lovers. Who is to say that seeing them together did't cause changes in others? Becoming a deacon in the church meant that someone did something; Something more. We are not all President of the United States or a movie star. More importantly; We are we. Try convincing a mother that her baby is not important. But is being important a part of an unreal value system? What about living this life? Living this life to the fullest. Living this life to our satisfaction. I don't truly know. I too am a product of this value system. But my eyes are beginning to open. Many eyes are beginning to open.  And tomorrow what will they see? Until then Enjoy. 

This call for some reflection music: Patrick Ugwu "Spanish Lament" 

Let's steal a laugh 

The Great Train Robbery was actually the robbery of �2.6 million from a Royal Mail train heading from Glasgow to London in the early hours of Thursday, 8 August 1963, at Bridego Railway Bridge, Ledburn, near Mentmore in Buckinghamshire, England. This is is bigger than anything we read about in the old west. To drive this point home here are the folks of Studio C. 

Home if we live in a funny farm. "The Great Train Robbery" 

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Love doesn't make the world go round. 

Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

Franklin P. Jones 

The Hour to Best Elevator Music 

An hour's tune carries a lover on 

An elevator's tune causes its passengers to carry on 

The Hour (Shakespearean sonnet) 

What is the hour now passing though my head
A fleeting thought whose whispers shout to me
Forget all things and follow me instead
Waylay all doubts of how things ought to be
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And from its shadows lights excite my way
My eyes add lies this dream could not explain
As if the needs of reason didn�t stray
To parlors where the need of things abstain
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Don�t leave me comes the echo of the moon
It spreads its beam for me across the sky
Some other heart gave magic to its tune
Some other heart would have to say goodbye
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For me and now this hour�s hold leads me on
To live its kiss before its time is gone 

A tune, an hour that pierces a lover's darkness fills this Shakespearean sonnet. Love, that dominates most Shakespearean sonnets, is approached differently in this sonnet. Keep in mind it is the lover's mind expressing itself. Feelings take on words. 

The poem is a bit dramatic. I loved my job. It was more like play than work. There would come those moments when imagination would become reality. These moments were highly stressful. On the home front, Arlene and I were generally that couple, that everyone wanted to be like. "Into every life some rain must fall." The same was true on Arlene's and my home front. Challenges would confront me when the stress of work met the rainstorms at home. Shadows would befall me. Shadows that would even temper reality. Through my darkest hour rang a distant tune. It was a tune that was more important than anything else. It was a tune that didn't solve any problems, rather its beauty gave me the light see one more morning. Call it magic. Call it Arlene. Call it love. In  the darkness it sang to me. 

 

With a life like mine, I can't help but believe that there is something more to carry us through. Something as simple as a warm cup of tea, or the magic of a melody roaming through the darkness of a lost soul; A look in a lover's eyes or a piece pf inspiration in a book. Or maybe a variety of things. We are all individuals and our brains work slightly differently; So do those things that keep us going, those things that keep us holding on, our hopes. Obviously, it is to negative's advantage to drown these things out, which explains why sometimes we are out of touch with this light that we all carry. But I believe it is always there. I believe it is in us all. We are all special. We are all meant to succeed. This is our life, This is our blessing; So Enjoy. 

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Tired of the same old elevator music 

Elevator music, more commonly known as Muzak, came to use in the 1922 with original purpose to calm the fearful passengers who used the elevators for the first time. Rudy Mancuso and crew bring us some elevator music of a completely different sort. 

Odds are, we're not ready for this. "BEST ELEVATOR MUSIC | Rudy Mancuso" 

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In order to succeed, we must 

first believe that we can. 

