Circling Round Everything #2 2018

Circling Round Everything #2
2018🌝🌚🎭🌠⏳📚

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,
Devotee!
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.
Thus,
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.
And…

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

Projection.

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

That Instead Of Why

That Instead Of Why🤔
(Gosh, I wish a Facebook entry had the possibility of italics. If it does, I can’t find it. Forgive me reader. You’ll just have to put the emphasis on what you will).
But do, do read it. It’s an indispensable concept.

THAT Instead of WHY✍️

It is an old Buddhistic view
(Or so I’ve read).
So, what I say is nothing new
(as I sit up in bed
reflecting
Over life’s significance –
And it’s technique.
Life is the dance – a dance
Of ‘now’ and ‘change’, its ‘change’ in ‘now’,
The ever-now the ‘is’ of all;
The ‘always change’ the part that is
The core dynamic, a-romantic,*
‘Now’ being both force and static.
Think about it.

Life is ‘that’ instead of ‘why’.
There’s always ‘why’
But ‘why’ takes mental time away
From what is happening,
Is actual, transpiring, arising, being…
Why is downright tiring.

The moral is to not spend time in questioning,
But throw yourself into the acting,
Focussing on what’s in you
As world goes round,
As life flies by,
As outer problems grow and sigh.

Life is ‘that’ and what gives meaning,
Life is that which shows the way:
Yours, no other’s.
Therefore don’t be smothered by
Analysis. The truth will show
In every choice your mind gives voice to.

That is what your inner knows
In its capacity to grow.
An inner guide and light bulb glowing
In each juncture of the maze of days
You spend on terra’s firma: Praise
It all!

(‘a-‘ meaning the prefix not).

That Instead Of Why 11.3.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Never Corwin

A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios

In light go all the heartrendingly serious problems I’ve been writing about lately, I decided to write and enter another side of things.

A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios♏️

This is a poem to cover
All we Scorpios alive or not.
In case you didn’t know,
We are a special lot –

‘Cover’ means:
Envelop and enfold, embody and embrace.
We are lovers
And the charming-est of ‘race’..
(of course I’m not impartial).

We are: fixed, we don’t change easily.
We must learn flexibility.
And mixed: Our colors brown and black,
Deep red/maroon;
Our rulers; Pluto, Mars, Uranus, Moon.
We’re born between:
Oct. 23 – Nov. 22
This poem’s for me, this poem’s for you.

We are the highest and the lowest:
So you ‘knowest’, we are:
Forceful and intuitive, passionate, magnetic.
Lovers,
We are great survivors.
BUT, we’re also jealous and possessive,
Wilful, secretive, compulsive and obsessive.

Make sure you choose the best;
Turn secrets to transparency…
Watch out for all the rest.

Believer in the mystic all/ material
One or the other/none of these
You are a sister, brother, father, mother
Therefore, take astrology with ease
And live with love, and how you please.

A Lighthearted Poem For All We Scorpios 10.31.2018
I Is Always We Is You; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

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