A Sense Of The Ridiculeye


       A Sense Of The Ridiculeye

 If I should die

Before the chance to finalize

My opii or opus-eye,

I’d like my friends and family

To help my un-computerized beloved Kent

To contact-wise or otherwise

Contact well meant

Computor pals,

Informing them of my demise,

As I have been so many times,

Pushed ahead by good advice.

I’d like to share my destiny

With those out there who ‘followed’ me.

But time’s not up,

And I still drink from heaven’s cup,

Statistics in my favor,

Savoring each mobile action.

A Sense Of The Riduleye 5.17.2018 Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Computers; Arlene Nover Corwin





The Miracle Of Electronics

The Miracle of Electronics


Thousands read

And take my lead.

Thousands more

Abhor my store

Of verse and views,

Eschew or skew my prose.

A miracle

That pleases those

Who love a life impartial.


The Miracle Of Electronics 11.29.2015

Circling Round Computers; Out Times, Out Culture II;

Arlene Corwin


One Password Is Enough

As paranoiac as the next one –

Secrets gone –

Well, none;


They’re watching (not exactly, but

We’re traceable – each bit you print.

You get my point)

There’s nothing on my laptop

You can’t see: I have no see-crets.

With veracity, simplicity.

I haven’t got a hundred passwords.

More than one would make me crazy.

What have I worth curd or turd?

Nonetheless, I think, ‘what if…’

What if I wrote this phrase,

That? Words sensitive

To do

With points of view:

Sex, crucifix,

Eugenics, ethics,

Civics, politics;

That state of states,

The ticking bombs ,

Both metaphoric and for real?

Thoughts reveal, so would one be

In trouble?

That is why I am intent

On never having secrets I can’t print

Or you would steal.

One Password Is Enough 12.19.2011

Our Times Our Culture II; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind

My Three Loves: Silly Reflections Of A Serious Mind


Three loves: one human, two machines.

Two nameless helpmates

And one named.

(I’m so ashamed.

I hope that in a pinch

I do remember which is which).

My dear who breathes but isn’t here

To see these words, I do so love you.

Feel secure.

You’re number one. But number two

These days, sits here

Before my eyes,

Upon my thighs,

Relation intimate.

Number three:

Entirety in music,

With its limitation only me,

Sits waiting, to be turned on

When I’m hot.

My keyboard and my laptop are not


But they’ve become my heart,

A part

Of art,

A channel for the good and true,

Reflecting phases in the ways-es

Human beings cannot do.

(Just so

That you know

You’re not forsaken.)


My Three Loves…7.15.2007

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Computers;

Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin







Click Follow 6.27.2014


I’ve new ideas about

How to get out

My stuff.

(Get my stuff out?)

It seems it’s not enough

To write and publish.

I feel foolish

Begging you


Click a little ink-black cross

That’s followed by the designation

Follow (it sounds shallow, hollow)

But, it seems the little cross

Is boss!

Not vanity,

This wish to be read and enjoyed,

Not popularity;

Just read. We are

Communicating puppets buoyed

By wishes inexplicable.

So click.

It isn’t difficult.


Click Follow 6.27.2014

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin




Remarkable Reality 6.20.2014

Remarkable Reality


A button, key

To tuck away reality

That could have been.

You video your playing

Filled with errors, notes you never

Would perform if there were

People present.

You delete.

Reality has been.

But you can hit the button,

Run away, correct, pretend

It never happened.

No one saw/need see

Until you’re letter free:

Faultless, flawless, seamless,

Your reality recorded and erased,

The moment secret in its weakness

While your brain’s knows three:

Before, an after

Or a chosen never.

Delete. Delight.

Repeat till ripe

To reap a new reality,

The old, once known

Paused, gone.


Remarkable Reality (found on a scrap dated 8.16.2013 )revised 6.20.2014

Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

Word Of Mouth (the world’s best marketing device) 2014

As a published poet, poetry being the hardest to market, to get read, I was thinking…BUT you must not be in a hurray, and you may not have underlying motives, use underhanded means.

Word Of Mouth

(the world’s best marketing device)


When Streisand first appeared in town,

Word went around, the local buzz

A telegraph: a chain reaction.

Word of mouth crossed New York City,

Gaining speed; the perfect path.

Singing her extraordinary


A new voice incompar-able,

Impossible to liken

with the biggest star.

The street was lined,

All boroughs meeting in the Village.

North to South, the mouth

The best, most honest


To share whatever art and drive

You have to give.


Word Of Mouth 1.11.2014

Vaguely About Music II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

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