Born Without The Empathy Gene

Born Without The Empathy Gene😔
 
Forests, buildings in all forms,
Serving every kind of need;
Pets and animals on farms,
Insects, birds of every breed,
Large four-legged wild things
Who can but walk and jump and spring:
Gone!
In heated breathing pain!
 
Then there’s one I shall not name
Who blames the what…. the very victim!
Too inadequate to chat about.
Too awful when the world’s in shock.
Impossible to justify but not take stock of:
A commander of the hour and all that,
Condemning policies
Intended to save ALL that breathes.
Impossible to comprehend
That one who, closeup, sees an end
Can send out messages of blame…
 
If there’s a gene for empathy’s ability
To share the feelings of another;
Feelings of and for misfortunes
Other than beloved mother,
Then the pathos em- and sym-pathy seem absent
In a president
Of of such a land that needs no mention,
The intention not to put a voodoo
On you probably know who.
 
For I, a mini- no one
Filled with an em- and sym-
Down to my colon
Cry with all the torment and affliction,
Trauma and despair of all the beings there
Where nothing can be done.
Last urgent line:
Pray for everyone!.🧘‍♀️
 
Born Without The Empathy Gene 11.11.2018 Out Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 

Days After: Post Birthday

This is serious business, series stuff!  I hope it’s not too long to hold your attention. I don’t wish to try your patience.
 
        Days After: Post Birthday 📡✍️
 
Twenty-five past midnight,
Lights are down and so am I, 
Cat on bed
And Arlene headed
For a future not yet formed –
If formed not known. 
 
Have you taken note or, paid attention, 
That with birthday done,
The formal back to normal,
And you’re on your way
To twelve months later,
There is an ambience, 
A new and hopeful dance begun?
 
AND YET,
Life is the strangest:
After being wined and dined,
Celebrated, loved and praised,
I see, on TV news released
The little California town 
Where daughter Jennifer was born,
Burnt down! 
Paradise – its name now wrong,
Evacuated and destroyed,
Heaven turned to fiery hell.
Good, good Lord, I’m tearful-filled
With sadness;  
The madness
                     of cruel fate,
The date that I make eighty-four
Daughter’s birthplace is no more!
 
And other daughters, sons and pets:
As diabolical as life gets!
Dumbfounding, staggering, injurious to matter
With no soul-ution cearly chartered.
 
SOME TIPS:
Days of celebrating
Must be taken
Airily,
For though behaving cheerily and merrily,
One knows that lifestyles change within a minute:
Miinuet to ricochet, 
Swimsuit to a lawsuit –
Nature’s calm to warfare’s harm.
 
Friends, be serious, be kind,
Avoid illusions that seem lasting.
Is that asking
                      just too much?
Is the asking just unjust?
Friends, become unblind.
It’s all about two opened eyes,
Becoming wise by sizing up reality –
In all its lies.
 
Day After: Post Birthday 11.10.2018 Birthday Book; I Is Always You is We; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 

 

Days After: Post Birthday

This is serious business, series stuff!  I hope it’s not too long to hold your attention. I don’t wish to try your patience.
 
        Days After: Post Birthday 📡✍️
 
Twenty-five past midnight,
Lights are down and so am I, 
Cat on bed
And Arlene headed
For a future not yet formed –
If formed not known. 
 
Have you taken note or, paid attention, 
That with birthday done,
The formal back to normal,
And you’re on your way
To twelve months later,
There is an ambience, 
A new and hopeful dance begun?
 
AND YET,
Life is the strangest:
After being wined and dined,
Celebrated, loved and praised,
I see, on TV news released
The little California town 
Where daughter Jennifer was born,
Burnt down! 
Paradise – its name now wrong,
Evacuated and destroyed,
Heaven turned to fiery hell.
Good, good Lord, I’m tearful-filled
With sadness;  
The madness
                     of cruel fate,
The date that I make eighty-four
Daughter’s birthplace is no more!
 
And other daughters, sons and pets:
As diabolical as life gets!
Dumbfounding, staggering, injurious to matter
With no soul-ution cearly chartered.
 
SOME TIPS:
Days of celebrating
Must be taken
Airily,
For though behaving cheerily and merrily,
One knows that lifestyles change within a minute:
Miinuet to ricochet, 
Swimsuit to a lawsuit –
Nature’s calm to warfare’s harm.
 
Friends, be serious, be kind,
Avoid illusions that seem lasting.
Is that asking
                      just too much?
Is the asking just unjust?
Friends, become unblind.
It’s all about two opened eyes,
Becoming wise by sizing up reality –
In all its lies.
 
Day After: Post Birthday 11.10.2018 Birthday Book; I Is Always You is We; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 

 

Just Another Day…(Or Not?)

