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The Many Words For Miracle

28 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, nature of & in reality, revelations big & small Tags: Miracles!

What are the synonyms for miracle?

There must be myriads:

Wonder, mystery and marvel;

Anything above the normal.

Unexplainable, for I was sick: tired, coughing, chesty,

Energy-less,

Had to rest.

That was just yesterday

And three days prior.

Three days later – now

There’s power.

By this hour, I’ve

Washed a rug on hands and knees,

De-branched two trees,

Wrote 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 is what that was!

Silent, gosh darned and mind-boggling

Miracle – and have I mentioned

That I’m grateful

For the days.

Of well-intentioned

Destiny?

So many words for thankful.

^{The Many Words For Miracle 10.22.2014 revised 7.28.2016}

^{Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

The Doped Olympics

25 Jul 2016 2 Comments

by arlenecorwin in 2016, our times our cultureII Tags: A Doped Olympics? Is that a possibility? A special Olympics called the Doped Olympics?

I’ve been thinking about the coming Olympics and the various scandals.

Why don’t they simply create a new branch

And call it the Doped Olympics?

By the laws of semantics

It soon would come into the language, legitimized:

Youth forgets past.

Soon the word would have lost its original shame,

While the name of the game

Would be guilt-free and blame-free,

And those who would qualify

Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.

If they dropped dead at forty

At least they’d have entertained millions,

Fulfilled their ambitions,

Made lots of folk rich

And set records untold.

Let those few or many spend hours in training;

Let chemists develop concoctions so new

That the pole-vaulter flies,

The sprinter’s a jaguar,

The shot put is sent into orbits of space,

The long jumper jumps twenty meters

While men become fierce

And the women grow beards,

Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.

A yes to the dopey Doped Games.Ó

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

I Would Never Be Impolite On The Internet

25 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, our times our cultureII Tags: It's rude to be rude on the internet.

I would never be impolite

On the Internet.

(Is that big or little i?)

If one’s the chance to get

In touch with planet earth

And everyone upon it

One should view it as an honor,

Rare, beyond compare.

I would never let myself be rude

(Or nude)

To people I have never met –

The Internet or not.

At times I have opinions, views

About the news, news

Being what it is – not positive.

Yet I’m constructive and well-mannered,

Having no desire to hammer

Anyone or anything to powder.

I have no desire for power.

I can say,

Convey

My thoughts and notions

Without oceans of sarcasm.

There are chasms, schisms

Separating –isms,

But I don’t take part,

My heart not filled with hate.

On that account

I never would be impolite

To anyone on Internet –

Big or little I).

^{I Would Never Be Impolite On The Internet 7.25.2016}

^{Our Times, Our Culture II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Lazy Love

23 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round eros II, love relationships II Tags: Do I have to say more?

They wake –well, ‘wake’ is not the word.

Lids refusing opening, muscles slack,

Wakefulness alone marking awareness.

Arm reaching left, remote device bedside,

Sliding, a mere automaton

Reaching near, she presses On;

Lo, light, sound and the television.

Still, the eyes are shut,

Yet something’s wakened.

Lying still, an arm embraces;

Bodies in slow motion snake-en.

Unidentifiable, un-nameable, encased

In one another’s arms, things happen –

Young, fresh, hippy Happening

Straight from the ‘Swinging Sixties’.

Here’s a pair way past their 60’s

Rising high above the years,

Skies above their years

Entranced, in love, enlivened,

Eyes blinked open where

The mini-moans of pleasure bear

Some mini-tears of joy.

^{Lazy Love 7.23.2016}

^{Circling round Eros II; Love Relationships II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Trying To Stay Woman

22 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round vanities II, circling round woman Tags: All aging women will recognize this.

I wouldn’t call it vanity,

More nature of proclivity,

Its natural routine:

We’ll call it femininity.

Showing up one day: testosterone, whisker stiff,

Non-specific, un-terrific.

Something foreign taking over,

Over which you’ve no control;

Identity’s uncertainty,

The struggle to stay womanly

Without looking transves-titty:

Trying to stay woman.

(original version found 7.22.2016)

I wouldn’t call it vanity

(though Augustine might).

More proclivity’s routine: a femininity.

Who can ignore the whiskers stiff,

Testosterone’s attack,

The fact that something foreign’s taken over,

Over which you’re no control – a Janus head,

Identity an ambiguity.

The struggle to stay woman

Without looking like a transvestite.

^{Trying To Stay Woman 2.16.2014/10.25.2014/revised7.22.2016}

^{Circling Round Woman II; Circling Round Vanities II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Inner Musts Must Be Obeyed

21 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, definitely didactic, nature of & in reality, the processes II Tags: whether we like them or not - and still we choose.

Not partial to my voice,

Yet sing I must.

