If It’s Breathing It Should Live 2.26.2015

If It’s Breathing It Should Live

With my titles getting longer,

And concern for rhyme and rhythm,

Thought’s reflections and my custom

For investigating thought’s impulses –

Possibilities elastic or iconoclastic,

I’ve been thinking apropos the latest news –

Killing piglets underweight,

Killing unborns past their date,

Hating Jew, Hindu or kangaroo,

Rights to choose and diverse views –

It all boils down to

If it’s breathing it should live.

If It’s Breathing It Should Live 2.26.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

How To Tell Character By The Way He Butters Bread 2.15.2015

How To Tell Character By The Way He Butters Bread

 

Well, he makes you toast –

A plus!

He puts it on a tray and carries it upstairs.

He stands there, tray in hand:

Hot coffee, napkin, buttered toast,

And you’re grateful. He’s the most!

He’s climbed twelve steps to do it!

Made a pot of coffee just for you.

Knows you like it strong au lait.

You are a princess and you know it!

Yet and but and nonetheless,

Despite the wish that you be pleased

His innermost programming as the man he is

Creeps in, seeps out:

He butters only in the center!

Always in the center, whether

It is melted cheese, peanut butter,

Honey, jam or egg –

Which topping when –

The spread is never spread.

Never quite spread on the bread.

Sitting rather, in the middle

Communicating with itself.

Forced to fiddle with the target

Without knife as aid

I finger it until it’s spread

Around the bread

In perfect distribution.

 

How To Tell Character By The Way He Butters Bread 2.25.2015

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts revised

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts

 

She is a watcher, an observer,

One who does not meddle,

Even act.

Watchers witness,

Charting interestedly, attentively

The kinship with society,

Knowledge of the self:

More scientist, keeping-an-eye-on-tist.

She never is

Incredulous,

For nothing startles.

 

Tastes resilient,

Ever playing, never staying tastes

That notices phases,

Phases not unlike the moon’s;

Parallel and paradox,

Oxymoron,

What’s in fashion,

She’s an agent.

With impressions taken in,

How can she disagree?

She contemplates

The dominating, never faking phases

Though

She knows

They’re all illusionary.

 

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts 2.23.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Reality;Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts 2.23.2015

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts

She is a watcher, an observer,

One who does not meddle,

Even act.

Watchers witness,

Charting interestedly, attentively

The kinship with society,

Knowledge of the self.

More scientist, keeping-an-eye-on-tist,

She never is

Incredulous,

For nothing startles.

Ever playing, never staying tastes

That notice phases,

Phases not unlike the moon’s;

Parallel and paradox,

Oxymoron,

What’s in fashion;

She’s an agent.

With  impressions taken in,

How can she

Disagree?

She contemplates

The dominating, never faking phases

Though

She knows

They’re all illusionary.

Skinny Girls With Big Breasts 2.23.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin

An Hour Is So Little But Enough 2.22.2015

An Hour Is So Little But Enough

 

An hour is so little but enough.

You can succeed in what you will

With just a rough perspective,

Vision of a sort,

Endurance, aim – no matter what –

You’ll blossom till you bloom.

 

Movement, for example:

One specific everyday and

It goes deep,

Becomes a habit,

If not habit then a practice

Written into breath and food.

 

Though I hate to be didactic, pedagogic, pushy,

From a most submissive stance

I urge you,

Do

One thing

For just an hour,

And discover

Power

That you didn’t know you had.

 

An Hour Is So Little But Enough 2.22.2015

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

Negative News

Negative News

 

It makes us nervous;

Gives bad dreams;

Fosters fears;

Lowers life’s force peaceful streams;

You hear?

 

Veil your eyes,

Shield your ears;

Shut the TVs, phones, computers;

Think of skies: cosmic vastness.

Altruism, wisdom, kindness.

Skip the news, pass on the press –

If only for a week or two.

Harmful and unwelcome, yes,

It weakens you.

 

Negative News 2.29.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Happy Birthday, Emma 2.18.2015

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Emma

 

Looking at the birthday greetings on your site,

Nothing I could say compared with that:

The messages, the pictures, loving warm.

All I could contribute was a crumb;

A poem.

We missed your party.

Sorry!

Missed your Kenny;

Many

Party things: food and cheer.

All that I can say is,

Bless this year!

And bring your Kenny here

To munch

On lunch

When sky is bluer,

You are

Free.

Til then we

Hold you dear,

Love you to bits!

Well, that’s completely it –

For now.

 

Happy Birthday Emma 2.18.2015

Birthday Book; Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes From A Non-Political Fly-On-The-Wall 2.15.2015

Notes From A Non-Political Fly-On-The-Wall

 

A shooting just today:

Denmark, France;

A synagogue. A conference

And friends in USA

Telling one to get away.

Reminders of a German past,

A holocaust

Improbable. A past

Which did not get away

Apparent.

Ashes that one thought were ash,

Glowing once again.

 

Notes From A Non-Political Fly-On-The-Wall 2.15.2015

War Book II; Out Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

You Are…a Valentine to my lovely Kent

You Are…

 

The costliest to make or bake:

A saffron cake,

Champagne, lobster, caviar.

Every February’s star,

Your natal day,

Each waking day:

With rhymes that dream

And dreams of rhymes:

For example ‘Valen-times.’

No rendition’s too extreme,

I can’t do justice to the day,

To the theme.

And so I say,

This special day you’re solely mine.

So hey, hooray, olé and yeah!

You are the handsomest of Valentines!

 

 

You Are…2.14.2015

Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

Why I Am What I Am 2.13.2015

Why I Am What I Am

 

A part of me that likes to serve:

Cook for… with love,

Lie cheek to cheek,

Examine issues heart-to-heart

In company.

 

I am my hormones.

 

Part of me that must create,

Contemplate

In pictures or ideas.

 

Ambitions that lack logic.

Drives beyond the rational,

There, to take for granted,

Used by, using one:

 

I am my brain.

 

Part of me submissive, part adaptive –

Part of all the verbs in English.

There’s a part that points

To faith,

A part that’s dared to take

To take the f-word in my mouth.

 

I am my instincts.

 

Part of me likes coffee –

Not for smell or taste – no gourmet I –

But kick of, quick of energy:

The quality sine qua non.

 

In summary,

Not many

Are the manifested qualities

Expanding or reducing.

 

Hints of blossoming.

To be continued.

 

Why I Am What I Am 2.13.2015

Pure Nakedness: I is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

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