The Listening Lover

    The Listening Lover II

I asked myself today
(As if I were inquiring of someone else,)
“What is a lover you’d call worthy?”
‘Myself’ made references to what it knows.
The answer came in one small phrase
That hovered over any other:
A listening lover!
Not athletic, active, virile,
Not a grunter with no smile.
This: A Listener
That responds untaught with every signal;
Sensing, waiting, holding back, until
With intuition honed,
What body’s pulse has telephoned,
A glistening outcome follows up;
Nature’s own sweet lollipop.
The consequence of listening.
The Listening Lover 8.24.2018/re-honed 8.24.2021 Circling Round Eros II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Why Do ‘Tanbans’ Treat Women So?

Why Do ‘Tanbans’ Treat Women So?

They screw them without wooing them;
Kill to still them.
Where, the law of love
Which rises far above religion?
Where lies godliness
In all of this?
Where tenderness
To those less strong, who have less chance?
Those who bore with birth’s endurance
Man’s inherent manliness?
Deeds like these show not a tear;
One might assume they’re done from fear.
Women who, forbidden to
Perform, appear
Alone or publicly and more…
One draws assumptions simple as:
“We hate, reject, do not respect you!”
We do all within our power
To devour
And destroy
Because you are our slavish toy,
And born a boy,
Do what we can when grown a man
To paralyse, despise the sighs, ignore the cries
Of womanhood,
Pretending that it’s right and good,
For man ‘protects’ the ‘weaker’ sex.”
My God! My God! My God! What God?

Why Do Tanbans treat Women So? 8.22.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II;Arlene Nover Corwin

I Watch You Sleep

I’d been reading an article on sleep problems. Everything grist to the poetic mill.

 I Watch You Sleep

As you sleep, my love, I watch.
Restlessness, (not at your best);
Dreams that show you being chased;
Trying to defend yourself;
Kicking, jumping, hitting walls;
Anything and all,
Including falling on the floor.
You snore, you gasp or choke.
You don’t attack –
Are you attacked and fighting back?
You turn and toss,
You make a noise.
Of course you dream.
What is the oh, so frenzied theme?
You do not seem to know when asked.
Have you been taken oft’ to task?
You’re sensitive to light, I know.
You eat at night before you go
And creep to sleep.
(It can’t be good, but
I’m no pundit).
You’re not stressed, depressed,
You have no failing business,
Life’s no mess.
I hear you talk, speak, chat
The vocalising un-discernible.
Perhaps you’ve need to urinate.
Perhaps there’s pain unbearable.
Who knows?
Where e’er the wind blows
I’ll be there – aware.
I Watch You Sleep 8.20.2021 Circling Round Experience; Love Relationships II; Arlene Nover Corwin

I watch You Sleep

I’d been reading an article on sleep problems. Everything grist to the poetic mill.

 I Watch You Sleep

As you sleep, my love, I watch.
Restlessness, (not at your best);
Dreams that show you being chased;
Trying to defend yourself;
Kicking, jumping, hitting walls;
Anything and all,
Including falling on the floor.
You snore, you gasp or choke.
You don’t attack –
Are you attacked and fighting back?
You turn and toss,
You make a noise.
Of course you dream.
What is the oh, so frenzied theme?
You do not seem to know when asked.
Have you been taken oft’ to task?
You’re sensitive to light, I know.
You eat at night before you go
And creep to sleep.
(It can’t be good, but
I’m no pundit).
You’re not stressed, depressed,
You have no failing business,
Life’s no mess.
I hear you talk, speak, chat
The vocalising un-discernible.
Perhaps you’ve need to urinate.
Perhaps there’s pain unbearable.
Who knows?
Where e’er the wind blows
I’ll be there – aware.
I Watch You Sleep 8.20.2021 Circling Round Experience; Love Relationships II; Arlene Nover Corwin

To Beard Or Not To Beard?

To Beard Or Not To Beard?

It scratches, catches food;
What it does for good
Is hard to notice.
Who would kiss
A mess of hair!
You never see what’s lying there
Stuffed inside and multiplying.

All those fetching male faces
Growing beards and male moustaches
To conceal their fears and traces:
Face too fat or face too thin,
Double chin,
Disappearing upper lip…
The fashion’s hip,
The phase is ‘in’.

Handsome, adipose, disguise:
Vanities personified.
Squeezing out those qualities
They wish to freeze or wish to hide..
All the faces, young and old,
Shielding gold,
Shielding beauty
With a false virility.