Nikos Kazantzakis

 

Morning's Greeting to The Sexy Coupon Book 

Each morning he gives his love a gift 

One special night she gives her love a gift 

Morning�s Greeting (English sonnet) 

Each morning�s greeting there within her eyes
The endless hope there written in her smile
An air of wonderment she can beguile
I love her more than I can realize
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Each day begins to find us here awhile
Remembering the dreams with lasting sighs
Those were the days that never had goodbyes
Those were the days when we would set the style
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Each morning�s greeting beauty so profound
There never was a season for a frown
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Each day begins to find you still around
And once again in love�s abyss I drown
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And then before a teardrop makes a sound
I kiss your face and put your picture down 

An unexpected ending makes this English sonnet. As with most English sonnets, this one is divided into two parts. Part one (the quatrains) presents a lover's morning and day. Part two (the couplets) is a condensed version of part one, plus the surprise ending. 

Arlene was gone. Her mourning lasted days. There were hundreds of cards and letters to respond to. It was a very unreal time. I was a complete wreck. Friends and family took care of me during this troubling period. They cooked my meals. They saw to my laundry. They took me out and did other things to distract me. For a time some even slept at my house. In the beginning. my house was like a train station. There were so many people stopping by; and the phone calls... Most of these were handled by someone else. Eventually I was able to manage on my own. Except for one idiosyncrasy. I had several large pictures of Arlene. I put these up in every room of the house. I would talk to these pictures as if Arlene was alive. My daughter, Robin, caught me. Through my associates, she got me the help I needed.  Arlene was now those wonderful memories. All those pictures were converted to one nice picture that I kept on a chest of drawers by my bed. 

Losing someone close to us is a difficult reality. It is so horrible, few think about it until it is too late. I have performed 147 from 1999 to 2010, and I can share this: No one, not a single person handles loss the same. I noticed that individuals who enjoyed a rich relationship were generally better off, after the initial shock. We live in a world of change. Not only people. but places and things leave us. Even youth leaves us. How important it is that we enjoy, make the most of everything, every moment. We could give away a part of our life (to negatives), or we can be positive and constructive. Constructive because we build memories. Positive memories, to carry us through the storms of life. The more wonderful and positive the moments, we make the harsher can be the storms we can glide though. Our positive memories are our strength. They are our light through the darkness. So live, love, be positive and Enjoy.

Let's enjoy a positive memory: Everly Brothers "All I Have to Do Is Dream" (David Monk) 

What did you get for Valentine's 

The State of California produces 60% of American roses, but most roses sold on Valentine's Day in the U.S. are imported from South America. Love coupon books were also very popular gifts, especially from ladies to their men. Love coupons are a form of voluntary IOU or promissory notes between people in love that contains a promise from one of the partners in a relationship to engage in a romantic activity at a time in the future. 

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Death is not the greatest loss in life. 

The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. 

Norman Cousins

 

The Bitter Spice to When It's Just The Dudes At Home 

A father who didn't have enough time for his son 

A father who may have a little too much time with his son 

The Bitter Spice (Shakespearean sonnet) 

My son I weave a tale about a man
Someone who used his time to do his best
Who tried to always answer yes I can
Tomorrow there�d be time enough to rest
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There always seemed to be a world of need
Another soul whose hands stretched out toward me
Another cry for help which I did heed
How many dreams did I help to set free
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Yet as the father reached out toward his son
He was aware of who had paid the price
So many sought his help except for one
And here it was the bitterest of spice
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My son I leave to this now full grown lad
Who turned politely said I love you dad

A father opens up to his son in this Shakespearean sonnet. Typically Shakespearean sonnets are about love. This is not a hard and fast rule. Here is example of using a Shakespearean sonnet to paint a picture of a different type. 

