A Career From Bed

         A Career From Bed

It’s luxury.

To lie in bed, thinking thoughts;

Pillowed head, notepad and whatnots;

Lifting laptop at my side

(my writing bride –

or husband, as the case may be)

And write my poetry.

 

Uncomplicated, ‘easy peasy’

(English jargon) child’s play

To type some fragments,

Work them through,

Sending them away

To you.

 

In come the comments.

Not a penny changes hands.

No long-term contracts –

Only contacts,

“Like you”come-backs

Unseen as a daytime star:

With sweet, smart followers galore.

 

This passive bed of roses

Lap of splendor and much more…

Career from bed

Conducted solely from my head,

Solely in unsaid creation.

What in heavens could be bed-der?

(Sorry for the awful pun;

An un-withstandable temptation).

A Career From Bed 4.4.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Vanity Or What?

I’ve re-written Vanity Or What…  When I read it over this evening I hated it.  The sequences needed adjusting, the whole thing made more sense of.  it was too abstruse, downright vague the way it stood.  Crap.  Here it is:  I hope it’s better, clearer, stronger.

       Vanity Or What?  Or Not?

 Will they miss me when I’m gone?

Would they miss me if I went?

Is the Facebook thing, this Instagram,

Snapchat, this and Snapchat that  –

Is only just to reassure, insure and all the -sures

An immortality that’s hardly possible

With such as these?

A question and a statement.

 

If you should land upon an isle,

No phone, no clothing, just a smile,

Who’d care that you’re not there or where?

The ego takes a jolt when true result is that

A lively world’s been going on

In the short while you’ve been isle borne.

 

When you take up, upon waking,

Cell phone, laptop out and working,

Think about your motive deep, some path new chosen.

Leap into the seasons, steeping self in new horizons.

Public profiles pass from sight, from mind, from heart

Once they depart.

 

Querying the motives that define,

I’m off to take out, open mine,

The whole controlling

‘Spite the knowing.

Vanity or not?

 Vanity Or What?  Or Not? 3.18.2018 Circling Round Vanities II; Circling Round Egos; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin

 

Vanity Or What? Or Not?

On watching an interview on Robinson, a Swedish program that takes place on a desert island.

       Vanity Or What? Or Not?

Will they miss me when I’m gone?

Would they miss me if I went?

Is the Facebook thing, this Instagram,

Snapchat, this and that…

Is it to reassure, insure and all the –sures

Immortality that’s hardly possible

With means like these?

A question and a statement.

 If one should land up… desert isle,

No phone, no clothing, just a smile,

Who’d care that you’re not there or where?

The ego take a jolt when true result

Is, no one, no place, in the while you’re gone.

The world goes on. So when

You take up (upon waking)

Cell phone, laptop out and working

Think about your motive deep,

And steep yourself in new horizons:

Here and now won’t weigh an ounce

Once you have gone.

 

I’m off to take out, open mine.

Querying the motives that define.

The whole controlling

‘Spite the knowing.

Vanity or not? Vanity or what!

Vanity Or What? Or Not? 3.18.2018 Circling Round Vanities II; Circling Round Egos; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

True Confessions: When I’m High

           True confessions: When I’m High

 You all know how one just loves one’s morning cup of coffee!  

 When I’m high,

And morning cuppa’s done the trick,

Slow-ish thyroid smart and quickened,

Then I start;

Choices clear, mind too,

Arms, legs, body knowing

What to do

And even how to do it.

‘High’ sounds utterly,

So totally, so wholly, awfully

So negative.

(Forgive the ‘so’ dear reader, dear.

Its hyperbolic overkill so clearly

The result of coffee).

 

Back to diplomatic understatement:

When I’m high and un-befuddled,

Elevated in an un-bemuddled way,

In optimal condition where

I share in

Energies that pick and choose

So’s not to lose a time so prime.

 

And yet, the wonder is,

The mind, which picks and clicks,

Multi-tasking, seeding shortcuts,

Riotous new recipes,

Old elements, new mergers.

Even quiet-less, no-fuss ideas

From made-up phrases that proliferate.

Remembering,  selecting, nominating:

High’s amazing!

And it only takes a cup of coffee to a-raise it.

Thus I praise it!

 

In conclusion:

If there’s been collusion between you and me,

And on some level you agree

I’ve reached the goal of vers-itry,

And these one hundred ninety

Really odd, God given words were worth it,

Then it’s worth, been worth the birth pains and the plod.

  True Confessions: When I’m High 3.12.2018 A Sense of The Ridiculous II; Coffee Book II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Getting The Speck Of An Insight Or Phrase

              Getting The Speck of An Insight Or Phrase

A nutty thing!

You get the speck of an insight or phrase,

A phrase or an insight and ideas flow in,

The ideas flowing on.

You hadn’t a notion before you began

And then it evolves

And envelops development.

 

Draft roughly scribbled on anything handy.

You must catch that flow while you’re randy

Because if you stop

The ideal nonpareil will not pop,

And you’ve lost out a drop

In that ocean of flow

Which may not come again

In the same way as now.

 

This poem could be labeled

The flow of the now,

Which this ‘now’ is a nano-

The breath of a ‘know’.

 

What the heck

It’s a speck that’s a speck anyhow.

So look at the title

And read it right through

Or peruse or just browse,

Read aloud as you choose.

 

An insight of anyone’s worth a good reading,

We all needing art.

That ‘s the view of this poet and ring

Of the nutty thing

She scribbled down at the start.

 Getting The Speck of An Insight Or Phrase 3.6.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tansformong A Bad Poem Into A Good Poem

Transforming A Bad Poem Into A Good Poem

       (tinkering & fooling ‘round)

It may take days, months, years:

You tinker.

That’s the key.

To definitely not linger,

But go ‘way, come back, go on

To see with psychic opticons

(my own construct-ee-on) a vision

Of’ creative options,

Freedom new,

A fooling ‘round that’s new for you –

And you are new and changed a little;

Flexible, unbrittle-ized,

(another word vocabul-ized)

A new-sized you

Wherein you see the tool in all,

And all’s a tool.

You’ve fooled around

Just as I’ve done

With word and sound,

And lo, a sound and solid poem transformed

From

Bad to good.

 

PS

With eyes revitalized

You’ve seen creative possibilities that revolutionize…

You are one might say, well revised

Wherein you see life as a tool

To take the mundane to the blissful.

Transforming A Bad Poem To A Good Poem 7.6.2016/8.19.2016 Revised 1.18.2018 Definitely Didactic; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin

  

A Wrinkle’s Stream Of Consciousness

This is a nonsense poem – (with serious underwear, er,-tones)!
WRINKLE’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
A Wrinkle’s Stream Of Consciousness😥

Wrinkles
Used to be but sprinkles –
Shallow,
Noticed not at all.
Now they tackle like white spackle.
Twiddling unequivocally,
Fiddling ‘round with body,
Coddling infernal, venal phases;
Years erasing days by days:
Dismal these abysmal fates.

Sniveling drivels what’s I calls it.
Aging’s evil too: a cru-
elty
Of nature to confer on one
This rotting, drying up
When beauty used to be a buttercup
And one was used to “Whoopee, what a gorgeous pup!”

This, a consciousness in stream,
Dreaming’s hiccup,
Real world’s misshapen sidestep, kidnap, mishap,
Final deathtrap.

A Wrinkle’s Stream Of Consciousness 12.20.2017 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin

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