Multiplication Trap: Desire

Saturday evening, last day of June. Whipped this up this morning, then went out to buy a microphone stand. The things that strike one at any hour!
           Multiplication Trap: Desire
One desire, two desires, three desires four,
Leads the passions, wish and hope
To x desires more.
You may be sure it is a trap
In which we dopes become ensnared.
Don’t be scared. We can get out,
Snout gotten out from vanity and narcissism,
Egotism, all the –isms spawning
Self-indulgence and the gout.
If this sounds silly, filled with of ire;
Truth be known, it is desire,
Its yearnings never-ending,
That keeps sending one into the mire
Of distress –
And even wretchedness.
Yes.
Multiplication Trap 6.30.2018 Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Power Of Observation

Still editing my next book of poetry called Definitely Didactic wherein every so often I stop and share one with you. It also gets to be a tedium when you’re dealing with 420 poems (i.e.pages), and I’ve got to take a break. You, you lovely people are my break.
 
Power Of Observation✍️
 
One or several (power/powers)
Don’t you care, it doesn’t matter
Whether it is one or more;
When you do your yoga,
Use your brain!
Observe what, where
The hurt, the strain.
Let me explain:
You feel, sense, imagine it,
IQ raised,
You’ve praised the part
From organ, ligament to cartilage.
 
 
Whatever age you are,
As said before, ‘it doesn’t matter’.
Something good results:
From tumult in the psyche calming,
To the farming body,
Harvesting a better life.
Noticing a change means adding to the
Powers of invention,
Range of dreams you will accomplish.
Observation has dynamics
Of an unsuspected magic.
 
Power Of Observation 1.26.2014 Circling Round Yoga II; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Corwin
 
 
 
 
 
 

I Don’t Watch Nature

I enjoy making fun of myself in poetry. At the moment, I’m editing “Definitely Didactic”, my upcoming book. I came upon this one a few minutes ago and had to laugh. Here it is for your delight. It is rather charming, actually.
I Don’t Watch Nature✍️
 
I don’t watch nature half enough:
Too busy doing other stuff.
Ducks are floating on the lawn;
A pigeon hawk, confused and young
With mouse in claw,
Flew, fell or jumped from roof this morning –
Thump, bump, yellow eyes, a glory.
Rain is almost Noah high.
I’m scrubmarined in bubbly tub
Fixed on a phrase or thought abstract,
Or marinating foreign food,
Playing jazz, perfecting Bach,
Unaware of lake-y wood
Concocting soya dish and bean,
Consuming caffeine in between
(I’m such a fraud).
I don’t watch nature worth two pence;
I don’t see: that’s a different sense.
Universes die, go by, while I,
All stultified eat pie,
While planet spirals downward.
 
I Don’t Watch Nature 12.11.2006
Circling Round Nature; Our Times, Our Culture; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

I’d Like To Cut Down Summer Ferns

     Yesterday was, in Sweden, the day after Midsummer. A day when one is tired from having, almost certainly celebrated the summer solstice with partying and too much food and drink. We were no exception. We held our yearly neighbor pot luck in our beautifully decorated boathouse, its lawn all mowed, prepared for games, the accordion well tuned and lovingly played.
     In my next day fatigue, I sat in the sun, body exhausted but ideas flowingly showing, I wrote poetry from the sublime to the ridiculous: four in all. No mean feat. I’ll start with the ridiculous.
 
     I’d Like To Cut Down Summer Ferns✍️
 
I’d like to cut down summer ferns
Expanding in our garden.
Green ferns primeval,
Which ferns rival
All the flower beds surrounding.
Beautiful indeed, all feathery and willowy,
Silly me, I shouldn’t mind at all,
But they are growing taller by the hour.
They survived the dinosaur.
We don’t stand a chance, for that, my friends is power!
 
Hubby won’t allow it,
So I sit and wait,
The date of their demise in months,
While size
Increases up and sideways,
Sowing seeds for future summers.
 
