A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios

In light go all the heartrendingly serious problems I’ve been writing about lately, I decided to write and enter another side of things.

A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios♏️

This is a poem to cover
All we Scorpios alive or not.
In case you didn’t know,
We are a special lot –

‘Cover’ means:
Envelop and enfold, embody and embrace.
We are lovers
And the charming-est of ‘race’..
(of course I’m not impartial).

We are: fixed, we don’t change easily.
We must learn flexibility.
And mixed: Our colors brown and black,
Deep red/maroon;
Our rulers; Pluto, Mars, Uranus, Moon.
We’re born between:
Oct. 23 – Nov. 22
This poem’s for me, this poem’s for you.

We are the highest and the lowest:
So you ‘knowest’, we are:
Forceful and intuitive, passionate, magnetic.
Lovers,
We are great survivors.
BUT, we’re also jealous and possessive,
Wilful, secretive, compulsive and obsessive.

Make sure you choose the best;
Turn secrets to transparency…
Watch out for all the rest.

Believer in the mystic all/ material
One or the other/none of these
You are a sister, brother, father, mother
Therefore, take astrology with ease
And live with love, and how you please.

A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios 10.31.2018
I Is Always We Is You; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Whole Of Sweden’s Going Vegan

This funny little phrase occurred to me today, and so I wrote…🤔✍️
 
The Whole Of Sweden’s Going Vegan
 
The whole of Sweden’s
Going vegan.
Not all, of course,
No one is forced.
There is no pressure. One’s impressed
By new and modern showcasing
That’s making killing
Obsolescent.
 
Who wants meat
Six times a week
When killing carne*
Is environmentally
Unfriendly!
 
Seriously, earnestly,
This is a plea
For empathy,
Nutritionally better, cheaper,
While the grim, grim reaper
Takes a rest –
Which seems to be the very best
For all concerned.
 
Going vegan may not be
Your cup of tea;
Not going vegan altogether
To become light as a feather
Not your choice – not either/or…
 
For eating veggies, nuts and sprouts
May help the world out,
Reinforce your body’a pride.
So this Brooklyn girl has tried
Fried burger made of sesame,
Other seeds and day old bread,
Rice, beans, egg, and mashed potato,
One tomato,
Salt and chili
To remind me
That my taste buds need some spice
For ham-less burger to taste nice.**
**(bad choice of word, sorry)
 
To remind you that, oh reader dear,
I’m not a vegan. But I steer
In that direction more and more
With meatless proxies at the store.
 
The Whole of Sweden’s Going Vegan 10.31.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Swedish Book;
* pronounced | ˌkɑːneɪ
 

The Whole Of Sweden’s Going Vegan

This funny little phrase occurred to me today, and so I wrote…🤔✍️
The Whole Of Sweden’s Going Vegan
The whole of Sweden’s
Going vegan.
Not all, of course,
No one is forced.
There is no pressure. One’s impressed
By new and modern showcasing
That’s making killing
Obsolescent.
Who wants meat
Six times a week
When killing carne*
Is environmentally
Unfriendly!
Seriously, earnestly,
This is a plea
For empathy,
Nutritionally better, cheaper,
While the grim, grim reaper
Takes a rest –
Which seems to be the very best
For all concerned.
Going vegan may not be
Your cup of tea;
Not going vegan altogether
To become light as a feather
Not your choice – not either/or…
For eating veggies, nuts and sprouts
May help the world out,
Reinforce your body’a pride.
So this Brooklyn girl has tried
Fried burger made of sesame,
Other seeds and day old bread,
Rice, beans, egg, and mashed potato,
One tomato,
Salt and chili
To remind me
That my taste buds need some spice
For ham-less burger to taste nice.**
**(bad choice of word, sorry)
To remind you that, oh reader dear,
I’m not a vegan. But I steer
In that direction more and more
With meatless proxies at the store.
The Whole of Sweden’s Going Vegan 10.31.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Swedish Book;
* pronounced | ˌkɑːneɪ

World Famous & Legendary 2, Or, It’s All About Illusions

World Famous & Legendary 2,  Or, It’s All About Illusions🌈

Seen through the eyes

Of 80 flowing years

That do not recognize

One name, the claim: 

‘World famous ‘, ‘Legendary”;

Words that play

Around with fame.

 

I read today, “He played with Zappa.”

Should I clap? 

Where on the map is Zappa? 

Pap: It’s pap to me,

This ‘famous/legendary’ crap

I’m reading daily.

 

How long is a piece of string?

How long is eternal fame?

Both abstractions; guess, dream, trap.

A Zappa of whom descendant’s offspring

Will not have a clue,

Fame and legend being

The illusion.

World Famous & Legendary 2 6.6.2015/revised 10. 27.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

No Idea Come Out Of A Vacuum #2

         No Idea Comes Out Of A Vacuum #2

           (When I Say I, I Mean You Too)📚✍️

I’ve said it before,

I’ll say it again.

No idea comes from the moon,

Out of a vacuum or a sunbeam.

I, Arlene scarce knows a thing

That hasn’t sourced outside my ring.

 

A recipe seen on TV,

A geologic find inspiring some philosophy

Read, heard, forgotten.

Yet, the mind creates arrangements never done

By me nor read by you;

Creation’s magic re-renewed

Exactly that!  A thing brought into

Being from some nothing, it would seem.

It shows in dreams, in ways we preen;

In trends we light on, buy and wear;

In one’s behaviour.

 

Seen and taken in somewhere

Inside the brain, stamping its seal

That helps me dare, helps me to bare

A soul quite hidden from before;

Everything and everyone a mentor.

No Idea Comes Out Of A Vacuum #2 10.26.2018 I Is Always You Is We; The Processes. Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Thinning Skin

  The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think

 

I never stopped to think,

The skin gets thin.

Then looking down, I saw my leg,

And there it was: the winter

Of my life in action: reneging;

Processing past youth – and losing.

Not amusing!

Definitely not!

Fragility, a new reality;

Oils, creams and salves to save

A youth no longer tangible.

Every syllable a wail of decline.

Not fine,

Definitively not, not fine!

 

And yet, I saw the possi-probablity

That by design God is benign,

And if the wine goes sour

Some divine sweet guarantee

Will make it fine –

Despite the programmed skin of youth’s denial.

The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think; 2.5.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Birth, Death & In Between III;

 

 

 

Mister Moon Looking In The Window

Tonight’s a full moon so I thought I’d leave you with this, written in 2003.

Mister Moon Looking In The Window🌓🌔🌔🌕

Looking in the window,
Angle forty five degrees or so,
Minutes before midnight,
TV show still going strong,
I, inspired by his song –
Who woos from distances I cannot reach,
Who, tempting me with valley eyes and mountain nose,
River mouth, a face that shows
The whole of him for one sweet night;
A peachy ball,
An all that sees.

I’m watching and he’s watching
Yet there´s nothing he can give
Except the tides, the tears,
Moon madness´fears –
From where I sit
He looks a little lost in space,
That still, still face
Accepting clouds that shroud;
Black veils erasing, chasing,
Placing his enigma high-up
On the list where from and why.
The window´s creamy moonglow.
He and I, embracing from a sky
Unmoved, a courtship undeniably
Absurd,
Unheard in silence.

Mister Moon Looking In The Window 5.16.2003 Love Relationships; Circling Round Nature;

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