Phillip Seymour Hoffman, The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014

Phillip Seymour Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You

 

If he’d known

The world would mourn his passing,

Would he have overdosed on heroin?

How much self-love does it take

To break the habit?

Would you grab it, if you could?

I think I would.

Even kids and wife

Can’t make that change in life:

The skid, the slide,

The gliding down and down

And even more…

Until you’re on the floor,

A needle in your arm,

Unconscious of your heart’s alarm

Whispering “Stop

– or else your time is up!”

 

PSH, you never knew

They’d mourn your passing

As they’re doing.

Never knew that it would cry: the bylines, headlines

Sounding, bounding, ‘round the world in living print.

If you’d been more intuitive, more self in-touch, less self-indulgent,

Drugs might have been out-of

Thought/need, thought/greed, but…

Habit feeds on thought

And you were caught.

And so,

We throw

No stones at windows,

Even if and though

We know the world will not cry at our passing.

We will mourn

And learn.

 

Phillip Seymour Hoffman: The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014

Special People, Special Occasions; Small Stories Book; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

First Thought In Bed This Morning: Life Is Precious

First Thought In Bed This Morning:

Life Is Precious

 

Plain and simple: life is precious.

Simple reason not to kill.

Bomb designing, gun designing

Isn’t like designing clothes.

God knows that vanity is bad enough,

But killing tools and torture tools,

Limb shattering and crushing tools

Are at the –enth degree of evil.

If I, poet, taught in schools

I would shampoo tiny brains with

Life is precious. Do not kill.

Do not play a part in killing.

 

Every being loves to live.

You never know if he you killed

Was he who would have found the pill

For every ill, both body and societal.

Pretiosus from pretium;

Beyond all value, beyond sum.

Do not become the scum who takes it.

 

Life Is Precious 10.278.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

First Thought In Bed This Morning:

Life Is Precious

 

Plain and simple: life is precious.

Simple reason not to kill.

Bomb designing, gun designing

Isn’t like designing clothes.

God knows that vanity is bad enough,

But killing tools and torture tools,

Limb shattering and crushing tools

Are at the –enth degree of evil.

If I, poet, taught in schools

I would shampoo tiny brains with

Life is precious. Do not kill.

Do not play a part in killing.

 

Every being loves to live.

You never know if he you killed

Was he who would have found the pill

For every ill, both body and societal.

Pretiosus from pretium;

Beyond all value, beyond sum.

Do not become the scum who takes it.

 

Life Is Precious 10.278.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;  OurTimes, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

One Hour Back 10.26.2014

One Hour Back

 

The hour’s gone back.

We’ve gained some sleep.

We haven’t gained a longer life,

We’ve simply traded spring for fall,

Accepted shorter days,

Less light,

The longer night;

Traded lettuce for beetroot,

Every other winter root;

Traded tanned for paler skin,

The shoe for boot,

More layers on,

The hour’s gone back to nature’s time,

A test

To make the best of life

As always.

 

One Hour Back 10.26.2014

Circling Round Nature II; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Many Words For Miracle

Many Words For Miracle

 

What are the synonyms for miracle?

There must be myriads;

Wonder, mystery and marvel;

[Anything] above, beyond the normal.

Unexplainable, for I

Was sick: tired, coughing, chesty,

Energy-less,

Had to rest.

That was yes-

terday

And three days prior.

By today there’s power.

By this hour, I’ve

Washed a rug on hands and knees,

De-branched two trees, written verse,

Washed panties, socks, a jersey,

Trimmed the roses, bushes pruned,

Going strong,

I’m strong, in tune.

 

Recovery, and I’m a-goggle. Miracle,

This is what that was.

Silent, gosh darned and mind-boggling.

Have I mentioned that I’m grateful

too?

 

The Many Words For Miracle 10.22.2014

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

Putting A Meal Together 10.5.2014

Putting A Meal Together

 

It started with a broccoli head

(I had a yen for broccoli).

Boiling in the salted water

(over salted, may I add)

Some bullion, veggies thrown together –

Oodles of flat noodles…

(Salt was modified, at least).

Still a taste was lacking.

What to do?

There’s always cheese, cream, chili.

Silly me!

Needs fat, I thought, and something hot.

Reckoning with vitamins, taste, calories;

Balancing the protein, carbohydrates, fat,

The taste, the look.

Put the mixture in a bowl

The whole took 20 minutes at the most.

A toast to spontaneity and instinct.

 

Putting A Meal Together 10.5.2014

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Responding To The Changes revised (better than the 1st, I hope)10.18.2014

Responding To The Changes

 

That’s all it is about:

People, cities vanishing –

Bombs and stuff.

Body showing awful changes:

Huffing, puffing proof

Of age and ending.

Everything an un-turn-backable.

 

Dress styles, food styles, landscapes, new maps:

All’s dispersion.

Ways of life equal oblivion.

Technology, vocabulary,

New, old, new, old – new again;

Aware-less,

Recipe-less,

A response.

To change, its

Repercussions hidden from us,

Waiting for us.

That’s all it’s about:

Pouting, shouting,

All the verbs that end in –out:

Doubting, flouting, sprouting, touting…

There we are robot-like!

Regrettably, I’m not

An optimist.

Change is what it’s all about.

 

Responding To Changes 10.17.2014

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Responding To The Changes 10.17.2014

Responding To The Changes

 

That’s all it is about:

People, cities vanishing –

Bombs and stuff

Body showing awful changes:

Huffing, puffing proof

Of age and ending.

Everything an un-turn-backable.

Dress styles, food styles, landscapes,

New maps:

All’s dispersion.

Ways of life – oblivion.

Technology, vocabulary,

New, old, new, old – new again

Some awareness,

Recipe-less,

A response

to changes,

Repercussions hidden from us,

Waiting for us.

That’s what it is all it about.

We pout or shout,

Do all the words that end in –out

And even –ot, -as in robot.

Regrettably, I’m not

An optimist.

 

Responding To Changes 10.17.2014

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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