My Charger 2013

25 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, God book, Uncategorized Tags: , ,

My Charger

God, you are

My charger.

Plugging in to you

For energy and power too,

I’m tired, really tired; things to do,

It’s likely that I’ve got the flu;

Stomach hurts, the torso.

There’s a light dry cough –

It’s such a drag.

I understand Virginia Woolf.

Fagged out, lagging behind

A sagging and fatigued behind;

I’d say I’m pretty far behind.

I’ve got to find my health again,

So God, my doctor friend,

I am your patient battery,

Heal, charge and then restore me

(when you’ve got the urge and can.)

My Charger 11..23.2013

God Book;

Arlene Corwin

Too Old To Be Self-Conscious(revised/refined/re-worked)

25 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birthday book, circling round time II Tags:

    Too Old To Be Self-Conscious

 

There is no subject that cannot

Be kicked around

Or talked about;

No theme so ‘sacred’ it must be avoided.

No age when you cannot have passion,

No age when you’re not allowed

To be yourself:

The same in every

                       situation;

When you can’t become a newcomer

To themes that make you joyful,

Things that make you tingle;

There is certainly no age

When you may not be entertaining:

Giggly, extroverted, corny, plainly silly – and a fool.

No age when you must discontinue demonstrating, sharing

What you’ve learned and known;

No age too late to come into your own,

Be known for what you’ve done and do.

If it is not your birthday,

Happy anyday* to you.

 

*(written for a friend whose birthday it was).

 

 

To Old To Be Self-Conscious 2013

25 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birthday book, circling round time II, circling round wrinkles, Uncategorized Tags:

Too Old To Be Self-Conscious

 

There is no subject that cannot

Be kicked around

Or talked about;

No theme so ‘sacred’ it must be avoided.

No age when you cannot have passion,

No age when you are not allowed

To be yourself;

The same in every

situation;

When you can’t become a newcomer

To something that you love.

No age when you may not be entertaining:

Giggly, extroverted, corny –

Plainly silly – and a fool.

No age when you must discontinue demonstrating, sharing

What you’ve learned and known;

No age too late to come into your own,

Be known for what you’ve done and do.

If it’s not your birthday,

Happy anyday to you.

 

Too Old To Be Self-Conscious 11.25.2013

Birthday Book; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin

Whole Body Sex 2013

23 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, circling round eros II, love relationships II Tags: ,

Whole Body Sex

Where least is penis,

Where body-whole squirms,

Both affirming and confirming love:

The stem of love,

The germ of love in every cell –

Feeling very, very well indeed.

Not the form-physique that

Weighs.  Not parts –

(They’re only parts)

But heart/soul/mind

Defining something deeper,

Terminating in,

Perhaps

Eternity.

Whole Body Sex 11.23.2013

Circling Round Eros II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Constant Correction 2013

20 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, definitely didactic, the processes II Tags: ,

Constant Correction

You do the same things

Day by day.

Write poetry,

Wash dishes,

Say the very same cliché ideas

And phrases.

If we don’t review, re-listen

Fresh and new,

We don’t correct,

We do not grow.

In fact we shrink.

The trick

Is to correct –

If possible to re-correct:

A constant.

Constant Correction 11.20.2013

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

The Cosmic Code: What Can Crack It? 2013

18 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, circling round reality, circling round science, nature of & in reality, to the child mystic II Tags:

The Cosmic Code: What Can Crack It?

 

What can crack it?

Science or theology?

Scientists plus theologians?

Happy accident –

(What we call chance?)

Intelligent design (with purpose?)

Laws?

You’ve got to ask

Where law itself comes from;

Some that surpassing

Every boundary of the total;

That that tops, outdoes,

Takes in, outstrips and blah, blah, blah…?

Are we so split

In need of faith,

We cannot see a blend of both?

Do we need dogma till it hurts?

It’s probably no, must be blending so complete,

Outclassing us

And all our puny explanations.

The Cosmic Code: What Can Crack It? 11.18.2013

To The Child Mystic II: Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; God Book; Circling Round Science;

Arlene Corwin

Birthday Mine Once Again

10 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birth death & in between II, birthday book, circling round time II Tags:

Birthday Mine Once Again

Whizzing by,

Drizzling down from nowtime’s sky;

Fizzling out.

Dazing amongst frazzled thoughts –

Puzzling thoughts that buzz around

Those fuzzy feelings

of foreboding

One cannot define or face.

A souvenir.

Day-after’s bland reminder:

Birth dates, time and passing.

Birthday Mine Once Again 11.10.2013

Birthday Book; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

Birthday Mine Once Again 2013

10 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birth death & in between II, birthday book, circling round time II Tags: ,

Birthday Mine Once Again

Whizzing by,

Drizzling down from nowtime’s sky;

Fizzling out.

Dazing amongst frazzled thoughts –

Puzzling thoughts that buzz around

Those fuzzy feelings

of foreboding

One cannot define or face.

A souvenir.

Day-after’s bland reminder:

Birth dates, time and passing.

Birthday Mine Once Again 11.10.2013

Birthday Book; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

Opening My Address Book 2013

05 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, birth death & in between II, circling round time II, our times our cultureII Tags: , ,

Opening My Address Book

 

I looked in the S’s,

The page was full,

Each line a keyhole

To a life.

I scanned and found

That some had died,

Gone out of business,

In my sites

no longer.

I’d not sought a name in years –

Mac’s seen to that.

 

There it sat:

First beau Art Garland,

Watercolor artist friend,

Doctor Smart I’d rung about

My father’s heart;

A record shop in shreds and pulp,

Gone bust in one fell swoop:

Who buys a record nowadays?

Half a page or more erased.

(Wise of me to always

Write

In graphite,

That’s to say in pencil)

Saddened, every corpuscle and muscle.

 

It’s the passing once again;

Time erasing once again.

So I entered a young contact;

No telephone

But mobile cell phone,

Time has rearranged the ticket.

Opening My Address Book 11.5.2013

Our Times Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

Eavesdropping 2013

04 Nov 2013 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2013, our times our cultureII Tags:

Eavesdropping: A Gentle Thought

 

I’m happy I have nothing

Of importance

To report,

Not interested enough in things

To bring about suspicion,

Or to make mydeas* suspect;

That I’m much too unexciting

For my phone calls or my writing

To attract attention;

That I do not have to speak in code,

Can sculpt my ode

And shout it to the world.

 

Snooping, spying, prying, listening secretly:

None of these apply to me.

I’m such a boring girl.

Come at me planet!

Probe my words;

Those secret weapons: lob,

Nose round, bug everything I do.

I’m much too tedious a creature

To be interesting to you.

 

Eavesdropping: A Gentle Thought 11.4.2013

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

*how clever of me to enrich the English language so.

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