There’ve Always Been

  Sitting up in bed, energy-less with toothache, I suddenly wrote this.  (Well, it took a while). Boy, the mind is a miracle!

    There’ve Always Been…🧘‍♀️

There’ve always been
The laws that govern:
Judaic law that calls it God or G_d.
Laws that can be calculated,
Those that can’t.

Even if law neutron/proton and law God
Is tiny as a pea in pod,
We, a part of all this law
Have aims and goals
Built into an enormous whole
Which seers see and seers saw
And which aim/goal keeps us in awe.

Time: conundrum.
Beginning-ness, one too.
Did God begin, and is He you?
To know the mind of the Divine
Is to keep company with rules,
Existence being its such school.

There are such things as can’t be known.
We have not come from womb full-blown.
Alone and yet we’re not alone.
Yes, yet we feel we’re not alone.

The mystic in his faith says:
“God and I are one!”
A feeling become fact
Which alters act
In motive, word and thought.

Theist or non-theist
All agree that laws come first,
And how you thirst
And what you call it,
Where you go to search for all it
Is up to you.

Truth, big T will always be
In every systematic study
Of the sciences, religions and philosophy –
Yet still remain a mystery.

There’s always been
A space, pure energy and matter;
Countless atoms, specks within
All species living in the clatter
Of a being-ness that’s born
And goes, yet comes again.
God or not,
The rules and names are all we’ve got
And these have always been.
There’ve Always Been3.25.2019 To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Seeing Globally🌎

Seeing life events,
The personal, the distant
Perceiving universally
Changes forces and the focus
Of your conversations;
Synapses of mind and brain,
The body parts involved in same,
The long term
And the goodness knows what else.
All global hints of sameness,
Hints at Oneness universal
Every tint of hint, but probable.
Nice isn’t it!

Seeing Globally 2.22.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin


Seeng Globally 2.22.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Copycats (revised version)

COPYCATS ALL: AN ODE TO PEP YOU ✍️ revised version

We’re copycats all – and it’s healthy.

Coins have double sides, so naturally, 

One can spend months, years, just days
Courting the wrong face of pennies.
It can’t matter.

Everything we do is cluttered;

(slightly, very, copiously, lots)
The moment’s mind-state fixing choice.
So give your voice to instinct’s sense
That does so matter
As you climb the human ladder,
Mindful of each phase’s border;
Copying what touches, reaches,
Even from the cheapest bleachers.
As you climb the steps.
This tiny ode is here to pep you.

Copycats All: An Ode To Pep You 1.24.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You

   Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You✍️

We’re copycats all – and it’s so healthy.
Coins have double sides, so naturally,
One can spend many
Months or years or days
Courting the wrong face of the penny.
It can’t matter,
Mistakes are clutter we must make,
The moment’s mind-state fixing choice.
So give voice to the instinct’s intuition.

As you climb the human ladder
Keep in mind that no phase lasts forever,
Copying what reaches you, which touches you.
As you climb the steps
This tiny ode is here to pep you.

Copy Cats All: An Ode To Pep You 1.24.2019 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

No Protective Language or, A Call To Arms

No Protective Language or, A Call To Arms🎭

I have no protective language.
No words I can hide behind,
No phrase at hand,
No pretence grand
To hide intention, e’en pretension.
Always nude or even crude,
Yet heart and other parts refining of themselves
Like elves
Inside a magic factory.

I watch the interviews on TV daily:
Interviewer and -viewee;
Euphemism down to fingertip,
Softening, evading all,
The small, the big,
With rigged-up truths
Too deep or hard to say
Said in the slickest often quickest way.
Does it pay?

Abe Lincoln said,
(bless his right-minded, honest head)
“You can fool all of the people some of the time,
Some of the people all of the time,
But you can’t fool all of the people all of the time”
I represent the some and all.

Or to paraphrase with Corwin grace:
“Now and then
You can fool women, can fool men;
You can fool almost everyone,
Even screw the guileless few.
But you can’t play or
Get away with hanky-panky every time –
A swanky, cranky, squirming, worm
Every minute of each day.”
Unvarnished truth’s not built that way.”

Disguise, deny – a lie’s a lie.
Disinformation, figment of imagination,
Lying’s at the speaker’s root:
A suit of armour made of soot.

Be gallant, truthful, careful –
There’s a cesspool out there.
Better not to rot
In dream-filled reams of word,
But face the world
With unprepared, sometimes mistaken
Ways of talkin’.

No Protective Language 1.3.2019 Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Circling Round Everything #2 2018

Circling Round Everything #2

What a charming happenstance!
Happy chance!
Twenty eighteen, book eighteen.
To get this out,
What will it be about?
Don’t know,
But I’ve been crowing
Like a maniac, a lunatic;
Known in better circles as enthusiastic,
Crazy about poetry –
Let us say, creating it.

The whole year long, as good as daily:
Unpretentious, chatty, gayly,
Full of idiom and slang,
Language common, language spoken,
Token jargon,
Arlene Corwin’s origin.

