No One’s Gonna Do It If You Don’t Do It Yourself

No One’s Gonna Do It If You Don’t Do It Yourself

Be it yoga, exercise or writing,

Cooking, cleaning, take-delight-in;

Money might give luxury –

And that’s ok,

Since you give work away

To somebody

To feed his or her family.

However, theme still meant,

Not taking back the thought behind,

The title holds as poem unfolds:

 

No one’s wiping your behind,

Maintaining vigor or your mind.

No one’s there to think your thought,

Determine what you should or ought,

Emerge, come out, erupt, unfold,

Take care of parts becoming old.

No one will mature but you.

Nothing in the world will change

Except for you, that being all that you can do.

 

The world outside may set in motion

Trends – in war and in religion,

Ideas in you you’d like get done.

It is, will always be your job to turn

Days into [loving, peaceful] fun.

Your attitudes, expanded, broadened;

Yours to make life two in one:

From work to play, from tears to un-

derstanding.

 

So, in gratitude for plentitude,

That comes from self-reliance,

Make sure that you keep in mind,

No one’s gonna do it

If you don’t do it yourself.

No One’s Gonna Do It If You Don’t Do It Yourself 1.5.2018 I Is Always You Is We;

                                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brain, Give Me The Answers

       Brain, Give Me The Answers

Does this sound too much like prayer?

A little red-faced,

Weakness in my psyche.

Embarrassed ‘cause it’s not like me,

One feels the hypocrite:

I, who stake

My life on ‘God, who makes not one mistake’,

And here I sit,

Baby-ish,

Asking to change destiny –

At least push it my way.

Shame, shame on me!

 

I’ve got to wait –

Just like all others.

Meditate,

Reject my druthers,

Concentrate.

(I’m poor at that).

Be grateful for the goods I’ve got

(and that includes MyQ

and its capacities))

 

Nonetheless, addressing you,

Dear self so true,

We have a pact

(And that’s a fact)

So if you will cooperate,

I’ll wait

Until who knows, the whimsicality of fate

Is ripe: propitious, and/or generous

And brain-wise,

Advantageous.

 

Brain, Give Me The Answers 8.24.2017

Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

I Am So Grateful [Anybody Reads this Stuff]

I Am So Grateful [Anybody Reads This Stuff]

 I am so grateful anybody reads this stuff.

Exasperated that most others don’t.

And even with an inner miff

I carry on, pushed by an inner drift,

(some would add an inner gift)

Ambition not my motivation.

 

A brainstorm popping from wherever popping up pops up from.

You will recall it’s happened to you all;

You know, thoughts over which you’d no control.

And yet you thought them, acted out on

Drives beyond what’s called

Free will. 

 

So, am I grateful or detached?

Dispassionate, disinterested, crosshatched?

Standing alone from strength

Yet obstinate from weakness’ lack of confidence.

I’m sure of this:  the length

Of life that’s left to me,

I will persist in poetry.

(One must

When it lies in the guts)

Tampering with syntax, spelling, yummy slang,

Choice aesthetics in good taste/

Choices crappy and a waste;

Writing with a rhythmic sense,

Caring very much for tense,

But not for meters recherché;

I, utmost mystic and most earthy:

Quelle dichotomy!

Hypocrisy?  No, contrast only!

 I am grateful for and to the one

That read Ms Corwin.

 

I Am So Grateful 11.14.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; I Is Always We Is You; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Writing For The Universe

       I’m Writing For The Universe

 I’m writing for the universe;

No man or woman, special group.

I’d hope you understand this,

Aim, a statement/thought

Encompassing the concrete and abstract.

The philosophic reaching out

To turn into endeavors

Which depend on character

Which finds itself in x conditions,

In you, out you;

Efforts too,

All undertakings the result

Of birth and genes and chance surroundings.

(is this dance really just chance?)

Special needs abound within the needs of all:

The ego, vanities, the strengths, the skills;

Bad, good, dark, light,

Mediocre and the bright –

A sameness sewn in rich arrays

Of hims and hers,

A one which covers,

Pierces through the universe.

I’m writing for it all, the All, the Goal.

In short, the whole,

Myself included.

I’m Writing For The Universe 11.10.2017

Nature Of & In Reality; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin

Days Of Distraction

  Days Of Distraction: The List

What can they be?

They seem to go on endlessly.

Helping out a friend in need;

Finding ways to heed the need(s)

Of several needy friends in need.

Ignoring things that might be done,

Might be some fun

And useful monetarily.

Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.

Structure: that’s one key.

Thinking practically; harmony.

Priority to me, myself and I.

 

Life is simple.

Roof, warmth, food –

Summed up sample of the simple,

Which gives ample time

To carry out the other,

‘Other’ meaning tools which further

Happiness and satisfaction.

 

Paying bills and buying,

Days of duty and temptation;

Stress and tension:

‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.

 

What to do about this ‘dream’,

For dream it is.

This is a list and not a scheme;

Not a plan nor stratagem.

Read and think, find out!

The answer lies in nought but thee.

(That’s you and me).

You’ll see

what works.*

 

Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;

Arlene Corwin

*Chatted with my ‘English rose’ of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things.  It inspired these little reflections. 

It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You.  By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somone Out There Needs This

So you write!

So I write,

Trying hard to say it right,

Forthright but kind:

Trying hard to find the word

That does not hurt

But flirts and heals,

Feels universal

By some sort ‘you’

Who needs it then

At just that moment.

For

There’s always someone out there

Who needs what you have to say.

 

Someone Out There Needs This 9.26.2017

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

Brain, Give Me The Answers

Does this sound too much like prayer?

A little red-faced,

Weakness in my psyche.

Embarrassed ‘cause it’s not like me,

One feels the hypocrite:

I, who stake

My life on ‘God, who makes not one mistake’,

And here I sit,

Baby-ish,

Asking to change destiny –

At least push it my way.

Shame, shame on me!

 

I’ve got to wait –

Just like all others.

Meditate,

Reject my druthers,

Concentrate.

(I’m poor at that).

Be grateful for the goods I’ve got

(and that includes MyQ

and its capacities))

 

Nonetheless, addressing you,

Dear self so true,

We have a pact

(And that’s a fact)

So if you will cooperate,

I’ll wait

Until who knows, the whimsicality of fate

Is ripe: propitious, and/or generous

And brain-wise,

Advantageous.

 

Brain, Give Me The Answers 8.24.2017

Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

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