This was not going to happen to me. When Arlene and I became parents, we had slightly different ideas about our relationship as parents.Arlene believed, we had make some time, every once in awhile, for ourselves. I believed that our kids needed all our attention, until they were old enough. When Peter and Robin were babies, Arlene and I shared in all the necessities (changing diapers, feeding, cleaning and the rest). Weekends and holidays were for taking the kids out and about. Both of our kids went to preschool, but I taught them reading and math. Peter was reading by his forth birthday. Robin was more socially gifted. She took to music, until cooking and food caught her interest. Peter was a straight A student. Arlene and I were very involved with our kids' schooling, school and homework. Neither Arlene nor I ever struck our kids. Both Peter and Robin were volunteers at the San Francisco Zoo. Both went to martial arts school to learn how to defend themselves. They were both active in sports. One of Peter's science projects made it to the state finals. Peter was accepted into Lowell High School, the top high school in the city. He worked very hard. So hard that Arlene and I decided to let up a little on Robin. Lowell was so hard that Peter had to give up the extracurricular actives we all enjoyed in our high school days, like dating. I felt really bad for Peter. I wanted to put him in a regular school. Peter wanted to see his hardships through. Both Peter and Robin are now successful adults. Peter is going for his Phd in anthropology at the University of California at Berkeley, all expenses paid. Robin is a successful chef. She was recognized as one of the Bay Area's top ten up and coming chefs by Zagat (a restaurant rating service). Robin was on an episode of "Cutthroat Kitchen". Neither Peter or Robin is in a relationship. I see no grandchildren in my future.

Parenting, I can tell people this with confidence: I'm not certain if I knew what I was doing. My whole family gave up so much to get where we are. Being a parent,for me, was hard (and fun). Perhaps Arlene and I could have, should have made a moment or two for ourselves. But from here it is all hindsight. Most of my charity work was with the youth. I did observe this: Parenting was different. I mean different in all aspects of different (experience, life styles, culture, expenses and on and on). Two individuals (sometimes one) are blessed with another individual, who is an open sieve in search of knowledge. Soon this individual brings home a world to deal with. Then there are the memories that come alive. "When I was their age." Then they become adults. (That's another story.) For those of us who made it, there are the smiles.To everyone else, there is my sister. She had no time for her son. She had to work to make ends meet. Her son became a fireman to make his mother proud and to show her that he loved her. (It all works out.) Parenting is part of life. Life is a wonder; So Enjoy.

Back to the sonnet: Harry Chapin "Cat's in the Cradle" 

Here's a baby who likes Michael Jackson 

The U.S. Census reports that 32% of married fathers (approximately 7 million dads) are �a regular source of care for their children under age 15, up from 26% from 2002.� The U.S. Census defines �regular care of children� as an arrangement that is consistent at least one day per week. Adam Ballard is one of those dads. What do these two do when all the work is done? 

Here is Miles Ballard performing "Beat It". "When It's Just The Dudes At Home" 

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We never know the love of a parent 

till we become parents ourselves. 

Henry Ward Beecher

 

Felicity to Beyond Epic Adventure 

A tale of a young girl who liked to sing 

A video of you boy who wanted to drive

Felicity (story/poem) 

Let�s call the town Felicity.
The townsfolk there were quite care free
A pleasant enough place to be
So what�s the story Wait and see
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There was a girl lived in the town
We�ll call her Tess so you won�t frown
Tess likes a smile don�t put that down
She�s sweeter in her peasant gown
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The only stress for town and girl
She had voice would make one whirl
It could and did make hair uncurl
To say it�s bad would be a pearl
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Tess loved to sing She felt so sad
To know her singing drove folks mad
She knew her voice was really bad
Yet something to it made her glad
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She tried to get professional aid
Some told her go They even paid
And some sought out a different trade
The rest just left They were afraid
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So thus went life from day to day
The people laughed children at play.
Till voice of Tess put peace at bay
Ow Tess sweet Tess please go away
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One day a circus brought a man
Sure I can help here Yes I can
Just leave your money in my van
And bring the girl to hear my plan
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Well Tess she gladly went along
It wouldn�t hurt It�d fix her song
The man said nothing could go wrong
And with the town she�d soon belong
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The townsfolk gathered near the hall
They wondered just what would befall
And out walked Tess so straight and tall
But now she had no voice at all
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She could still sing but without sound
A voice that made all proud was found
Warm joy was shared by all around
And all Felicity rebounds
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It�s true that Tess�s voice could slay
So bad it kept Bad Luck away
And he came back without delay
Forgotten place for him to play
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Without experience to share
Felicity turned to Despair
And with Bad Luck they made a pair
Together strutting naught to spare
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The town now theirs they made that clear
There was one place they dare not near
A silent voice still they could hear
That carefree voice filled them with fear 

A carefree voice and a town are subject of this story/poem. There is nothing special hidden in this poem. It is just a story set to meter and rhyme..

