God Has A Plan

       God Has A Plan


God has a plan.

A plan?

What does it mean?

And what is God?

Not meaning to be mean,

I want to take in

Them’s that do and them’s that don’t

Believe or doubt.


If followed to the end,

All roads lead home to Rome.

Good-natured, good humored,

Dastard, bastard,

Substandard, no standard

Which means bad, good and all the world.


The plan, a plan

Is interesting indeed.

To analyze, interpret, give word to,

For we need

A word to read, be heard,

To take into the heart and head.


If you are a keen observer

Of the concrete and empirical,

You see that things have patterns,

(for example, thought and matter).

Post- and pre- the pattern makes it lyrical.

(That for fun – the main thing is the plan.)


Laws to measure, near and clear,

Self-evident, plain as the nose upon your face.

(Water seeks the lowest space).

Laws unclear, obscure, inferred,

Laws that find no place in science.


Plan, the God adored – is Law;

Door short of adoration.

There’s nothing wrong

With seeing through those eyes,

To please

Those on the border

Of belief and dis-



God Has A Plan 3.30.2017

God Book II; Circling Round Science II; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin


A Little Deep Thinking

           A Little Deep Thinking

Some lady wrote as seed of creeds:

“All it needs is a little deep thinking”.

A little deep… cannot be little.

Deep is deep, and little little.

Deep: profound, complex, discerning;

Weighty downward, inward, sound;

Rapt, absorbed, immersed, committed;

Wise, engaged, perceptive, learnéd;

The opposite of mediocre.

No light joker,

But deep thinker (and non-smoker).

Recommended by this poet.

If you really want to know it,

And commended by this poet,

Do not sleep through life and day.

Go deep into the strife – or play.

Wakefulness and nightly rest;

Deep will satisfy each, every quest.

Deep is the best of bests of best.

All you need is dee-eep thinking.

A Little Deep Thinking 3.27.2017 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin


Alice Is In Wonderland

   Alice Is In Wonderland

Alice got sick.

A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.

Don’t know how, don’t know why,

(We never know how, why we’ll die).

Bad and sad for doggies

And for those who hold them dear.

The vet urged she be put to sleep –

It had gone far.

It went in seconds. Not a peep

From Alice, just one beat, a bleep

And she was gone;

A little soul taken in hand

By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.

Alice is in Wonderland.


Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Taking Care Of Body Parts

Taking Care of Body Parts


Take care of the body parts.

All the same, remember that

Most of what is going on,

Is going on inside you.


Organs, blood, I don’t-know-what,

Brain, realms therein.

All in-, invisible.

Cause encased:

To be addressed.


Take care of the body parts.

They show.

It’s nice and comfortable to know

they work,

And more than that:

A pointer signal to research

The itch that doesn’t cease,

The lump or bump, the crease

Here, there or anywhere.


Of course take care,

But find what’s there –

And not.

Fix the flub on neck and throat.

Booboo unattractive,

But beware, take care and ‘suss it out’.



No appendage or a member

Is the issue.

It’s what’s going on inside

That describes the living you.


Taking Care Of Body Parts 3.22.2017

Circling Round Yoga; Nature of & in Reality;

Arlene Corwin



Making Waffles In The Living Room

Making Waffles In The Living Room

(a day in the life of an eccentric*)


With no one home to say a thing,

She lives out her free spirit.

Not a misfit,

Simply unconventional.


She’s making waffles,

But she wants to watch TV –

A favorite program on on Sunday.

Which will take priority?

Must one take priority?

Why not do them simultaneously.


She grabs a stool

And drags it to the living room.

Step one.

Carrying the still cold iron

Without fear of burn, she sets it

On the stool and plugs the iron in.

Old appliance it goes on,

No On Off switch therein.

Step two.

Bearing bowl brim-filled with batter,

Setting it on stool where it

fits snugly in and on its step,

Spoon in hand she spoons the batter

Onto iron piping hot;

Shuts the top and starts to wait.

One, two, three and on to plate,

All while watching TV’s favorite!

What subject for a poem!

Happy that there’s no one home

to say a thing.

Fifteen waffles later,

Piled high and fully sated,

Iron back in place

Not a drop or drip to waste

And no one is the wiser.


*from the Greek ekkentros, from ‘ek ‘out of’ + kentron ‘center’.


