My Yoga Girls

       My Yoga Girls

My yoga girls are over fifty;

Nifty, flexible and strong.

They’ll live a long, long life, I’m sure,

All striving to discover who they are,

Where, what their star,

Their own par-

ticular

And special star.

 

They’re wonderful, their aim my aim.

My yoga girls are reaching

And a reason for my teaching,

It so satisfying and exciting,

Dare I say delighting

And delightful.

 

We don’t bother with the Sanskrit names,

A game I used to be involved in.

It is yoga in the everyday,

With tools around to play around with

Everywhere, even while watching Wednesday’s matinee.

 

Table, chair, each surface in the house:

Tub, floor, door, bed –

No jot can stop the focus

For a body use:

All excuses to expand the head,

Find mind in muscle, skin and bone,

Synapse, neuron, hormone.

All alive and full of jive.

 

When I speak of yoga,

My technique and yoga,

And my little clique of yoga girls

Nothing makes me happier.

 

My Yoga Girls 3.4.2017

Circling Round Baths II; Circling Round Yoga II; Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Funny Autobiographical Thoughts

In 1966 I burned my bra –

Haven’t worn one since,

Content with what God gave me once;

No plastic boobs, no silly-cone nonsense

Standing up when l lie down –

A thought I find amusing

To be added to when musing;

Funny mem’ries such as these

Will carry on as they occur –

Which they will I’m sure.

Bubbling up unceasingly.

(to be continued in the future).

 

Funny Autobiographic Thoughts 12.4.2016

Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Woman II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Facial Hairs Mystify

Facial hairs mystify,

Growing how and where they will,

Which partly sheds light on reason why

They call it, willy-nilly.

 

White, black, silky, coarse,

All on the selfsame surface –

Growing inward, shooting up and outward!

It’s ridiculous!

At times I curse the space

They call the face.

It shows no logic.

It’s not magic, not strategic,

But some feeble plan of nature,

Some chaotic plan inscrutable

Whose structure is a stricture

On a want of one thing or another.

Keeping tweezer handy

Without ever understanding,

I surrender

To a power

Higher than…

And I give in,

Say a prayer for some unwitting sin

I must be paying for.

Follicles win

Hands down, I mean,

Face down.

 

Facial Hairs Mystify 10.15.2016

Circling Round Nature II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Vanities II, Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

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I Like Looking Like A Boy

I like looking like a boy.

Those massive locks

That locked in looks

From boys and men –

Well, that was then

And now is now.

 

I’ve thrown out needs

And taken in

Convenience, suitability

Which looks as nice – e’en twice as nice

To those bystanders’ gawking shoulders

(Appeal’s molder in the eyes

Of the beholder),

 

Now it’s time for short and neat,

Just as cute

When coexisting with a sweet,

Kind, loving nature;

Character,

Persona’s self charisma

Which as hypnotic, gives off honey’s own melisma,*

Charm’s attraction which,

If used correctly

Does more good

Than all the ringlets ever could.

*a group of notes sung to one syllable of text.

 

I Like Looking Like A Boy 11.24.2016

Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II;Circling Round Woman II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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