Poetry morose or grandiose,

Yet write I must.

No longer questioning,

I simply follow

Roads that hollow out a special path

Tattooed into gene’s DNA.

What can I say,

And what was it I said?

Inner musts must be obeyed.

^{Inner Musts Must Be Obeyed 7.21.2016}

^{The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II, Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Qualified Abstinence

20 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, our times our cultureII, pure nakedness Tags: promises & weakness

I’ve decided – though not wholly –

As of morning’s bath – to put on hold

The daily custom, habit’s viewing –

NCIS, Dr Phil – suspecting as I do

That they are doing me some harm

Engaging, charming

as they are.

Mind as thought and mind as stomach,

Turn to worry, churn with fear

As states of things in world and home,

Play out the clearer,

Signs maturing in their chaos,

Ever growing, ever baiting;

Making brilliant, analytical dear Phil

Ever more mouth-watering.

Well-loved NCIS plays its part,

Portraying nations torn apart

With ever cleverer technologies

And cleverer–type baddies

Getting ‘theirs’ from even smarter good guys.

If then, strong enough to not back off,

The morning TV staying off,

Then maybe, only maybe

This old belly

Can restore its tranquil peristalsis,

Family squabbles turning babble to a kiss.

Phil, dear Phil, continue to be wise and kind!

NCIS’ cast: brave, cuddly and seasoned –

Flag unfurled, continue to engage yourselves

In world salvation!

Stationing my thoughts in action,

I must leave you both

To carry myself into truth

As cellular Arlene conceives, perceives,

Inherently achieves it.

(If, of course, l don’t fall back into the –

(crude, ill-mannered rude word) shit!

^{Qualified Abstinence 7.20.2014}

^{Pure Nakedness; Our Times, Our Culture II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

^{Arlene Corwin Poetry.com}

Success & Epic Failures 3rd edit

18 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round reality, our times our cultureII, pure nakedness Tags: Life is success & epic failures.

A quote I got from Mr Rampton on

His twirling Tweet account.

I thought, impressed, amazed, “A catchy phrase,

I think I’ll write it down and later write it up,

It being just my cup

of tea:

‘Success and Epic Failures’,

You and me:

Sporadically, frequently,

Scarcely ever, almost never –

Take your pick.

Who hasn’t had them both?

Betrothed to neither,

One should rise above the two –

Screwing ‘round with mind and ego as they do,

Never lasting, alternating

Life throughout.

I think I’ll write a song -to-be:

Avail myself of phrase as symbol:

‘Failure and Success’ et al,

With appeal universal,

With potential to sell millions,

With success and epic failures,

Which of us has never been derailed

And won

Ten-umpteen times

In life?

^{Success & Epic Failures 7.17.2016}

^{Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Success & Epic Failures

17 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, circling round reality, our times our cultureII, pure nakedness Tags: ain't it the truth?, success & epic failure, thanks to John Rampton

A quote from Mr Rampton

On his twitty tweet account;

I thought, impressed, amazed,

“A catchy phrase,

I think I’ll write it down

And later write it up,

It being just my cup

of tea,

‘Success and epic failures’

Being you and me”

Who hasn’t had ‘em both?

Detached from both, betrothed

to neither

We should rise above them,

Neither lasting life throughout.

I think I’ll write a song -to-be:

“Success and Epic Failures”

With appeal universal

It could sell

A million.

After all,

Who hasn’t been de-railed

And won

Ten-umpteen times

In life?

^{Success & Epic Failures 7.17.2016}

^{Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Watching The Signs With Sighs

16 Jul 2016 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2016, birth death & in between II, our times our cultureII, war book II Tags: the last two days & nights. Are they signs?

Watching The Signs With Sighs

No journalist, I –

No Instagramer, Twitterer,

No any out-in-worlder;

Only poet, intellect,

A heart

That tries not to be sentimental,

Hooked upon emotion –

So, and too misleading, to mis-reading,

Impulse and projection

Of our egotistic needs.

Yet,

One cannot

Resist it all:

The evil of it all,

Coming, going, fooling one

Into believing

That a calm will always be.

Last night a ventured coup in Turkey,

Night before, Bastille Day in Nice:

Terror, violence, crushed, the try

At overthrow!

I just don’t know –

I’m speechless, but confess

I must write something, being helpless too.

To cry and yelp

Is not to help.

I’m here, on paper writ.

That’s it.

^{Watching The Signs With Sighs 7.16.2016}

^{Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II; War Book II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}

Arlene Corwin Poetry

The Many Words For Miracle

The Doped Olympics

I Would Never Be Impolite On The Internet

Lazy Love

Trying To Stay Woman

Inner Musts Must Be Obeyed

Qualified Abstinence

Success & Epic Failures 3rd edit

Success & Epic Failures

Watching The Signs With Sighs

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