This involves some funny events back in my high school days. The actual story of Felicity comes from my choir teacher. I set it to meter and rhyme. His name was Fred Wilkerson. For no reason at all, Mr. Wilkerson would start telling a story. He had a lot of great stories. Felicity, about a girl with a terrible voice, was just one of them. In my senior year, I took Shakespeare Literature. In it, there was this gorgeous girl. So gorgeous that when I had poetry writing homework, I made a copy for her. This had a lot of advantages: 1. One poem served two purposes. 2. The poem had to be good, because I was trying to win a girl 3. The grade the poem got from the teacher told me how good it was. Mr. Wilkerson told the story of Felicity. The poems did the trick. I won the girl's attention. There was one more mystery. The girl didn't talk much. In fact she didn't talk at all. I soon found out why. This gorgeous girl had the worst voice I ever heard. (Speaking voice!) What she had in beauty. was taken away by her voice. What was I ro do? That's right: Introduce her to Mr. Wilkerson. 

This wasn't the first time a weird thing happened to me (a story about a girl with a bad voice an actual girl with a bad voice). As life went on, many. many other wonders happened. I'm pretty sure we have all experienced marvels. Think about it. In our life, so far, how many things (average things) have happened to us? What are the chances that a marvel doesn't connect every now and again? Some of those marvels happen and are completely unnoticed. Some people call these marvels coincidences. Some call them miracles. Let's have some fun and call them what we like. Life should be fun. So as life goes on, get ready for that next miracle and Enjoy. 

Let's see, what music can evoke dreams of miracles: John Williams "Cavalina" 

Boys will be boys and sometimes heroes 

Jeremy Haccounis a writer and director from Strasbourg, France, currently headquartered in Los Angeles, California. Jeremy started directing professionally on commercial shoots for clients such as Xbox, Coors or Disney, gaining experience of large-scale shoots and FX heavy post-productions. Recent spots include a movie-like campaign starring Leonardo DiCaprio and a Spikes Award winner for Subaru Interactive. His fantasy short film Paradox earned him many awards including Best Short, Best Screenplay, got selected at Tribeca and a dozen other festivals around the world. 

Now, Jeremy is busting out with "Beyond". "CGI & VFX Short Film HD: 'Beyond Short Film' by Jeremy Haccoun" 

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From there to here, and here to there, 

funny things are everywhere. 

Dr. Seuss

 

Let's talk to Couples Charades 

There is something more as friends talk 

There is something more in this game of charades 

Let�s Talk (Shakespearean sonnet) 

So good to have you back again my friend
I know you�ve never really been too far
It�s me who�s fallen into empty trends
While you remained as faithful as you are
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How time has passed since last we really spoke
Was so caught up you see, no I�m to blame
So patiently you waited for one joke
The joke and I with time are now the same
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What was that special thing bound you to me
Somehow I think I drop it on my way
Don�t blame these eyes was me who would not see
Here now in shame my friend what�s left to say
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We�ve seen who now I am why would I lie
So for this moment with your help I�ll try


Only our imagination can lead us to why these friends have waited to meet again in this Shakespearean sonnet. There is more to this sonnet than simply two friends meeting. There is a subtle hint in the second quatrain when the speaker refers to a "joke". If we didn't catch this part of the relationship; it's a whole new sonnet. 

