They’re All Agreed

       They’re All Agreed

They’re all agreed –

It’s very, very quiet there.

Up or out or maybe in

A space so hidden

That it is a twin

To so-called outer space

Where it is very, very quiet

In the place where

It is all created:

All the synchronistic sequences

That take the meaning

Out of chaos.

I read that they ‘re all agreed,

And I’m afraid

A little,

Which just shows that I’m not ready.

They’re All Agreed 6.13.2010 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

People Smoke A Joint Because…

 

People smoke a joint because

It calms them down,

It makes them laugh.

The symmetry

Of mediocrity’s conventions flee.

It also makes them hungry.

 

Answers come,

And often laughter is the payoff.

Nineteen sixty

Groups ingested LSD

To see more beauty,

Dig into the new,

Change patterns that were old in mind,

Find truths that were not there to find,

Break down, build up,

Sip from the cup of everything there is to sip.

So people drink because they are

More able to shift gears,

Take risks, lose fears.

 

The problem is to lay off, stay off.

That would be a real payoff.

Get it? Layoff, stay off, payoff?

I liked that.

 

People Smoke A Joint Because… 5.25.2010 revised 8.8.2010

Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

 

Started 2008

 

 

 

 

Dust On A Mirror

Dust On A Mirror

 

Bad art, good art:

Rembrandt, Schubert painted, wrote

Works even mother wouldn’t like…

(and you know mother loves it all)

They had to, driven from within.

We all do – driven from within.

Good, bad, mediocre,

Spurred on one time or another

It’s all dust upon a mirror.*

 

*The Gita says that mistakes belong to humans as dust on a mirror.

 

Dust On A Mirror 3.18.2010/revised 4.13.2015

Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Everyone’s Titties

Everyone’s Titties

 

Everyone’s titties are mammary glands,

The glamour of mammary glands

Being temporal –

Nothing to get excited about.

Mommies and mammories –

That’s their significance.

Men who desire

The chest bone attire,

Who somehow or other

Are drawn to an udder

Whose breast-iny

After an age is to flop

Or to drop –

Well, let’s say perception at best,

Is projection,

And leave it at that.

 

Everyone’s Titties 6.16.2010

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Eros;

Arlene Corwin

People Smoke A Joint Because 2010

People Smoke A Joint Because

People smoke a joint because

It calms them down,

It makes them laugh.

The symmetry of mediocrity’s

 Conventions flee.

It also makes them hungry.

Answers come, and often laughter

Is the payoff.

Groups ingested LSD

To see more beauty,

Dig into the new,

Change patterns that were old in mind,

Find truths that were not there to find,

Break down, build up

And sip the cup

Of everything there is to sip.

People drink because they are

More able to shift gears,

Take risks,

Lose fears.

The problem is to lay off.

Get it? Payoff/layoff?

I liked that.

People Smoke A Joint Because 5.25.2010

Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Started 2008

You Give Me More 2010

You Give Me More

 

You give me more than I give you

(Not that you need any thing)

Running water, heat this winter…

These the crumbs,

A quarter of the sum, so mum’s the word.

More yet.

The gift to know what lacks in me;

Paucity of qualities.  What luck

To know what lacks.

More I get:

Sunbeams, dreams,

The gains of passive effort.

You give me so much more

Than I give back.

 

You Give Me More 12.20.2010

Circling Round Reality; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

Two Husbands & A Manager 12.11.2010

Two Husbands & A Manager

Three deaths this year:

The probability when getting old.

I thought that eighty was statistically

The modern seventy.

Karmic preparation detaching me

From those held dear;

Does Time do me a favor,

Taking savories away

To dull the taste buds of existence?

Preparation? Possibly.

Different roads that lead to Rome.

Correction: I meant Home.

 

© Two Husbands & A Manager 12.11.2010

Birth, Death & In Between; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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