Arlene Corwin Poetry

When asked by a site “What is your favourite meal?” I replied thus:
My favourite meal is that which I create spontaneously from leftovers or whatever’s in the fridge/freezer or on shelves. Together and apart they may form my favourite meal which sometimes works inspired or does not work – depending on the day. I hope this is not too paradoxical an answer.

  My Favourite Meal

If I may steal
A quote I wrote;
Answering to what
Is
My most favoured meal,
I feel
The answer lies in the above:
It’s food in general I love.

But do components always work?
Do integrated parts,
Ingredients e’en portions integrate
The same way each and every date
They are combined?

Do life’s ingredients amalgamate,
Consolidarte, homogenize and harmonize
With uniformity.
Answer: Absolutely
Not!

Days have ways that just don’t work.
Therefore,
The score and deal
Is living/being/all survival.
That’s my best-est favourite meal.
My Favourite Meal 8.30.2022 The Processes:Creative,Thinking,Meditative; Arlene Nover Corwin

Personifying Deity (with a few corrections)

Intellect does not mean character,
Character not intellect.
A leader can be very smart.
Though part corrupted, very suspect.

One of virtue
May not have a high IQ
But bear the wisdom of the ages.
Like the greatest of the sages.

Do not be a snob
Who fobbing off the lesser man,
Who finer, wiser than
Those presidents of falsity
Empathetically sobs for a suffering humanity.

Goodness, kindness, love the key
Is what we aim to have, to see;
Personifying deity,
Whatever He or It as spirit may be.

Improbability?
Maybe for the likes of you,
Maybe for the likes of me,
But still the goal that we
Should strive to follow, emulate and copy.
Personifying Deity 7.19.2022/8.30.2022 God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Personifying Deity (with a few corrections)

Intellect does not mean character,
Character not intellect.
A leader can be very smart.
Though part corrupted, very suspect.

One of virtue
May not have a high IQ
But bear the wisdom of the ages.
Like the greatest of the sages.

Do not be a snob
Who fobbing off the lesser man,
Who finer, wiser than
Those presidents of falsity
Empathetically sobs for a suffering humanity.

Goodness, kindness, love the key
Is what we aim to have, to see;
Personifying deity,
Whatever He or It as spirit may be.

Improbability?
Maybe for the likes of you,
Maybe for the likes of me,
But still the goal that we
Should strive to follow, emulate and copy.
Personifying Deity 7.19.2022/8.30.2022 God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin

         Not Leaving Life

Everyday each hair grows thinner on the head
(those that don’t fall out instead.).
Are they dead?
Themselves, they know
That they continue growing,
Yet are symbol of the slowing down
Of body-life: a showing
Most distinct and stinking.

Am I sad?
It must be said
That sadness’ presence
Represents an end
One wants delayed
Undyingly.

Signs are symptoms, symbols;
Cymbals loud and clear
To tell you death is coming near.

Not just the hair
But wrinkled parts
That also sling their deathlike darts
Crinkling, corrugating
Causing a contraction into folds
That point again to age and oldness.

Am I mad?
Yes, angry.
Hungry for more years of action.
Talking to the brain to sanction,
Authorize, consent, permit,
Give blessing and thumbs up to ‘it:
Life evermore.

What’s life for
If not to love it, live it?
Certainly not leave it.
Not Leaving Life 8.26.2022 Circling Round Existence; Birth,Death&InBetween III; Arlene Nover
Corwin

Wise Thoughts

To ‘think’ wise and to ‘do’ wise is
Entirely contradictory.
‘Wise ’is nice, has size,
Is wisdom’s Nobel prize.
Hard to carry through.
It takes so many years to do,
To be
With constancy.

Every day is new. That’s good!
Another chance
To fix the dance – life’s blood and food.

Wise is sharp, astute, insightful;
Logical, enlightened-full.
Wise has knowledge, yet we fail,
Time and time, flawed, floored, falling. .
The road is long.
Time to go wrong,
Get wisdom prime into our spine.
I’m tryin’ still.
Wise Thoughts 8.23.2022 Circling Round Existence; Arlene Nover Corwin

I’m sending this (and wrote this) because I’m so very moved, I feel I had to express it and ultimately to share it.
Warmly,
Arlene

Six Months To The Day

It’s six months to the day.
Hundreds, thousands gone away,
Taken off the firmament
To other spheres – some permanent.

At their back, an enemy
With bombs and bullets,
Armies, rockets,
All and each
Invasive leeches.