One of my other successes with the Masons was in helping reviving San Francisco's three Masonic Youth groups, the Job's Daughters, the Rainbow for Girls and the DeMolay.  Through the Job's Daughters I met Miss. Green. She was an adviser, for the group, and a past Honorer Queen (youth in charge). We became good friends (and nothing more). Arlene was completely comfortable with Miss Green's and my friendship. When Arlene died, Miss. Green was one of those who came to my aid and saw me through this rough period. She was young and very beautiful. So why didn't I date her, when the Masons encouraged me to be seen with a woman? I don't know. Her being much younger than me might have had something to do with it. One evening Miss. Green called me to her home. She was crying. It seems there was this guy she was in love with. He may have been the cause of her divorce. This guy thought that Miss. Green was just a real good friend. This guy and his girlfriend had just had a serious fight. The guy ran to Miss Green for comfort and reassurance. After he left Miss. Green, she calls me. I went over to her house and listened to the whole history. A  history that took a breakfast, lunch and dinner. 

Human relationships are fascinating. They run the gambit from that stranger we pass on the street to that person we want to spend the rest of our life with. It includes animals, and for some, inanimate objects. It is a wonder that with all that life has in store for us, there is our relationship to it all. When we stop to think about it, it is awesome. To make it all easier our brain categorize things. That is a girl. That is a boy. That is good. That is bad. And the categories go on  and on, becoming a little easier to take things in and relate. What adds to the fascination is that we are all individuals. We may categorize things quite similarly, but not exactly. The way our brains file things away has a lot of pluses. It has some challenges too; like equality, change, control, misinformation and the like.What are we to do? Use this powerful blessing. Question those things that really bother us. There is more than one side to everything. Open ourselves up. Give the brain an opportunity to refresh itself. Accept what is right for us may not be right for everybody. Yet, there will come a time of perfect harmony. A time when all relationships will join for a common good. Accept your relationship to the coming harmony and Enjoy. 

Back to the sonnet: Neil Diamond "Hello Again" 

Enough for words 

Charade, originally a kind of riddle, probably invented in France during the 18th century, in which a word or phrase is divined by guessing and combining its different syllables, each of which is described independently by the giver of the charade. Today the game of charades has many variants. The folks at Friend Dog Studios have put together a video showing us one of these varieties. 

There is one problem with this variety of charades. "Couples Charades" 

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Walking with a friend in the dark is better 

than walking alone in the light. 

Helen Keller

 

A Sunset Scene to Romantic Cliches in Real Life 

Sunset sheds its light on lover true 

Real life brings love whole new view 

A Sunset Scene (Shakespearean sonnet) 

There as the last of sunset settles in
Two lovers once again begin their dance
A dream perchance an echo of romance
But for this kiss the stars begin to spin
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They share their flare with world left far below
Amazed they gaze at sight before their eyes
Which whirls and twirls with songs of lovers� sighs
This window to a world they came to know
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Long after all the laughter did subside
The night�s delights would find them dancing there
Where Grace has placed them in her gentle care
Where dreams which stream from lovers now reside
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Who knew those lovers other lovers say
They were the evening of another day 

Sunset casts its light into memories in this Shakespearean sonnet. A little bit of fun comes to play in this sonnet. It begins in line 3 of the first quatrain. A rhyme within a rhyme. These rhymes get more pronounced as the sonnet goes on. As the sonnet goes on there should be some confusion who the "them", "their" and "they" refer to. 

Those days when Arlene and I were in charge of Lodge entertainment was truly magical. There were many things that marked our success. The ticket prices were very reasonable. The Lodge's treasury covered most of the expenses. We had a live dance band, who covered a broad variety of styles. Arlene and I listened to our guests. Through them, we learned how to make the parties better. The more we listened, the more people talked and the parties got better. The Lodge made Arlene and I young again. What also made us popular was our show of affection. Holding hands. Hugging. Looking at each other affectionately. Polite, little kisses. Nothing over the edge. Most of all, the dancing. Our guests loved to see us dance or join us on the dance floor. Arlene and I where reminders that it is alright for couples to show that they were in love regardless of their age. We were the right couple for the right time. What was an even bigger compliment was that other couples took our place and kept what Arlene and I had started and kept it alive and growing. From 50 years behind the times to ageless.

