As I Meditate

          As I Meditate… 

As I meditate upon the general idea of peace,

Wash my brain with waves of …waves

I see an impact and increase

In the days that follow; expertise                                        

Unexplainable inside these

Small, small, small effects.

Nicer, kinder jets of thought;

Generous, inclusive this:

Embracing (the flip side of scorning or dismissing)

Giving ‘thumbs up’ easily.

I

Even feel my IQ up. 

Recall dropped into my lap;

The bank behind them all

Accessi-ball,

(a jokey bit of poet freedom)

 

Patterns and impressions sharper.

Harping on the small things lesser.

Plus,

My mind turns bad to good.

(As I’ve always hoped it would.)

All opportunity! 

I never understood

This peace idea. 

Not worldly grounded, power founded; sheer

Self caused and self achieved.

Every pause a chance to sieve

The good from bad, the stuff that had

A weakening effect on me.

Since I is always you is we,

All university,

I simply send this little notion;

Hoping it brings oceans

Of the positivity

It’s giving me.

  As I Meditate 2.26.2018 The Processes; Creativity, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; ArleneCorwin

 

 

 

 

          

Days Of Distraction

Just editing my next book “Definitely Didactic” and thought I’d share this.

       Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?

They seem to go on endlessly.

Helping out a friend in need;

Finding ways to heed the need(s)

Of several needy friends in need.

Ignoring things that might be done,

Might be some fun

And useful monetarily.

Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.

Structure: that’s one key.

Thinking practically; harmony.

Priority to me, myself and I.

 

Life is simple.

Roof, warmth, food –

Summed up sample of the simple,

Which gives ample time

To carry out the other,

‘Other’ meaning tools which further

Happiness and satisfaction.

 

Paying bills and buying,

Days of duty and temptation;

Stress and tension:

‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

 

What to do about this ‘dream’,

For dream it is. 

This is a list and not a scheme;

Not a plan nor stratagem. 

Read and think, find out!

The answer lies in nought but thee.

(That’s you and me).

You’ll see

               what works.*

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017 Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me; Arlene Corwin

*Chatted with my ‘English rose’ of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections. 

It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Doped Olympics

Every 4 years I post this, hoping that the message will come across – albeit lightheartedly.

                The Doped Olympics

 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.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Don’t Write Nature Poems

          I Don’t Write Nature Poems

I don’t write nature poems.
My husband is the nature guy,
While I, I sit around
Bound by philosophies and wond’rings why.
However, last night, ten or so fifteen
The crescent moon
Outside my window
Turned from white to orange.
No mirage, I, on the edge of sleep
Sat up amazed,
The deepest part of this un-phased, rather blasé Arlene
In bliss.
How does one explain it, share it, do it justice?
How does one make clear magnificence?

Orange caused a drunken binge
Whose hangover
I had to share
With you, dear reader, reader dear.

I Don’t Write Nature Poems 2.22.2018 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Corwin

Truth Will Out

            Truth Will Out

 If you’ve got a thing to say

A real thing, the words will play

Through synapses old/new,

The new unused, creating unconditionally unsaid

Phrases you alone invent unaided.

 

If you’ve something pregnant there

Inside the cerebellum,

You’ll be inclined to share

And tell ‘em.

Truth will out

Not shouted, but with clout

Deliberately aimed or not.

 

Then we come to something there

Called instinct’s intuition

To transport you far and near – everywhere

You need to go

To every place you need to know.

 

You must, gosh darn it, trust it!

 

Because all truths

Are there in places ‘neath the scalp

Beneath your hair, sculpted by the roots of roots,

By nerves that serve you night and day

Which tell you things that may,

Have what we call, the truth.

(Not every thought’s idea is true

Though it’s all you.)

A tricky thing this ‘God hath wrought’

Just always call to mind this thought:

Truth will always, in the end, want out.

 Truth Will Out 2.20.2018 Circling Round Reality, Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic;Arlene Corwin

 

You Have A Plan

       You Have A Plan

 You have a plan.

You’ve had it since the start of man.

You never pause, it being plan nobody knows.

You work through laws

Consisting of effect and cause.

And so, before I go

I transfer all my hopes to You.

Before the final bye, byes

I would like to know some certainties.

To understand the rest:

The key to and what is

The highest.

Or, life is a meaninglessness.

Instinct longs for happiness.

Even ignoramuses intuitively reach for this.

So in pursuit of bliss’ nearest,

I report to daddy dearest

Universes far from me,

Yet deep inside implicitly.

 

A force for good,

A force that make things all they should,

A some non-thing as source of all

Behind, in front and in the ball.

 

There is a plan

That was before the start of man,

And’s going on right now as you

And me

And all of mankind’s destiny.

 You Have A Plan 2.14.2018 God Book II; Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

 

 

 

 

 

Writing In The Middle Of The Night

        Writing In The Middle Of The Night

 There’s something nice about the facelessness

Of  Internet,

The anonymity you get

Despite the photos and the instant thing

You hope will ring the bell

Of those around the global ball.

A kind of secret.

You needn’t tell your thoughts,

Spell correctly,

Use our mouth, make a sound –

Just sit there typing while the world goes round.

North, south, east, west,

You’ve got all the time to test your creativity.

Believe me, it’s the best invention

Since sliced bread, the paper clip,

The toilet roll, words ‘hip’ and ‘soul’.

 

For people who want name and fame

It is a trip to paradise.

The price   is shekels.

What the heck, it’s only money!

And for people whose agenda is pure vanity,

A dream (both fantasy and joy).

 

In any case, if I may say it once again,

There’s something I appreciate

About the gate that’s opened

Through the faceless anonymity,

Potential creativity and artistry

Implicit

In the Internet.

 Writing In The Middle Of The Night 2.9.2018The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin

 

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