Phillip Seymour Hoffman, The World Is Crying For You 2.3.2014

29 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in Uncategorized Tags:

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

27 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II, our times our cultureII Tags:

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

26 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, circling round nature II, circling round time II Tags: ,

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

25 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, nature of & in reality Tags:

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

22 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, the processes II Tags: ,

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

18 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, our times our cultureII Tags:

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

17 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, our times our cultureII Tags: , ,

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

 

 

Sitting Looking At A White, White Wall 10.14.2014

14 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, circling round energy, circling round science II, revelations big & small Tags:

Sitting Looking At A White, White Wall

 

If the sun is everywhere –

One place but everywhere,

(We know its influence is everywhere)

Know there are stars outside the sun –

Each with suns that govern,

Shape,

Control.

Charge up,

In charge of planes, plants, planets, plans:

Nucleons that whizz about

Atoms fizzing in and out,

So there can logically (at least to me)

Be sun Almighty – properties

More likely than unlikely;

It’s a premise –

One of my small revelations.

 

Sitting Looking At A White, White Wall 10.14.2014

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Energy; Circling Round Science II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Your Odyssey 10.13.2014

13 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II Tags: , , ,

Your Odyssey

 

Don’t you see there isn’t one of us

Who hasn’t undergone an odyssey?

An odd-us-see!

Uneventful life may seem,

If you examine every seam

You will detect,

Perhaps discover

Odyssey years, odyssey yours.

 

Your Odyssey 10.13.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

Advice In No Particular Sequence 10.12.2014

12 Oct 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, definitely didactic Tags:

Advice In No Particular Sequence

 

I want us all to be

The Sherlock Holmes of yoga.

Let us notice everything we do,

Each way we move, each pain we’ve got.

Yoginis, yogins, let us

Memorize, internalize the feelings:

Ankle’s angle, steely shoulders, necks, knees, backs;

The inner, outer, sides; the cramp;

The when, the where will lead to why,

Solutions’ bulletins built in.

 

Lose the cliché, the quick response,

Slick without a thought’s reality behind.

I know a guy who won’t eat fish.

He’s says each time we meet to eat:

“The only dish I eat

Has had to have had four legs, could run,

Or laid some eggs.”

The first time it was funny,

But you know the rest.

Each visit to the restaurant

Gets less and less appealing.

And furthermore, it stops the thinking and the feeling.

The cost of the cliché is giant.

 

Advice In No Particular Sequence 10.12.2014

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

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