The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards

11 Feb 2019 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, a sense of the ridiculous II, our times our cultureII, swedish book

The Whole of Sweden’s Wearing Beards

The whole of Sweden wears a beard.
Dare I say weird?
To go around all day un-sheared!
That, combined with bods tattooed:
Chest, breast, throat
And not a centimeter nude
(As made in God’s good world).
I am confused.
A new prosthetic? Possibly.
Aesthetic? Frequently.
A thing to lean upon,
Confirm an ego and/or vanity
That ought to go,
But no, it can’t,
The tattoo being permanent!
Beards! What are they there for?
To hide the origin of doubled chin – one just beginning?
Arctic winter?
Saving shaving?
What’s it for?
Why would one want one hair more!

I wouldn’t want to kiss a beard:
Whirly, curly,
Itchy, scratchy…
None a match for girlie me.
They’re dominating TV;
Interviewers, program leaders.
All I want are clean-cut readers.

One day someone just appeared
And pioneered a new grown beard.
A new veneer
Had filled the sphere: a fad was born;
The bearded fashion was in action.

I am waiting till it passes,
And the fashion turns to glasses
Or an emphases on ar___s.
Who can say?
The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards 6.17.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Good Ethic

05 Jan 2019 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2019, doggerel, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

As is often the case, I found this idea on a scrap – started and unfinished some time ago. I’ve whittled it down to a simplistic piece called in a file Defiant Doggerel. A would-be collection one day.
A Good Ethic😇

We have to have leaders with ethics of principle;
High-minded leaders: – examples to all;
Who, rather than break their word
Would, if the circumstance calls for it,
Willing, would fall on predicament’s sword.

With lava and tidal waves, cracks in the earth
Hurricanes, heavy rains gnawing their teeth,
Present or pre-set
What’s needed to de-threat this chain of mortality
Right from the start is a change in morality
Right from the heart.

It doesn’t take much to decide not to cheat.
Leaders unreachable and unimpeachable –
Suddenly ‘peachable.
Leaders corruptible,
Promptly susceptible –
Leaders who grumble, who tweet and who bleat:
It doesn’t take much to make tsars obsolete.

No matter the creed
A principled ethic is all that we need.

A Good Ethic 1.5.2019 Defiant Doggerel; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Welcoming 2019 2nd (better) draft

31 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2019, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

To those of you who either don’t have Facebook, never go to my site (Arlene Corwin Poetry.com) or have anything to do with poetry, I send you this thoughtful but quickly written welcome into the new year. (There’s something sublimely didactic in me that comes out when writing. I think it’s a good thing). The simple rhymes will make it easy for everyone.
Love,
Arlene💕

Welcoming 2019🧘‍♀️🌈

When everything around is going fast to hell,
We owe it to ourselves to ring out every bell inside (ourselves)
Feel well inside, to ride it out
With cheer and hope,
Not saying ‘nope’ nor moping
In a state
Of negativity.

Let’s pop the cork of generosity;
Philanthropy with common sense and insight,
Making right the wrongs not -out but inside.
Face the new year with old wisdoms.
Every culture has, knew, knows them
Through the sages of the ages.

Let us not to be harmed by karma’s laws.
Past causes always swallowed up by Time;
Let’s sow new seeds as yet unsown
For we, the generators
Are creators
And the future is unknown.

Out with scum, the humdrum, and the dumb
Caught up in day by day.
The busy-ness of nothingness
Is not for us.

As said before,
Let’s greet the year
With hope and cheer
Despite clear omens of the climes
And sheer despair
Of scattering diaspora from native homelands,
And, and, and – and, and.

In between,
Let’s welcome in
Twenty nineteen
Taking care
To make clean air
(for air is everywhere).

Blessings and good luck!

Welcome 2019 1.1.2019 Our Culture Our Times II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Welcoming 2019

31 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2019, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

Welcoming 2019🧘‍♀️🌈

When everything around is going fast to hell,
We owe it to ourselves to ring out
Every bell inside ourselves,
Feel well inside, to ride it out
With cheer and hope,
Not saying ‘nope’ nor moping
In a state
Of negativity.

Let’s pop the cork of generosity;
Philanthropy with common sense and insight,
Making right the wrongs not -out but inside first.

Face the new year with old wisdoms.
Every culture has, knew, knows them
Through the sages of their ages.

Let us not to be harmed by karma’s laws.
Past cause always swallowed up by Time;
Let’s sow new seeds as yet unsown
For we, the generators
Are creators
And the future is unknown.

Out with scum, the humdrum, and the dumb
Caught up in day by day.
The busy-ness of nothingness
Is not for us.

As said before,
Let’s greet the year
With hope and cheer
Despite clear omens of the climes
And sheer despair
Of scattering diaspora from native homelands,
And, and, and – and, and.

In between,
Let’s welcome in
Twenty nineteen
Taking care
To make clean air
(for air is everywhere).

