The Politician

        The Politician

Has he kept his word?

Kept to promises you heard?

Are you satisfied? Let down?

Waiting to see what comes round?

These choices voiced, unvoiced

From voters of the officers new crowned.

 

To those who vote by rote or call

To those who vote at all:

Has he or she distorted vows

To overpower and devour:

Double thought through double-think?

 

Misconstruing and misstating,

Skewed with bias filled with hating.

Stinking skills to sell and buy,

To peddle lies which sink a country –

Even if potentially –

 

Are the aides, incomes denied,

Who stand to profit on the sly,

Men in masks, men in power

Hidden men, men of the hour,

How will tasks now basked in

At whose call flasks, casks are drunk from:

Will affairs of state be slunk from?

 

This a call to politician;

Call to listen;

He or she just person

In the end.

 

The Politician 2.28.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

I Am Jewish

Today as I read about the vandalizing and the bomb threats I feel, no realize that may be as important as ever.

       I Am Jewish

I read about

An upgrade of the Jewish hate

To say nothing of the Jewish state:

Renewal and revival

That makes the Jew a rival

Present and eternal.

 

Pressed anew

To say “I am a Jew”

Interned in worlds of other faiths,

Each based

On love

But peopled by

A fractured many

Filled with fractured understanding,

Wear my Star of David,

Feel the coming holidays

With childhood love of coming days,

As always,

Living with those few-ish

Who know also that they’re Jewish,

Forced by some upbringing me,

Living, as I always have in lands where I, minority

Forget, neglect, omit so easily

My true identity:

I am become the Jew I’m born to be.

 

I Am Jewish 10.17.2016

To The Child Mystic II; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

We’ll Call it Global Warning

   We’ll Call It Global Warníng

 

Global warming

Is alarming

‘cept when hot

when it should not.

It’s always thrilling

With a spring that comes in March.

Of course,

One may be wrong, but

What’s a robins’ song

Doing in garden mine

When everyone in Sweden

Knows it’s win-

ter?

 

We’ll Call It Global Warning 2.26.2017

Circling Round Nature II; Out Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Can’t Keep Up

Overwhelmed, uh, swamped, well nigh,

Admittedly too cowardly

To hit delete or unsubscribe sucked in by

Drawing headlines, wooing words, there am I,

With one site more,

Email list so long I’m sensing danger.

Yet, and yet,

I’m in the pit

Of fact and help; by eagerness and appetite.

Seduced, induced, I click and fall.

Word worlds so miniscule or intellectual

I’m putty in their pull.

Motives all – all natural –

Motives yucky, those upright,

How to create

When time is drained, demands sustained,

Promoting’s pace accelerating,

I’m me, Pooh Little Brain.

They sound so negative, these sites of mine,

So full of info and guidelines.

But good/bad often intertwining,

It’s a double-sided coin,

Even if I can’t keep up.

 

Can’t Keep Up 2.24.2016/2.21.2017

Out Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Cat Rescue

       Rescued Cat

(To Veronica, his rescuer)

This very eve

A cat retrieved

From execution –

(Known as ‘putting it to sleep’

In worlds polite.)

 

I am relieved.

Others too –

Others who were grieved

At contemplating Mickey’s plight.

(We’ve named him Mickey.

It seems right.)

 

Every living thing loves life.

Who’d take the life of such a creature?

Harmless, causing not one other creature

Strife? Well, mice of course:

A course he takes out in the wood,

Hunting out there as he should.

 

Saved by the bell.

Saved from the hell of being killed

By skilled hands, skilled injections:

“Put to sleep” a healthy, pretty cat rejected.

 

Time to cheer.

A darling, eager friend

Consulting friends,

And friends of friends

Until she reached the blessèd end

Of finding little Mick a home.

 

Cat Rescued 2.15.2017

Cat Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boredom #2

Boy, I never knew the subject of boredom could be so stimulating as to warrant two versions.

I’ve never seen so many synonyms for one small noun,

Blocking maturation and enjoy-dom:

Boredom.

“Weariness, ennui: frustration;

Restlessness, dissatisfaction, unconcern: frustration;

Lethargy, lassitude, flatness and frustration;

Dreariness, repetitiveness, apathy: frustration;

Tedium, monotony, dullness. yes, frustration.”

 

Can it be overcome, this boredom?

No more war – the boredom won,

Exchanged for something more like fun?

It can.

 

A friend who, when we speak, says,

“It’s a part of nature…has no answer…”

Reasoning fallacious,

She is wrong as wrong can be

And her reasoning a fallacy.

 

Awake at night: hormones, full moons;

The glut of light: electric gadgets and devices,

Radios that play a song too strong, too long..

 

A trick I’ve learned that’s brought results;

A knack, a shortcut worth consulting

Is to train the brain to focus on/in/with the brain;

Travel round in, sense and feel…

Make it real – as if you really feel

The part you aim at, frame then tame.

 

In seconds you’ve an object that’s becomes a subject.

Boredom fled, you freed,

You and your mood well pleased, released

And taken places least expected,

Un-objected to by you,

The burden boredom doomed –

All through!

Boredom 11.24.2016/ #2 revised 2..16.2017

Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Happy Birthday, Dear Departed Brother

 

We weren’t awfully close,

You far away in Hollywood,

I, far up north in Sweden.

But our soft sibling emotion

Never dwindled, for

We loved each other dearly,

Maybe more than siblings dwelling near,

And so, each wrinkling year,

When February fifteen comes around

(one day post-Valentine)

It’s effortless to love-propound

Through past and present anodyne

What’s lived no more, consigned

To storied history,

A morning, mourning benediction:

 

Happy Birthday, brother true.

I’ll always miss you

Just a bit,

Whenever I can think of it –

Like at this moment.

 

Happy Birthday Dear Departed Brother 2.15.2017

Birthday Book;

Arlene Corwin

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