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

 

                        Birthday Flora

What rhymes with Flora?

The word adora-ble!

My favor-ite

Scorpio,♏️

Always beautiful 💋

And full of life;

Cheerful, hopeful, graceful, dutiful,

And a friend so faithful –

All the fulls belong to her.

Every year, 

November third

I think of my Italian bird🐥

And send my blessing for that day.🙏

This year again, I say,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY with my love

And all the nicest words and wishes I can think of.

HAVE THE HAPPIEST OF DAYS AND YEARS!

MAY ALL YOUR FEARS DISSOLVE

AND ALL YOUR PROBLEMS SOLVE

THEMSELVES.💖

 

We love you!

Come when you can!

The little guest house waits for you!

A&K

[There Are] Things You Can Never Change

[There Are] Things You Can Never Change

 You make provision for; you train,

Prepare, do anything you can,

And still,

You have to deal with the moment:

Variations never-ending,

Ever modifying and evolving

Subject to the will

Of something your own will,

Will never understand.

(why do you think there are so many meanings to the word?)

Good luck, and blessings on us all.

May we cull the best from life in every world

That may/may not exist.

 

[There Are] Things You Can Never Change 11.25.2017

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

An Eighty-Third

Tomorrow is the day and I decided to  explore what I feel about it.

                  An Eighty-Third

Ego there, but something’s going;

Some things gone –

Both nice and nice’s antonym.

Prefix Nov- linguistics’ whim –

What does it stand for?

One cares less and dares much more.

Nov means nine but mine’s eleven:

8th November, month eleven.

November eighth; November, Nover.

Arlene Faith “is now in clover”*.

Still, one has reached an eighty-three, (one being me)

We’ll see

What life has left at all…

Life being so irrational.

Et al.

*written by my 6th grade teacher Mr Martin when I graduated from public school

 An Eighty-Third 11.8.2017

Birthday Book; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Seventy & Eight

Seventy and eight:

You’ve set aside some vanity.

What was it but priority?

And some priorities have changed.

Acceptance of some disappearance;

Change of balance, skin that’s run the distance,

Re-arrangement of the substances inherent –

or you thought..

 

When you’re nearing birthdays

Each and every twelfth damned month,

You shun

The cant if you’re observant.

‘Happy Birthday’ not so plain.

This has that… and that’s a pain.

Marriages have come and gone,

You’ve eaten everything on offer.

Gone the need to empty coffer entertaining.

 

Suffering more neutralized;

So many friends and kin have died.

You’ve channeled drives

That used to thrive on pleasure.

 

With a birthday coming up

You’re going down each second’s unit

So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.

 

Here is where it gets didactic:

Birthdays coming up – don’t hope but have it.

As for vanity, retract it.

That’s it.

 

Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012/revised 8.27.2017

Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

Happy Birthday, Daddy Dear

   Happy Birthday, Daddy Dear

Happy birthday once again,

Daddy dear. April fifteen,

And you’re not here to share it

For you died so many years ago.

(the year before we reached two thousand).

But the fifteenth rolls around

And somehow sounds a chord inside me.

This year happens to be

Pesach, Easter;

Easy to remind myself.

You would have been one hundred nine –

Not unattainable

As age today.

But still you went celestially.

I hope you’re happy

As I wish you happy birthday anyway.

So with a happy memory,

I’ll say happy goodbye

And start

A hopeful, happy day.

 

Happy Birthday, Daddy Dear 4.15.2017

Birthday Book; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

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