More Lessons 2009

                        More Lessons

My poet peers are pronoun- and conjunction-free,

Often preposition, adjectival free.

They’re spare.

Leaving one to cogitate –

What do they mean there?


Passing on to other things:

I’ve learned from plants

That if a hint of life is slight,

It’s worth the effort of reviving.

Dear pepper plant I nursed is wasting,

Leaves, a virtuality:

Aphids sticky, sucking, stubborn.

Yet small leaflets

That I’ve starved or drowned

(but brushed – each one)

Crushed aphids swept down

Onto soil – exist,


Through the thousand blunders.

I have learned that every sign of life

Deserves attention – and my wonder.

© More Lessons 3.3.2009

Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin





The Product 2009

         The Product

If I’m to end my wishes,

You will have to bring them to me.

Born with not much energy

                                                 to go and do,

Content to sit and work for You –

[But quietly and passively]

If I’m to get wishes through

So I can leave them,

You will have to, as I said,

Complete them,

For I wasn’t born with energy,

But talents that ought not to hide.

I’ll meet you half way.

You decide

The details,

I’ll provide

The product.

© The Product 1.11.2009

To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

Struggling With Our Souls 2009

Struggling With Our Souls

 The call,

The soul

We struggle with;

Ordinary in the days,

(But) struggling in dreams

With chaos,

Anger, fright and helplessness.

A search, a fight; the dross

(Like emptying a garbage pail

With a spoon).

Impassive, impassioned, impaled,

No one’s exempt.

And just today,

Some new plane reached,

Dimensions opening and broadening


I feel it as compassion.

Mr. President, Miss Movie Star

Both in the fray,

Their pain more mine than ‘fore,

A pain that’s always fair

(It’s cosmic law)

But isn’t fun,

Struggling, as we are

Each one

Of us.


© Struggling With Our Souls 5.22.2009

I Is Always You Is; We; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin







No System Works 2009

No System Works

 No system works.

Democracy too democratic,

Monarchy too emblematic.

Anarchy all too chaotic;

I hear Lebanon elects this year:

Rivals bribed to leave the stage;

Tribe and clan vote for their sage;

Airplane tickets, paid hotels provided for

The out-of-landers

Voting for some candidate, (A,B or C –

They’ve knocked out D).

Promises of school equipment.

Egypt kicks in with billions

Just to work against Iran.

Syria and Lebanon:

Former enemies turned friend –

Political ideas a haze.

How I hate to sound sermonic, but

Self-interest, being what

It is,


No system.


© No System Works 5.24.2009

Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin



My Alcoholic Friend part 2 2009

             My Alcoholic Friend part 2

He hasn’t started questioning.

At sixty-five he clings

To daily wine and cigarettes –

Something I refuse to ‘get’ (as in ‘I get it!’).

Dreams, unseemly worries,

Appetite-less –

Hunger that he doesn’t miss –

The pleasing, pleasured luxuries of taste

Not there, he’s not aware

That they’re not there.

He doesn’t care.


If acceptance is a virtue,

Does his have a use?

Passivity, or more a vice

Around his head, heart, lungs and liver?

I prefer

To think he’s still asleep and that

He hasn’t started questioning as yet,

And that a time will come –

‘Fore he’s found dead upon his mattress –

That essential matters start to matter.

Stranger things have happened.

© My Alcoholic Friend 5.18.2009

Special People, Special Occasions; Definitely Didactic; Small Stories Book;

Arlene Corwin




Living Here For Fifteen Years 2009

Living Here For Fifteen Years

 Living here for fifteen years

And never noticed

Insects that I notice now.

Is it s sign? Compassion new?

It’s May,

The garden full of miss-mash shades

And hues and textured heights.

A spider – cute

Adorable, minute;

Purple gr-ellow butterflies

I cannot differentiate

From petals.

Small, thick, fat, flat beetles,

Black-brown or iridescent:

Purple this year’s fashion.

Ants so busy

I am forced to dance to walk.

Small ones harmless, big ones menace,

Coming, going in their rows (so orderly).

What are they doing?

Is the world of insects working,

Birthing, screwing?

Flies have started landing

In the dishwater, where

I am forced to scoop and rescue,

Spontaneous resource a spoon.

Sad each time I miss or fail.

One second late, and flailing ceases.

Insect-sadness, doesn’t last.

I cannot let it.

This year reels around,

Feels much more insect-live

And still it’s May.


© Living Here For Fifteen Years 5.24.2009

Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin




Like Anybody Else 2009

          Like Anybody Else

Like anybody else,

He has his breakfast,

Takes his phone calls,

Listens to his programs,

Needs orgasms.

Needs, behaviors – he’s like others,

Even though he’s famous as the Lord,

His name on everybody’s lips.

Free will is the absentee,

Will there – hardly free,

He is biology

And destiny,

Like everybody else.

© Like Anybody Else 5.18.2009

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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