Just Another Day…(Or Not?) 🎂

Eighty-four!

What more to ask for!

Oh yes!  Just to be alive

The day that I reach eighty-five!

 

I must admit

I ought to be a bit

More grateful.

Truth to tell,

I feel happy, peaceful, well!

 

Not just that, 

But loved by those

Who have the least and most

Part in my days.

A sample: propped up lazily

                                            in bed,

Eating scrambled eggs and toasty bread,

Coffee, honey…

Brought to me on wicker tray.

What a way to start the day!

 

So to you I’ve never seen

Except on Facebook’s sunny screen;

To friends who live both near and far,

Etcetera, etcetera…

Have a ‘Happy’ back to you!

Happy day and year you also!

Make each common day a hallowed!

 

In the end, and humbly,

Have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY me!🙏

 

Just Another Day 11.8.2018 Birthday Book; Arlene Never Corwin

 

Home University

Home University📚

 

I have a university within my house.

Inclusive of a thousand, thousand, thous-

and words:

Books, all kinds of printed works –

Brochures and articles collected,

Information; omni-forms connected,

Music notwithstanding.

I could spend a hundred years at home

Enclosed in school and domicile:

Cloistered in this all-in-one.

 

In bed, awake at four (still night)

A candle lit,

Deep breathing done,

Radio to mutedness,

Gradually bcoming restless,

Lying still, a book ‘took’ up,

Tired still, (it’s dark as poop)

Inspired, but wildly, child-ly hungry,

 

Toddling downstairs for a cup to take back up –

(Lovely coffee and a scone

With marmalade and cheese on)

Back in bed head propped, it’s heaven!

By this time it’s almost seven.

 

Read into “Windows For Dummies”,

(reminder, this first writ’ two thousand-seven)

“Treatment of the Heart Through Yoga”

(made that up)

Taking up the pen and paper:

University in bed,

Bedside and in my head!

 

Awaiting morning light,

The January Swedish night

Still uppermost in nature,

Marks a template oft repeated;

Meant to humble the conceited,

Meant to deepen and mature,

The one who needs to self-explore:

A university for sure.

Home University1.20.2007/Revised/re-written 11.7.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Defiantly Doggerel; Coffee Book “2; Circling Round Yoga II; Swedish Book; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

Wrinkles Are No Longer Sprinkles

Simply ridiculous…
Miraculous that I am not edentulous;
(Love it!  It means toothless!)
Not infamous, anonymous or famous.
I should be glad.
I should be grateful.
Instead I’m mad,
Refuse to take a photo.
(Which a short time back had never failed)
There’s no shade or shadow 
That sets off a face that’s lined as lace.
The race is lost.
The boat has sailed,
Wrinkles are no longer sprinkles
But embedded ruts.
No ands or buts…
I am no longer nuts
About a photo shoot, about a ‘take’,
Which at this point must try a ‘fake’
With photoshop –
Lopping here, cropping there,
Mopping hair that may look gauzy.
The whole darned process nauseating,
 
Meanwhile and instead, and ‘fore I’m dead,
I’ll purify myself creating
Verse like this,
Dismiss
              the vanity while drawing breath,
Keep the midriff small in girth
Walk the earth
                        in aging mirth
And struggle not to grouch
Too much.😇
 
Wrinkles Are No Longer Sprinkles 11.6.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles: Arlene Nover Corwin

Corruption Of The Heart

A bit schmaltz-illy didactic, but so what! It’s what occurred to me this morning and I worked many an hour on it – believe it or not.

   Corruption Of The Heart👿
 
There’ll always be 
Corruption of the heart.
The very best of movements,
(drives political or moral)
Have it, always will. 
 
Nothing saves the heart’s behaviour
When the insight and the inner will
Are out of sync.
The best intentions all contain misapprehensions.
 
Aims invested in the best of slogans –
Ideals righteous, mottos strong,  
Must  go wrong.
At least in part.
There’s always a corruption of the heart.
 
Look at yourself,
How tough it is to put
Your prejudices on a shelf.
Foods, books, what is good looks…
God knows, we’re stubborn, stiff, part-smart.
It is corruption of the heart.
 
Be on the watch and pay attention.
Dub it!  Catch it!  Advertising’s worst invention
Is to give corruption some nice name.
Shun it, if you’ve got the shame,
The strength, the virtue and the aim.
 
It’s in your heart,
It is in mine. 
Scrutiny’s the cure  benign;
Know it, name it at the start.
The illness, willingness: to terminate,
Eradicate, annihilate:
This damned corruption of the heart!
Corruption Of The Heart 11.5.2018 I Is Always, You Is We; Arlene Never Corwin
 

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