The Aim Of Life

This may be the first poem of my next book to be called “Circling Around Ageing” – a subject that applies to all: each and every.

The Aim Of Living 💑⏳

Of course one thinks of happiness,
Fulfillment and all other blessings.
But I think it’s this:
To live as long as possible!

To lengthen life on planet earth,
Life’s all-inclusive worth’s
Worth aiming at.
I’m claiming that!

When life is shortened
Termination early cut in,
Life ain’t worth a bowl of nuttin’.

So, my fellow earth inhabitants
Avoid all accidents and ailments,
Stay ambulant, not abstinent or adamant,
Passionate, not too extravagant.
Guide life and stay away from self-division or derision,
Violence, corpulence, collision.
Socrates (or was it Plato) recommended moderation:
Not much sadness or elation

Ah yes, wisdom warm with knowledge
Breaks the blockage that is bondage,
They are bandages
That blocks us.

Under oceans, unexplored
Are worlds of living cells ignored
But filled with living energy.
See for yourself what comes of health.
Life extended to the -enth!
Living’s in itself a wealth.
And think, what we can leave for others
If we live like sisters, brothers.

Tips I’m giving while I’m living
Mostly, partly, mainly, chiefly
Are some keys of life forgiving.
Substance, pith and nucleus.
If they sound like something’s missing, only wishing –
If they do, it’s a beginning.
Bye!
The Aim Of Living 7.15.2019 Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Ageing; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

Faith Is A Chemical Dynamic

 Although I consider faith a sine qua non without which one can accomplish nothing, I have a decidedly unromantic view about its nature . Though faith has a vague can’t-put-your-finger-on  essence, one thing can be assumed.  It works through and with the synapses of the brain.🏹🤔 

  Faith Is A Chemical Dynamic

Faith is a chemical dynamic!
Affecting cells, making them fresh:
(The celestial and flesh)
Not dogma, pact, pledge or cant,
The brain engrained in wish and want,
A door awaits to open wide,
With you the bride or groom inside.

Faith sanctifies.
It unifies, systematizing without system,
Sees the thread in things uncommon,
Making fractions into one.
It always gives an added power,
Energy beyond the hour;
Puts a slant on everything,
(Which is its strength and shortcoming.)

You never go beyond its vision,
Never get beyond its zone.🔮
No clever man or master plan
Or great endeavour pulls the lever.
It’s itself a friendly law,

Specific to your wishes,
Good, bad, mad, fictitious;
Bound, a prison or capricious;
Nothing great can be erected
Without hope and trust in something:
‘any’ one thing,
Though faith is hard-defined: a question mark,
Reach for the spark,
For faith’s a chemically dynamic monarch:
One which works.

Faith Is A Chemical Dynamic 7.17.1995/revised 7.14.2019
Nature Of & In Reality; To The Child Mystic; Circling Round Science; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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Truthfulness

*This was written for a teeny tiny contest offered on Facebook. It offered no reward, no money was asked for. It was just a teeny tiny contest that had one rule: no more than four line each which could have no more than 10 words. Theme: Truthfulness. A cute challenge, we’ll see how it went. It only took 11 minutes.
Truthfulness🧘‍♀️

I had not thought until today, of honesty’s veracity.
For I’ve become transparent; that’s to say
I now display an openness, less vanity
Than in my youth, which truth’a been blessed with truthfulness.*

Truthfulness/2.11.2019 Circling Round Ageing; Arlene Nover Corwin

Creative Streak

To all the rarified, interested few: I shall probably never cease my passion for creativity, its mystery, its origin, its process. This poem one more example of it in action. 🧘‍♀️ 🤔
Creative Streak

There are mysteries that never cease.
Not meant to be perceived or pierced;
Mysteries to be always, despite the many
Processing techniques we’re calling progress;
More at risk, defenceless, helpless
One might say, than ever,
We can never solve or conquer this.

‘Cause each positive contains its veto,
Every yes a no,
Nature never plumps for comfort –
Growth uncaring, stalked by slump.
Up/down, out/in, nature’s sport
That’s inherent in the way of things,
Increase bringing lessening,
A waning in the end.

Yet creativity Is always there.
Something new.
Born in you
And nature too.
Variations in a box!
Dynamics of the phoenix:
What a paradox –
In the end all being fixed.

Life invents and improvises. It adapts.
In somewhat primitive, creative seconds
The Intuitive streaks outwards
and humanity goes on.
One more tricky, cyclic mystery
Too baffling to explain.


Creative Streak 7.10, 2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Don’t Like You Death (Again)💀

Once again I write to you
As if you were a tactile, palpable and
Clear as day, beyond all doubt, under my nose…
Who knows? You are so nebulous.
You take aways my friends, my pets,
The window insects,
Ants, the plants. In fact,
All things the senses act on.
Without question, all things go,
And I don’t know them anymore,
A widow of and in life’s war.

Death-initely definite,
I contemplate and ruminate
About the nature of existence.
But it’s not a conscious presence.
I can go inside my present me
And try to stay there till the de- of -pression flees
Replaced by fleeting pressure
Where a happy hormone pledges pleasure.

At this moment, dishes cleared,
And bearing out into the day
Diverse and wingéd things that stay,
Not capable of leaving of their own accord,
I stop to write a plaintive word
Of protestation and an immature dissatisfaction,

Hence, I will go forth to hope,
Get up from whence the couch I’ve flopped
Engage the dopamine and soap
And carry on washing a cup.


I Don’t Like You Death (Again). A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin

Creative Streak

To all the rarified, interested few: I shall probably never cease my passion for creativity, its mystery, its origin, its process. This poem one more example of it in action. 🧘‍♀️ 🤔


Creative Streak

There are mysteries that never cease.
Not meant to be perceived or pierced;
Mysteries to be always, despite the many
Processing techniques we’re calling progress;
More at risk, defenceless, helpless
One might say, than ever,
We can never solve or conquer this.

‘Cause each positive contains its veto,
Every yes a no,
Nature never plumps for comfort –
Growth uncaring, stalked by slump.
Up/down, out/in, nature’s sport
That’s inherent in the way of things,
Increase bringing lessening,
A waning in the end.

Yet creativity Is always there.
Something new.
Born in you
And nature too.
Variations in a box!
Dynamics of the phoenix:
What a paradox –
In the end all being fixed.

Life invents and improvises. It adapts.
In somewhat primitive, creative seconds
The Intuitive streaks outwards
and humanity goes on.
One more tricky, cyclic mystery
Too baffling to explain.

Creative Streak 7.10, 2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Toilet Yoga🛀

Oh, the house, a useful place:
The bathtub where I brace toes, legs and arms
While sitting in its warming charms,
Putting pressure everywhere –
Stretching front and side and rear,
Scratching at and off a tear
Or scab or color I’m not used to.
Water soft, and callous too.
I can think of endless things to glean
Beside just soaping, scrubbing unclean skin.

Drying, finding the accessible and unget-at-able.
Holding onto lid or sink,
Then sinking down, or up on toes,
Or hosing down,
Or thrusting washcloth at the mirror,
I see field-days galore.

I can think of more, but now I’ve got to
Get up off the floor and dress up,
But before, I think I’ll do one little press-up.

Yoga is an everything-on-anything,
For any,- everything’s a tool:
This being essence of it all;

Toilet roll or toilet bowl.
You can fiddle and invent,
Add to the allotted span
So as to add one month, one year
One breath, less fear,
One period of usefulness,
One lovely animated force.
One hopes you weren’t too embarrassed.🚽


Toilet Yoga 7.7.2019 Circling Round Yoga; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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