You realize gents,
These are not compliments.!
You can’t replace
A shaven face.
A face with its pure lines unfurled;
A face uncurled for all the world.

Be ye thankful ever
For the pioneering razor:
You as new as morning dew,
I’m the one friend who will tell you.
All the others long withdrew.

To Beard Or Not To Beard? 8.21.2021 Circling Round Vanities II; Our Times; Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Watch You Sleep

I’d been reading an article on sleep problems. Everything grist to the poetic mill.

 I Watch You Sleep

As you sleep, my love, I watch.
Restlessness, (not at your best);
Dreams that show you being chased;
Trying to defend yourself;
Kicking, jumping, hitting walls;
Anything and all,
Including falling on the floor.
You snore, you gasp or choke.
You don’t attack –
Are you attacked and fighting back?
You turn and toss,
You make a noise.
Of course you dream.
What is the oh, so frenzied theme?
You do not seem to know when asked.
Have you been taken oft’ to task?
You’re sensitive to light, I know.
You eat at night before you go
And creep to sleep.
(It can’t be good, but
I’m no pundit).
You’re not stressed, depressed,
You have no failing business,
Life’s no mess.
I hear you talk, speak, chat
The vocalising un-discernible.
Perhaps you’ve need to urinate.
Perhaps there’s pain unbearable.
Who knows?
Where e’er the wind blows
I’ll be there – aware.
I Watch You Sleep 8.20.2021 Circling Round Experience; Love Relationships II; Arlene Nover Corwin

What It Feels Like To Have A Brain That’s Whole

What It Feels Like To Have A Brain That’s Whole

Firstly, on suspects it’s calm;
All the time,
Not matter what.
One expects that.
It sees both sides of the coin:
In every situation –
All the time.
Where a pro and con make their appearance,
One suspects he questions less,
The answers obvious.
Actions more spontaneous,
Less influenced by trepidation,
Hesitation, doubt.
It turns things inside out instinctively.
A whole brain is, well, free,
One suspects.
What It Feels Like To Have A Brain That’s Whole 8.15.2021 Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

Origins & Energies

Origins & Energies:

(A Spiritual Examination, Kind Of)

A spatial conduit: paper for the people;
What it feels like to stop the wandering
With both skill and understanding –
Or just faith.
Of all the cosmic mysteries God’s is the most:
The force of forces hard to boast about.
Yet principles remain.
Laws that work, laws that stain;
Ones for good and ones for not…
Why is all, and why at all?
The question key: Why are we?
What theory is satisfactory –
Completely tuned its melody?
What banged the big bang in the first place,
To take first place in the guesstimate
Round genesis and universe mysterious?

Scientists, non-theists, men of faith
All breathe the air of Earth;
Some with aptitudes for questioning,
Some with nothing but acceoting;
All this challenging and captivating
To those who have need to know
The meaning of this show.
Origins&Energies 8.14.2021 To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Everything II; God Book II;

Isolation As A Means

     Isolation As A Means  

The isolating medium
(Pandemic’s global impact)
Has done a job.
Few demeaning things that rob:
Calls returned, lunches met,
Coming through,
Emails too
With nought of worth to say or do.
Oh, the benefits of saying in,
Throwing sins of wasteful time
Into the garbage bin of slime and time.

Everything brings inspiration,
Anything a motivation;
Open to inventiveness of one’s creation
Which, in turn means making choices
Truer to your inner voices;
Not fiddling, waiting for some muse
To lift you from your busy-ness.

There is a principle to hold to:
Everything you wish to do
Will always end in clarity;
All a ‘simple but not easy’.
That is, one could say, my friend
A means, a goal and a right end.
Isolation As A Means 8.13.2021 Circling Round Everything II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Homage To All Things That Happen

First came the title, then came reasoning, then summing up – the rhyme and meter genetically built in. I loved justifying the concept.

Homage To All Things That Happen

All according to some plan –
New, alien – to keep things going, rescue man;
The right, the wrong: it all belonging
To some one humongous system
Far beyond our comprehension.

I have read
There are a hundred million neurons in our head,
These having millions of their own:
One giant telephone;
Small galaxies
To please the laws
Of effect’s Cause..

Hard to take in,
Come to the conclusion
That all things that happen
Are for something larger than
You, me, the galaxy
And on and on…
One cannot help but gape in wonder.
Homage To All things That Happen 5.27.2021 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

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