Making Waffles In The Living Room 3.19.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin


Even & All The Time

     Even & All The Time

God is giving out

Evenly and all the time.


Evenly and all the time

Through Law and laws,

A clout, a shout, no hanging about;

Efficient, effective and quick.


A seeming quirk that never quits:

The nature of God,

Nature of God,

An Absolute absolutely.


Even And All The Time 3.18.2017

God Book II;

Arlene Corwin


     For Those Who Can’t Or Won’t

For those who can’t or won’t believe…

Refusal, aptitudinal deficiency;

A lack of interest or an inability

To think it through

And come to That conclusion.

I look up to all,

Roads leading in the end to Rome,

The roaming in us all.


For Those Who Can’t Or Won’t 3.18.2017

God Book II;

Arlene Corwin




Teflon Trump

Teflon Trump?

The news today: Donald Trump

Has skipped some taxes.

We’re not talking hundreds, thousands.

(speculate for poem’s sake)

We are talking millions – money millions.


Now we know that each of us

Wants money we can christen ours,

Most of us not prone to share

Or give away. But let’s be clear –

These millions can help many poor:

Many, many, many poor!

There he sits with nothing more

Than sites aimed at more, more and more:

Expand! Collect! – focus lost;

A blindered horse on blindered course,

Priorities askew and wrong.

(observation and opinion)

Yet he seems to skip away, slip away, a Teflon Trump

That no one seem to strip away

Whose gotten far – so far…

One’s hope is that with aims made pure,

And as he storms, norms queer, unclear –

His love for folk (which he declares)

Will force – at least induce – reform.

And if I find that this is so,

I’ll change my mind and just might go

In his direction.


Teflon Trump? 3.15.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin



Outside A Day In May

         Sitting Outside A Day In May 


I find myself not only wondering [but]

Thirsting, needing to know when and how they died, [but]

Thoughts or suffering or not: in short,

The state before and during…


I observe a skin that’s wrinkling,

Drying out and shrinking,

Hear and spy a bird in tree,

See the freshness, spring’s new growth,

The only thing I really see is death, a passing.


I allow myself my breaths,

The moods, desires –

All that goes along,

Forgetting for the most part.


Deep down I see the buds of parting

And an emptiness because

I have no answers.

All that I can do is wait and act and meditate

As if life equaled all time-in-the-world.


Every year in spring

I find I’m writing,

Charting age unconsciously,

Literally marking time.


Not sad, not glad but emptier

Than years before,

(or maybe more).

Noticing, acknowledging a substance;

The substantial underlying all the grandeur.


Sitting Outside A Day In May 5.21.2016

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin



Nature Takes Its Toll

        Nature Takes Its Toll

        (A Wisdom In The Nuances)

The funniest – not ‘ha’ – of all is toll.

A charge, a payment, tax, a levy.

Then it’s said,

“The toll of injured and the dead”…

Tollfor number, count, list, tally,


“The toll on the environment… was high”

Toll: harm, or damage, loss, cost, penalty.


Toll résumé of all life’s businesses,

The processes of is-ing;

Summary encapsulating

The inevitable, unavoidable,

Fixed, fated, destined

And uncertain.


Nature Takes Its Toll 3.6.2017

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin



My Yoga Girls

       My Yoga Girls

My yoga girls are over fifty;

Nifty, flexible and strong.

They’ll live a long, long life, I’m sure,

All striving to discover who they are,

Where, what their star,

Their own par-


And special star.


They’re wonderful, their aim my aim.

My yoga girls are reaching

And a reason for my teaching,

It so satisfying and exciting,

Dare I say delighting

And delightful.


We don’t bother with the Sanskrit names,

A game I used to be involved in.

It is yoga in the everyday,

With tools around to play around with

Everywhere, even while watching Wednesday’s matinee.


Table, chair, each surface in the house:

Tub, floor, door, bed –

No jot can stop the focus

For a body use:

All excuses to expand the head,

Find mind in muscle, skin and bone,

Synapse, neuron, hormone.

All alive and full of jive.


When I speak of yoga,

My technique and yoga,

And my little clique of yoga girls

Nothing makes me happier.


My Yoga Girls 3.4.2017

Circling Round Baths II; Circling Round Yoga II; Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin






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