Saying Yes To The Day 2011

Saying Yes To The Day

 

New lease on life

By saying yes

To impulse handed over:

Original, creative nows;

The old, the usual

A something new.

Each moment twinkling

With learning and sensation.

 

You never know.

 

Saying Yes To The Day 11.15.2011

To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Attainable & Feasible 2011

Attainable & Feasible (To Reach Forever)

 

 

There lies a soul inside, a precious jewel.

It’s reached by quiet sitting beside a pool.

It’s quite attainable, this diamond fair;

I’m asking you to reach the diamond there.

 

A soul can be more human everyday.

You’ve got got to get more human to reach forever.

I’m asking you to reach it – not for name;

To reach forever is the mantra game.

 

We write of love, we write of happiness.

If truth be known, the thing we want is – guess?

Peace, power, purity, then love and bliss.

The thing we want is, knowing all is This.

 

To yearn for riches and to yearn for gold;

To look around while everything gets old;

It tells you therein lies a fallacy.

The gold you look for lies in you and me.

 

This,  a never-ending melody.

A man can be more human easily.

Attainable and feasible – this diamond fair –

The man who finds it finds a diamond there.

 

Attainable & Feasible  (formerly To Reach Forever) 1993 revised 8.4.2011

Lyrics; (rejected – turned to poem) To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Vanity Re-named Perhaps 2011

Vanity Re-named, Perhaps

 

Not reveling in one’s run,

Who wants to be remembered

Only when they’re gone?

You a memory in time: a force

Whose praise you always thought would be

A nice thing to enjoy while here.

You are not here to give it ear.

No wonder great religions

Call for dwindling interest in the ego,

Foster focusing on source.

Loving all as brothers,

Comforted in knowing that you share with others

Something that is you at bottom.

You could rest in peace.

The rest a vanity and arrogance.

 

Vanity Re-named, Perhaps 9.22.2005/rewritten11.1.2011

I Is Always You Is We; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

My Drug Of Choice 2011

My Drug of Choice

 

My whimsy,

No one paying me – I guarantee –

My drug of choice is coffee.

A little bit embarrassed, still

I must admit

That getting up and out of bed,

Productive, calm, ideas in head,

With energy the captivating motivation,

It’s magician caffeine,

Slick with tricks

Transfixing and converting dullness

In the intellect

To masterpiece,

Accomplishment, t

The scent of genius

In the air

– all there –

Charmed caffeine powers

Potential for some hours,

Then like all things that exist,

Transient, evanescent, transitory,

Drawn to Time by time

Evaporates leaving just – me.

 

Drug Of Choice 10.23.2011

Coffee Book; Circling Round Baths;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Being Translated 2011

Being Translated

 

An honor to be translated,

Decoded and interpreted

Into, well, scads of tongues.

To share,

Know you’re where

Other people ‘get’ the thoughts

You think are usable.

No agent, manager, no organized campaign

No mystery with which to draw, entice,

One throws the dice of faith

And writes.

.

Being Translated 11.29.2011

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Child Of Time 2011

Child Of Time

 

Perception of time

Biologic,

Rooted deep within

Our brains,

Our watches,

To track passings.

Staircase climb

To time

But never Time

Outside eternity.

 

Child Of Time 11.25.2011 (from10.7.2007/ 8.4.2008)

Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

What For The Metaphor?

What For The Metaphor?

 

What for the metaphor?
Perhaps when you’re

Describing that

Which has no words:

Where words don’t live,

Can’t give;

The knowing,

Sudden

Inner sight

Where brain or mind

(I don’t know which)

Can’t reach.

 

We try, we try

From sound to form,

From ear to eye.

 

Those poets who transcend the word

Succeed.

But I, but I,

Without the necessary fantasy,

Concede to limitation,

Continuing to write.

 

Mother lode or veiled code,

Metaphoric clouds elude me.

 

Still, when I know, I know I know.

Though

Unexplainable,

I try.

 

What For The Metaphor? 12.5.2011

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Clocking The Hairs 2011

Clocking The Hairs

 

Clocking the hairs

Beneath the nose;

The darkened skin above the lips

Where pores refuse to close;

Hairs grow and must be tweezed;

And creases, lines

Map patterns monthly more complex;

Unflattering, impossible to fight,

Erase

Or smooth;

Impossible to hide

The death of youth;

Impossible to mask or color;

Only possible to cultivate ignor-ance.

 

Clocking The Hairs 12.7.2011

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Zapping Vanity 2011

       Zapping Vanity

 

If everything is vanity,

Is all in vain?

Wrong to relish beauty

In, around

With tricks at hand

To purify intention

For awareness,

Extricating motives there –

Secret, meager;

Underlying, steering;

Using what technique you can

To zap a handicap

And liberate desire

From the mire of appearance?

No.

 

Zapping Vanity 12.4.2011

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Zapping Vanity 2011

Zapping Vanity

 

If everything is vanity,

Is all in vain?

Wrong to relish beauty

In, around

Using tricks at hand

To purify intention

For awareness,

Extricating motives there –

Secret, meager;

Underlying, steering;

Using what technique you can

To zap a handicap

And liberate desire

From the mire of appearance?

No.

 

Zapping Vanity 12.4.2011

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

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