Let's take a look at agelessness. Age does take its toll on us, physically, but not so much mentally. Mentally, I have observed, it is society, rather than our minds, which ages us. The same society that said we couldn't kiss in public when we were teenagers, says we can't kiss in public when we are old. I admit, when I was young, I gave older couples a second look when they were hanging out in the "wrong places". What are those "wrong places" really? "Age has its privileges." One of those privileges is to be as young we feel. People will look at us. That is their right. (Rest assured, people will look at them for looking at us.) I believe that there is a borderline of social behavior that should not be crossed: like no sex in public.  With this in mind: Hold hands and kiss in the park. Dance where we like. Ride that skateboard. Show off our style at the arcade. We earned that right. Youth is still alive in us. We are; be the expression; the proof of agelessness. ...and there; and here forever Enjoy.

Take us away Barbara: Barbra Streisand "Somewhere" 

Let's take love down an insane lane 

The most popular theory about Valentine's Day origin is that Emperor Claudius II didn't want Roman men to marry during wartime. Bishop Valentine went against his wishes and performed secret weddings. For this, Valentine was jailed and executed. While in jail he wrote a note to the jailer's daughter signing it "from your Valentine". February 14 was chosen as the the day to celebrate Saint Valentine. Ryan Higa. of nigahiga, has his own way of celebrating Valentines Day. 

Here's a look at love from both sides. "Romantic Cliches in Real Life!" 

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There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, 

your talents, the creativity you bring to your 

life and the lives of the people you love. When 

you learn to tap this source, you will have 

truly defeated age.

Sophia Loren

Timeless to Gaming on the Down Low 

Some people are lost in timeless love 

Some people are lost in timeless video gaming 

Timeless (English sonnet) 

He feels her coming in the passing breeze
His promised love is not so far away
This promise from a lifetime of dismay
This precious dream to set his soul at ease
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Her flowers were the purpose of his day
Each word within his heart he shared with these
Each wished for moment there her flowers sees
Amid their precious garden time did stray
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Then came the time for him to say goodbye
His flowers were all there to keep him warm
So lonely was the smile upon his face
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One day the garden caught a young girl�s eye
And there for her a love began to form
A love beyond all time beyond all space 

A love beyond the pages of time is revealed in this English sonnet. As most English sonnets, this one is divided into two parts. The quatrains (the first part) talks about a man who fell in love. The second part (the triplets) deals with a death and a discovery. 

This sonnet was inspired by one of my neighbors. Only a small removable wire fence separates my yard from my neighbor's yards.This was done to make our yards look bigger. The best gardener, by far, was my neighbor who lived to my left, Paul. What this fellow could do with flowers was amazing. The success I enjoyed with flowers was due to his advise. His wife, Mary, though she loved flowers, rarely went into the garden. I was amazed, Paul looked younger than he really was. He looked healthier, than he really was, too. After seven years of knowing Paul, he died. My neighbor, who lived to my right, and I did our best to take care of Paul's garden for Mary. After a few months Mary joined us in working in the garden. Mary now takes care of the garden. It is her way of being with Paul. What was really amazing, that spring, when Mary entered Paul's garden, the beautiful flowers returned. 

What happens to us after we leave this world? It is not my place to say. I believe that each person has the right of their own "here after" beliefs. Here are some facts. We are no longer that child, playing with friends, at lunchtime in elementary school. That person is gone. Only memories remain. Thomas Edison has long been dead. Every time we turn on an electric light, he returns (at least his memory). In nature, there is energy. Energy (as far as we know) never dies. It is just transferred from one thing to another. Love... there's a subject. We who have felt it know that it really exist. It goes beyond any attempt to explain it. Science and logic tries to limit it to chemical reactions. But love cannot so neatly be limited. It goes beyond any definition. It goes beyond time. Here are just a few wonders all around us. What happens to us after we leave this world? We will find out. For now, wouldn't it be more worthwhile to take in the wonders here and now? "Life is for the living", so Enjoy. 

Love love, flowers in a garden? Here we are: Secret Garden "Appassionata" 

And then there are video games 

More than 1.2 billion people are playing games worldwide, according to a state of the industry report by Spil Games. Of those, about 700 million play online games. That amounts to 44 percent of the world's online population, according to comScore data cited by Spil Games.  Gaming isn't always the most productive activity and sometimes it's better to do it in secret, like this husband and his bud, captured by Studio C.. 

Then the wife comes home. "Gaming on the Down Low" 

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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope 

which has no opposite in fear; the strength 

so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth 

more first than sun, more last than star. 

E.E Cummings

The Magic Door to Magic 3D Pen 

A couple discover magic through a door 

A lady's reality is challenged by the magic of a 3D pen 

The Magic Door (round) 

As we were going to the store
There was a man outside the door
He asked before we went inside
If we had time to see much more
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Now time it seemed was on our side
The man was filled with so much pride
We told him we would gladly share
The secret he appeared to hide
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The store door opened with a flare
But inside now was nothing there
Just go inside and use your head
A clue like that required a stare
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Inside we thought of what he said
Then words across the ceiling spread
It didn�t take us long to see
To think of what we need instead
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A car a house a money tree
A world of peace for you and me
A truck to take all this stuff home
And while we�re here let�s eat for free
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As children our dreams let to roam
Here underneath our wishing dome
And dreaming it went on and on
What once was clear turned into foam
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Now left in smoke with all else gone
And there you were as clear as dawn
The only wish I ever knew
And to your magic I was drawn
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The man still waiting �Are you through
So little time so much to do�
But time and things worth wishing for
They all begin and end with you 

A couple discovers more than magic beyond a magic door in this round.  A good round has no beginning or end. In this round it is the third line. The third lime leads to the rhyme scheme of the following stanza. The last third line lead back to the first stanza. So the door awaits another couple. 

Arlene and I were really blessed. Although we both worked, each month we barely scratched some savings. At the end of the disco days we were deeply in dept. Our riches came from our friends and people we knew. The unbelievable deals on car rentals, travel deals, clothes and much more, were favors owed and gifts laid at our feet. Arlene and I were really blessed. It was truly a wonderland of magic. Here I was, with my childhood sweetheart (well, I was 15). Arlene was the definition of beauty. She was the other other half. We were that team. that dream. that star we all could reach, I still remember. We were on our way to Los Angeles in a fully loaded Pontiac Trans Am (arranged for by our friend at Hertz). We pulled over at a rest stop just south of Bakersfield, to take in the sunset and enjoy our hamburgers. Por Ellas by Julio Inglesias was playing on the radio. Great car, Great burgers;The most beautiful lady in the world. We both knew how life had smiled on us, Our problems were miles behind us. Ahead awaited another advenyure. I turned to Arlene and said, "It all begins and ends with you." 

Magic. Back in my school days, in my drama class, there was a guy, Diego, who wanted to be a magician. He practiced hard and was petty good. What was more amazing, this high school boy told me to learn and practice a few simple tricks. He said, "You'll see why." I took his advice and learned a few card and string tricks. We have all seen magicians perform their magic. Or have we? We know that a rabbit doesn't just appear in a hat. There are some people who try to figure out how the trick is done. There are some who just enjoy the performance. There is part of the magic. There is what a classmate said that I would see. The magic of an artist pulling a rabbit out of hat. Magic isn't limited to a magician or a stage. Magic happens to us all the time: an unexpected phone call, some money shows up when we need it, a date where everything just goes right, a deal on a rent-a-car that can't be passed up, things like that. Sure, there's a logical explanation. We could figure it out. Or we can take it in as the magic of life. As life unfolds its wonders to us, remember that part of the magic, We are part of the magic. ...and as the show goes on, Enjoy.

