Peoplephobia

             Peoplephobia

You’ve heard about them all,

The misanthropes, misogynists,…

But have you heard of peoplephobes?

Detestation of a group,

Fear and loathing

Women, men, trade deals, the globe:

You-know-who – I think he’s got it.

Actions show it,

Does he know it?

Groundless, baseless,

Senseless

To the point

Of being foolish.

One who has it

Doesn’t know it,

Has not conquered anger, temper and self-interest.

All those traits of vice that simply aren’t nice!

Traits that ultimately cause destruction

Of the self and those who follow.

Hollow traits that scoff the poor,

Prizing, praising the well-off.

Leaving Latin, leaving Greek

And colloquially stated,

New created,

Peoplephobia’s the thing

For understanding would-be kings

And you-know-who,

Thanking God that it’s not you

Or me.

Which would be woeful, sorrowful and lousy.

 

Peoplephobia 10.17.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Pull The Plastic From The Sea

     Pull The Plastic From The Sea

 Un-political, no single placard,

Expressing view through rhyme and meter,

This appeal in un-bombastic, modest ways,

It says:

We have to save the planet.

 

All and you have heard this

Twenty thousand – at the very least –

Repeated so that

You’ve put cotton in your ears,

Forgotten all those many years

Cliché-d, near inappropriate.

 

And here I sit,

The shit increasing day by day –

This final phase,

Little me in what feels pointless.

 

Trifling, trivial, inconsequent small

Plastic forks and plastic bags –

They can’t mean much compared to wars.

Why get excited over bags, while cars

Of aging metal fill the holes,

Oils and chemicals kill corals;

Toxins all the rest.

 

Barring fishing fish for shekels,

Killing off the planet’s whales,

Slaughtering live things with scales,

Things with tails and entrails

I implore you not to put

                                     more plastic

In the growing, unavailable and sickly sea.

 

Pull The Plastic From The Sea 9.22.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Nature II;

Arlene Corwin

OnceI Write ‘Em

 

Once I write ‘em,

I don’t read ‘em.

If you’ve had a feast,

You don’t go back to feast again –

At least not feast selfsame.

Eaten’s eaten,

Drunk is drunk.

The yester- feast a kind of bunk

When looked at and reflected.

Looked at un-corrected.

 

Nothing’s wrong

With bettering that song,

Polishing and honing,

Yes, fine-tuning.

 

Last night’s feast had too much salt.

You won’t do that again,

Fix the fault

But write some more.

More’s the door

To consummation.

Less salt to improved digestion.

 

Break the silence, the taboos.

Make the ‘boo boos’.

Keep on going

In the imperceptibility of growing.

Cook the feast.

Release the moment’s best

And once you write ‘em,

Leave ‘em.

Once I Write ‘Em 9.13.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Bemoaning Similes & Metaphors

Bemoaning Similes & Metaphors

(the lack thereof )

I cannot think in similes or metaphors.

I can, but it’s

An artifice.

A gift

I’ve not been left with.

Of course,

I’ve got Thesaurus –

My old pal –

To push me

In the simile

Direction.

Those

Whose

Aptitude’s

To see,

Their inner eye

Comparing parallels unconsciously –

A gift of gene and DNA –

Overwhelm me.

While I moan about my lack,

They sit with throne and luck

Expressing with an ease,

Anything they damned well please

In metaphors and similes

I lie in bed,

This running through my head.

That’s why it’s here.

Bemoaning Smiles & Metaphors 1.13.2010/8.17.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Who Would’a Thunk It?

Who Would’a Thunk It? *

Who would’a thunk it?

Fifteen books

Sliding piecemeal into six…

Other’s bibliographies

Whose credit lists go on and on

In pages worn

By use unceasing.

Here sit I

Noon sun high,

Ablaze with phrase

That turns into (most likely will)

Ideas instilled

With rhyme and substance,

Probing, pressing cortex’ lobe

Gushing, pushing out the job.

Who would’a thunk, in any case,

That it would form the base of hours

Spent each day as child’s play?

(Except that I’m grown up!)

Who would’a thunk it?

Who’da Thunk It? 8.16.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

*Thunk; informal or humorous past and past participle of think.

A/The/My Way (redone)

         A/The/My Way

 I never knew I had a ‘way’.

And still it shows up day by day

Laws but felt, themes unmeant;

Through sudden fountains of content;

Through many offshoots but one road,

No signposts to direct or goad.

Still it is:

A kiss of fate though non-insistent,

Usually

An accident and serendipitous.

 

And because, and just because it is a whisper

I’ve no choice

But to

Tune into

And obey,

Swaying to its hinted push,

The glint of pressure

Nothing but a pure, faint sureness

And a pleasure.    

            

Minutes past I ate three plastic plates of pasta.

Forgive this frilly, dilly of a joke.

I can be such a silly yokel

With punch/pun-ny lines that hit my funny bone(s).

 

Now I sit with pen in hand

On my verandah, in the wind,

Thankful for not understanding

Karma’s muted law un-grand,

Inscrutable but suitable

To me alone – one on her own

Within the actions and concerns.

 

A/The/My Way 8.6.2017

Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;

Arlene Corwin

Very,Very & Fantastic

She struggles with each verb and noun,

Adjective, conjunction, article and even

Pronoun.

All to better brain:

Maintain

The art parts, smart parts,

A la carte parts.

 

There are leaders:

Chairmen of the boards who stay

Long adolescent in some way.

Ambitious, never swaying

From their standpoints, outlooks and perspective. Oy!

A very, very Oy yoy yoy!

 

“I am best! Don’t mess with me,

Don’t carp or bleat.

My words unquestionably

right

And those who choose to disagree…

Are rendered useless usefully.

My deeds, and all I nominate

Are very, very, very great!

I live on very un-elastic,

Very, very and fantastic!

 

Very, Very & Fantastic 7.29.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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