Brutality: atrocity and savagery;
Pitiless and merciless:
Rape in every sense!
A war for nothing.
What can be the winnings?
Fraudulently gotten skimmings
For expansion that just leads to killing.

Brave, unswervingly engaged,
Enraged at an attack unjust.
Fighting back with lust
Because they know they must
Fight back with truth’s disgust.

Six months to the day.
The Western world will pray with you –
And stay.
Attacker to remain
Unnamed.
Six Months To The Day 8.24.2022 Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book; Arlene Nover Corwin

     You Can Write About Anything

It all has roots down to your boots;
Up to the red tint
In the hint of farthest ‘way.
Subjects all have essences:
Philosophic nascences.
Emergent;
Non-existent yet existent.

Everything with signs of future, links to past.
Everything a nothing that will last forever;
Everything a something that was never.
That faint smudge may have been once
The only thing that had an ounce:
May have had rings of existence.

It’s all valid,
Never mind how bright or pallid.
If you think it, write it!
Sing, move in it.
It’s right, and has a right
To be expressed.
Make this right your badge, your crest,
Your emblem, crown,
The life that you reach up & down for.
Write about the things you’ve known,
Thoughts that groan, that make you grown.

You can write no matter what…
‘Anything but’ ruled out.
Good or bad,
There’s nothing more that I can add.
You Can Write About Anything 8.21.2022 Circling Round Existence; Circling Round Everything; Arlene Nover Corwin

Sharing Yourself

Simpler said than done:
To make the air yourself,
To share the minute area of self –
To take unwilling self a life’s duration.

Aware of self,
As you remember being long ago,
When you were two
And then forgot
From stuff you’d been through –
Maybe not.

What does it mean, this ‘sharing’ stuff?
Knowledge gained? Feelings felt?
Accomplishment, Things you have fluffed?
Things you’ve tired of… had enough!

It’s always you
You carry round inside your head.
Always you you carry through
From morn to bed.
You shared, (you always share).
But what? The good? The bad?

What’s to be done?
You are the only one
To make things better;
Th’ only one to break the fetters.
Th’ only one inside to do it.
(The only one of few who do it!)

You’ve no choice.
For you and all around you have a voice
To either roister up in bars ad pubs,
Having fun from values false,
Or stuck in inhibition’s waltz.

Break free!
From disappointment when you fall,
Or think you fail.
Be!
Find your call and give your all!

The world needs you just as you are.
Be your first-hand movie star:
Empirical, live, actual,
Distinctive, odd, peculiar…
It’s all necessary
To somebody.
Share your faulty, salty, vaulting self;
Ever leaping over inner hurdles.
Skip the burdens.
Share yourself.
Sharing Yourself 8.21.2022 Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin

If “Do You Believe In Signs?” seems too perplexing (too many words you don’t understand) let me know. It’s theme is really quite simple. (An English speaking Swedish friend had difficulties).

    Do You Believe In Signs?

There’s prayer and contemplation, meditation –
Mental processes each one.
Synaptic chains inside the brain,
Done with purpose and without:
A private, secret shouting.

Silent and reflecting need,
Projecting language of the moment;
Sappy, soppy and segmented;
Useful on life’s deepest stratum.

Then there are the outer acts
Reflected in a sense’s facts:
Eye and ear, their sight and hearing,
Taste buds revelling in flavours, savouring
The textures of a finger’s touch.

Everything’s interpretation, mere projection
Concretised by need and bent;
Sent by mind processing talent.
Here’s the point:
Every scene, inside, out…
Comes about by who you are,
Your guiding star and what you stand for.

Wondrous as divine disclosure,
At no time are signs objective.
Do not miss the subjectivity,
You, the genuine nativity.

Though this scribbling sounds like quibbling,
Delving into lives not mine, (probably already fine),
With no need to persuade or sway, get my way:
Here I sit, deigning to say,
“Keep improving, learning, moving!
if you do, signs realign and redesign you
And the world around you too!”

Do You Believe In Signs? 12.22.2019/revived 8.15.2022 God Book II; To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Meditation;
Arlene Nover Corwin–

Lucky Days

Lucky days!
You never know who you arouse.
Never know the whys and hows.
Pivotal and seminal, sometimes trivial –
It doesn’t matter. ,
Someone there will emulate
As it ripples outwards;
Every act brings change about.

These are days to call out kindness,
Coupled with a gathered goodness.
Influence that seems a fluke
To determine and dispose of
For the benefit of all – and love.
Yessiree, these are days of luck and pluck.
Lucky Days 6.19.2019/6.19.2022/revised8.14.2022 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin