Building Walls

To build a wall beside your neighbor,

(though he be not dearest neighbor) –

Build a wall to hide your neighbor

And to hide yourself,

Is wrong as wrong can be.

Don’t you agree?

 

What neighbor has no overflow?

Is not magnifico?

Has not a folk to which we owe

Our history: our languages, our citizenry, heroes and mythology;

Poverty an un-destroy-able

“The poor are always with us” still, will always be.

 

What neighbor doesn’t ebb and flow,

Fail then grow?

He next store or ‘cross the border.

Not our job to build a fort

Against a fancied enemy.

 

Building Walls 5.22.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin;

 

 

No One Person

No one dancer moves like another,

No one singer like another –

So unique are we.

Movement, voice, technique and timbre

All unique and at their best lyric

(pronounced lyreek).

How I adore

To see the store

Of talent and capacity,

Technique and flair,

Dexterity and artistry

In all from dress designer

To the finer forms from

Sculptor, painter,

To the lesser forms – whatever

They may have as name,

The nomenclature all the same to me.

Movement, sound,

The world goes round

In every creature’s singularity.

That’s all. Take care.

No One Person 5.20.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

To All The Criminals IN The World


What will you do with all the money that you steal?

Such frivolous ambition, such shallow drive!

To feel alive? A fancy meal?

Believe me there are better things to make life real.

Designer clothes, a fancy house?

Lots of sex to prove that you are more than mouse?

What’s wrong with you?

You’re gonna die. We all just do.

 

What in heaven’s name (or hell)?

Greed just makes you small and smell –

The whole ambition yellow.

 

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more –

Their more is less. They’re glamor-less!

Not to speak of pain you cause:

The drain of pain,

The chain of pain you deign to cause!

What can I say?

You betray what human beings’s meant to be:

Nice, kind, with generosity

Abounding in all thought and deed,

All energy, all conduct and activity.

 

To all the thieves and villains,

All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,

You’re not the fancy pants you think you are – or aim to be.

So I repeat, believe you me,

It’s all so hare-brained. Wait and see!

You will wake up one day agreeing.

 

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone Has Faith

     Everyone Has Faith

 

Everyone has faith.

The only question is the choice we make.

Everybody worships (kind of)

What we worship is our choice –

From leaning, and from combination

Of that leaning and condition.

 

Choose, we choose what we were born to choose.

The gene, the fate, position, lot,

Perhaps to win or lose:

Strange as it sounds, our knot.

 

The crux

Is that life sucks

But faith brings trust, conviction,

Optimism, hope and courage –

All positive and negative, yin and yang

As well you know.

For what is not?

 

Everyone Has Faith 5.14.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

A Problem And A Blessing

A Problem And A Blessing

 

It’s a problem and a blessing;

I never do the same thing twice.

My omelets, cookies, ice cream –

Never twinned and absolutely never thrice.

My husband says, “That dish was consummate,

The best I ever ate…you must, must imitate it!

Why not write it down”.

And there’s my limit.

Always acting in the moment,

Home ingredients at hand,

Forced to recreate a dish

That will not taste of sand,

That may or may not turn out grand;

A failure or success – there’s no predicting,

But who cares!

My brain enjoys the dare,

For dare it is,

And there it is,

The blessing.

 

The problem?

Codes of norm, jazz (my profession), daily dressing;

Not recalled, created by improvisational necessity

Anew;

New strains, all things thought through

As if they’d never been.

What do you do?

And how?

 

A Problem And A Blessing 5.12.2017

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

The Making Of Perfect Love

     The Making Of Perfect Love

The sex is simple.

Though there’s pattern, never boring.

Feeling new, e’en better every time.

How can that be?

The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date,

And one knows couples who

Are either bored to death or hate

The touch, approach,

Who douche

Just to escape the loathing

(even some who wear their clothing

into bed).

 

But with us, we focus.

Simple, the affection real,

Start so gradual

It’s hardly recognizable as such.

As for the finish,

Since there never was a start,

It sometimes has no end,

Just petering from aged tiredness

With never a dissatisfaction,

Life and day continuing

In the most natural of ways.

 

The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure

I’m capable of grief, regret and feeling sad.

But is that guilt? And is guilt bad?

Knowledge that the one responsible is you,

However caused:

From innocence or ignorance,

Naiveté, unworldliness,

The mess created to put other(s) in a stew.

Perhaps it is.

 

In the stillness of decision,

From a willingness and will,

Rejecting guilt, dismissing shame,

Taking culpability in name of karma,

(though I’d never harm a

fly on purpose),

If I’ve done a something to a someone,

I will have to pay back someone sometime,

Try to form and glue a future, integrated, sutured me,

New belonging and identity;

Acquiring a philosophy to lean on:

A new frame, new name, rules of the game

Ameliorating guilt and shame.

 

They write about this all the time

Have done it since the start of

Any kind of written art –

In prose, in picture and in rhyme

In life, in death, with every breath,

Mistakes corrected to reach truth

Uncovered and un-smothered,

Reaching out that truth to other.

 

Through the spittle,

Perhaps victual

Of the title

I reach out to you.

 

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure 5.7.2017

Circling Round Egos; Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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