Yet like Dante Alighieri,
Layered: yin and yang,
Intense and prescient
Yet detached. Discerning,
Simple, perspicacious, riotous
Funny and absurd;
At times, confessionally worried.

All year long, I’ve pierced balloons
In order to expel delusions,
The illusions duping us.
Book eighteen
Circles around everything
That’s One at bottom.

Circling Round Everything #2 12.7, 2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Never Out Of Season

Never Out Of Season* 😇🌈

Such a phrase!
What, just what is never that?
We’ll start:
Good wishes, beauty,
Appetising dishes,
Sweetly carried out: a duty
Carried through with loving care
Because it’s there
And just because…

What else in force?
Love, of course
Reinforced by ceaseless acts
Of kindness, generous in fact
And deed,
Not a hint of ego greed.

Countless actions,
Motivations, efforts
Making sport and adding play
Unto the day’s awakening
Until its sleep has taken you
To slumberland.

Never out of season:
Self-evolution: Christian
Or Confucian,
Or the distribution
Of the thousand doctrines
Of belief;
The thousand art forms in relief.

Such a seasoning!
The spice that adds deliciousness
To reasoning, behind which nothing’s won,
All good’s begun, is done,
And whereupon
All undertaking’s turned into a kind of fun.
Never out of season
Is all wish filled with compassion.

*phrase suggested by Robert Kowynia
Never Out Of Season 12.6.2018 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Get These Offers

I Get These Offers📚✍️

Week by week I get these offers.
Promises whose fluff
Assures a writer stuff
That’s not exactly useless
But expensive and illusionary.

It takes time to make a name.
A name that lasts,
Is fast and fastened
In the hearts and minds.

There’s really no success
That’s instantaneous.
It is skill that must be owned
And grown –
Which skill takes seasons,
Brilliance honed,
The phases gone through
To develop worthiness,
True value.

Be authentic always, all ways.
Don’t be rushed.
Move slowly, without haste,
Not wasting precious time
On offers ego-full but profitless.

Offers there will always be.
Onuses too: three,
Four, five and six…
Get your kicks
From filling coffers with
A creativity that genuinely sticks
For always.

I Get These Offers 11.30.2018 I Is Always We Is You; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Prophet Almost Never Profits (In His Own Home Town)

The phrase came through at a sleepless 3am.  Couldn’t resist, of course. 

A Prophet Almost Never  Profits  (In His Own Home Town) 

Friends have a view of you

That’s partly/seldom/never true.

Take a man and wife:

Seldom on each other’s wavelength.

Keep evolving.

Don’t expect applause;

Expectoration maybe (sadly).

Character and person what it is, you can’t

Require anyone to understand.

Keep evolving.


No one knows but you – perhaps a chosen few,

The depth of insight you impart.

You’re not a braggart.

Keep evolving.


Laugh, live, giving all you can.

Need no recognition,

Recognition the illusion!

History and legend

Tell the fatal end of

Jesuses and Joans of Arc,

Inventors, artists, scientists…

The lists go on.


So, misinterpreted, wise, good,

Relax and keep on getting better,

Without one small letter

Of desire for validation 

Or a single commendation. 


Friends you grew with, 

Kin you played with,

Neighbours living right next door

Will always house a poor and limited 

Idea of you, since all idea

Is mere


Keep evolving.


Learn this precept and relax.

Cut the bands with thinking’s axe.

Stretching, changing, giving out

The best you’re got,

And like the laughing Buddha,

In your secret philosophic hall,

Call to lips a prophet’s ha, ha, ha! 

And go on being prophet.

A Prophet Almost Never Profits… 11.21.2018 Circling Round Reality;To The Child Mystic II; Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Finding Out The Truth

Another one of those days on a roll.  Wait until you see the next poem coming up. I Like To Wash The Dishes.  

      Finding Out The Truth📚
         (the simplest of tips)
What else is there in vigour’s  plan?
What is the purpose and design?
To find out who you are,
And carry out the findings
(Near and far) because you care –
That’s all you have midst all around,
The ground of you, your guiding star.
So you search, release and gather;
Hopefully to reach a peace
Consistent, constant, rather 
Than the daily scurry of damned worry
That insists on taking lead, being your guide,
Giving the days a heaviness
That ought not be,
The outer world always a mess.
Worry dams and damns unquestionably, 
Clearly and Inevitably!
Find your tastes, your gifts, your wastes.
Stick to your guns
Yet giving in that extra ounce 
That makes you flexible,
Yes, humble.
Strangely, paradoxically,
Although you are one of a kind,
You are a part of mankind –
All the same except for name
And form and place:
Yes, yes, part of the human race. 
You are alone,
But can’t accomplish this alone.
(another puzzling contradiction).
Solitary in the bath, on toilet,
In components of your colon –
Yet, you cannot get
To truth and Truth (big T)
Without help from society.
Anyway, before this poem
Becomes a tome,
This poet leave you with a line:
Finding truth’s the whole shebang!
Finding Out The Truth 11.19.2018 Circling Round Reality; Nature in & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

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