Let's have song about magic: Tao "Magical Moments" 

While we are on the subject of magic 

Magicians were very much involved in the birth of the movie industry. Not only were many magicians exhibitors of films, but many were involved as performers and producers. Harry Houdini made several silent films and was the creator of many special effects; magician George Melies bought the Robert-Houdin Theatre and exhibited the first motion picture seen in Paris. Now a days we have magicians like Michael Carbonaro who deliver magic to individuals so that we may enjoy the magic. 

Imagine a 3D pen. "The Carbonaro Effect - Magic 3D Pen" 

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Believe in yourself 

and believe in magic. 

Theophilus London

 

Promise Of Once Again to Groundhog Daying 

A day once again repeats a lovers' melody 

A day repeats once again and again and again

Promise Of Once Again (poem) 

A dewdrop rushes off to shares the news
The morning wakes as flowers fill the air
And music of new day stirs everywhere
While promise once again lends world its hues
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Warm sun soft wind remove all past despair
The streams of dreams once more are crystal clear
As blossoms of what could be reappear
Excitement now awaits its finale flare
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Another dewdrop does an eyelid sheer
As they take in sheer fascination�s spark
And wave of kisses guide them from the dark
The purpose for dawn�s seasoning is near
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Now everything its meaning feels its mark
As picture of perfection always views
And once again its storybook renews
As couple reengage a lovers� lark 

Once again the world refreshes itself in preparation for two more lovers in this round. A round has no beginning and no end. If we follow the rhyme scheme, we will notice that the center rhymes become the outer rhymes of the following stanza. The last stanza leads back to the first. (ABBA, BCCB, CDDC, DAAD) 

I wasn't always a gardener. The forth place Arlene and I moved to was a small house, in the Sunset district, five blocks from the Pacific Ocean. It had a large backyard, twice the size of the house. All the places we had lived before had no real garden, at least one that I had to care for. I could be like my new neighbors and let the backyard go. I figured, the rent included the backyard, so I might as well us it. Four blocks away was a great gardening center. I went there for some advice and direction, having no experience in gardening. Luck smiled on me. A person who knew me in high school worked at the center.  For the price of a few lunches he set me on my way. After two years, I became a pretty good gardener, I maintained a great lawn trimmed with flowers on the sides. The real magic happened when I discovered jasmine. I don't know what took me so long. The scent of jasmine has intoxicated me from the days of Arlene's and my honeymoon. I trimmed the fences with jasmine vines. As the plants took hold and the scent of jasmine entered our bedroom, Arlene became more attracted to the garden. It seemed that the kisses also increased. One more thing. My neighbors were becoming gardeners. One can only wonder what motivated them. 

Why did my neighbors, all of the sudden, become gardeners? There may be lots of reasons. I could have asked. It is and was a lot more fun leaving it to imagination. I wasn't hurting anyone. Imagination. Our greatest playground. There is no limit to it. There is nothing that we cannot do. It can be be good. It can be bad. We can control it. It can control us. What is real and what is imagination (especially in today's world)? He is a nice guy. Is he really? Let's turn to facts. Imagination can shroud the facts. In the world of imagination 1 + 1 can truly be any number we like. So is he really a nice guy? Enter the world of quantum physics. A world where even imagination is challenged. What are we to do? The major rule is: As long as it doesn't hurt anyone or anything. Respect other's peaceful imaginations. Respect as opposed to adhere to. Try, try, try to keep imagination in its proper place. And Enjoy. 

With all of this, a bit of relaxation is in order: Brian Crain " A Walk In The Forest" 

Imagine if the world kept repeating 

The movie  "Groundhog Day" concerns TV weatherman, Phil Connors (Bill Murry), who is forced to live the same Feb. 2 (Groundhog Day) over and over again until he gains some karmic insight into his life. It seems that Phil Connors wasn't the only one this happened to. Chris and Jack found one more unfortunate soul. 

Let's follow the events of this soul. "GROUNDHOG DAYING | Chris & Jack" 

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for a castle in the clouds. 

Gilbert K. Chesterton