Showing up in May, it’s June,
And they’re not going anywhere down under soon.
They’ve reached the rhododendron tree in height.
What I would do to earn the right
To cut the [gorgeous] ferns right down
To root and ground
And plant a plum tree there or near –
Something edible and useful,
Beddable, a flower bed and beautiful.
 
Oh well, and Sigh! And me oh my!
I guess I’ll learn
To love that fern
When it’s two stories high,
Shading out the blue of sky,
Or,
Cloning a new-fangled dinosaur.
 
I’d Like To Cut Down Summer Ferns 6.23.2018 Circling Round Nature II; A Sense of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Everybody Needs A Philosophy

I’ve been away for a few days just thinking.✍️
 
Philosophy: a theory or attitude held by a person that acts as a guiding principle for behavior.
 
        Everybody Needs A Philosophy.
 
If you are absorbed in living,
Even interested in dying,
And you want a piece of peace,
What you need is a philosophy
Which doesn’t call for a big P,
Doesn’t happen overnight
But is a learning over time;
Which feels comfortable,
Works well with common sense,
And doesn’t need five pence to feed it.
 
Everybody needs a backdrop
To the choices of your voice,
And a voice to daily choices
Never coming to a stop.
 
How to get there?
How to find out what is fitting;
Find what lifts the soul of you
Down to your shoe.
 
Well, you might just find a book,
Without expectation, meet a bloke,
Hear a joke,
Learn a rule
In/out of school
Wherein you do not make
The same mistake
Over and over.
Everybody needs a mentor
To give thoughts a broader shoulder;
Down-to-earth yet spiritual,
Practical, empirical,
Not cynical or lyrical
But real: the real deal.
A wielder of the future.
Everybody Needs A Philosophy 6.21.2018 Revelations Big & Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty

I saw the word ‘logic’ and it suddenly occurred to me how often the lack of it, this precious tool, is missing from our daily attempts at talking.
 
       The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty✍️
 
It’s good to be a thinker,
Even using intuition.
But there is a something we call logic –
Truth-filled reasoning and reason.
Never obsolete, archaic.
It, the seat of sense, good sense
And common sense, is hard to find,
For mind is blind.
It frolics superficially
Emotions in the way: ideas and bigotry.
Our arguments are faulty,
Taking all the fun from dialogue.
When it could be a dialogic:
Conversation without passion;
Heart to heart negotiation;
Respect and love as consultation.
Logic absent
Friendship turns to acrimony,
Easily to odium and enmity.
But it’s hard to keep the thread.
Try it sometime when the heat
Of word’s intensity ‘hots’ up,
No longer sweet,
Besotted with itself,
Its self-ish reasoning.
 
Let us learn to earn good thinking.
Sinking ships of thought abide
In politics, egotists,
Ordinary blokes and folk.
Let us never hide
From logical and peaceful talk.
The whole world will be bettered.
 
The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty 6.18.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin
 

The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards

Can’t help it. I see what I see!✍️
 
The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards
 
The whole of Sweden wears a beard.
Dare I say weird?
To go around all day un-sheared!
That, combined with bods tattooed:
Chest, breast, throat
And not a centimeter nude
(As made in God’s good world).
I am confused.
A new prosthetic? Possibly.
Aesthetic? Frequently.
A thing to lean upon,
Confirm an ego and/or vanity
That ought to go,
But no, it can’t,
The tattoo being permanent!
Beards! What are they there for?
To hide the origin of doubled chin – one just beginning?
Arctic winter?
Saving shaving?
What’s it for?
Why would one want one hair more!
 
I wouldn’t want to kiss a beard:
Whirly, curly,
Itchy, scratchy…
None a match for girlie me.
They’re dominating TV;
Interviewers, program leaders.
All I want are clean-cut readers.
 
One day someone just appeared
And pioneered a new grown beard.
A new veneer
Had filled the sphere: a fad was born;
The bearded fashion was in action.
 
I am waiting till it passes,
And the fashion turns to glasses
Or an emphases on ar___s.
Who can say?
 
The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards 6.17.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 
 
 

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