Blessings and good luck!

Welcome 2019 1.1.2019 Our Culture Our Times II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Year’s End Poetry

30 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

Year’s End Poetry

Moments

It’s always you,
And all you do
Consists of moments:
Breathing, eating, acting and deciding –
Moments, nothing more;
The moment’s store
Become the whole of you
And yet continue.
Think about it and take care,
Aware of every undertaking.
Brush each tooth for life and death.
Save the earth with each decision.
Leave derision
From,
And to,
And of
The mockers and the Trumps at home.
Each moment is your own.

Moments 12.30.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Lazinesses

Have you ever noticed
How abstract and hard it is
To recognise a laziness;
So sneaky is the quality.
You’re fetching something from the pantry.
Purged a shelf from unused cans,
Pushed a dozen tins aside
When you decide,
“Well, I’ll leave this and that and t’other.
Too much bother!”
So the custard powder stays as is:
Is front just where you didn’t want it.
This means that the new baked beans
Which bought en masse, the price reduced
Are shrouded and obscured – again.
The daily looked-for, hard discerned and
Doubly hard to lay one’s hands on.
Laziness has won.

Lazinesses 12.30.2018 Nature In & Of Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

Being Remembered #1&#2

15 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, our times our cultureII, the processes II, Uncategorized Tags:

Being Remembered ✍️🧘‍♀️📚#1

How would you like to be remembered?
Do you leave a name unblemished?
It seems to be today’s decor
That it is fame one’s going for:
Instant fame and more, more, more.

Life affirming while you’re living:
Your ambition:
Do you listen?
Does it have humility as spark?
Candidness, the best of trademarks?
Honesty, transparency?
A structure or a stricture?
Does the structure have self-knowledge
And the willingness to say “I’m wrong”?
A part of songs you wish to sow?

Bona fide fame comes slowly.
Doesn’t last if it comes fast.
Real work lurks in its background:
Lack of vanity to say you’re ‘so-so’
And indifference to fiasco.

But the trend is chasing marathons,
Traveling to distant lands,
Building ships on sinking sands
In lands where lava sleeps
And water ever creeps
Onto small isles that tremble.
Be remembered.

Be remembered
As the good go-getter for a better
World, the ground
Of future fertile worth
Whose girth is round.

Being Remembered 10. 9.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;

Being Remembered🧘‍♀️✍️📚 #2

I wouldn’t mind being remembered;
Wouldn’t mind having an influence.
Must it be vanity?
It doesn’t feel ike vanity,
More like a sanity,
It being more a pyre to prepare a sharing,
Maybe teach ongoing insight
With its own ongoing fire
From the knowledge that I’m small,
Don’t know it all,
A pulse and impulse from within that shouts,
Will out,
Beat quietly in word,
Wanting somehow to be heard
When I myself have died all dead.

Being Remembered 12.14.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Christmas Greeting: You’re Never Alone

12 Dec 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

Dear anyone of any religion, any holiday – anytime during the year. For you.
Love,
Arlene

A Christmas Greeting🎄🧘‍♀️⛄️
(Thoughts inspired by the fact of the many that are alone at Christmas.)

You’re Never Alone

I’ve written you are born, live, die alone:
A bubble, unit, oneness, monad.
On the toilet, in the bed, trillion atoms in your head
“United by their filaments to form a group.”*
Now I tell you otherwise.
Is what I said illusionized?
The truth of it
Sits in the multi-size
Of Word.

I’ve said we are a monad, one;
A simple entity such as an atom or a person.**

This being true on every level:
Biochemical, cerebral
We but grope, we hope, we soap ourselves
In suds of sorrow – isolated.

Whoosh, it’s but to alter view,
Idea’s perspective.
There’s a commonness t’ween me and you.
You’re capable of doing it,
Our minds determining what truth we see.

Accompanied by company
Or vague, irrational ‘aloneness in a crowd’;
Unseen or seen, silent, loud
It is our minds that form reality.

People care.
They’re there
Somewhere and everywhere
To touch your arm, take your despair,
Create endorphin, oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin:
Collectively the Happy Hormone***
Giving capability to, ‘Happy to be on your own’
Joined synapses, neurotransmitters
In a happy get together,
Body/soul a whole lot better!

*Botanical reference
** See Leibniz.
***proven fact.
A Christmas Greeting 12,9,2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Like To Wash The Dishes

19 Nov 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, a sense of the ridiculous II, our times our cultureII Tags:

       I Like To Wash The Dishes😇

I haven’t got a family

Of five or six or twelve.

I like to dive and delve

into the soapy water,

Hands bacterially free and pure,

Warm and clean;

What others buy machines for,

I have got the time for.

i don’t mind the slime or

Plates, knives, forks

That leave the table veggie stuck,

Glasses filled with unknown yuck…

 

I used to mind

But then I found

That washing every dish by hand

Gives opportunity to bend the knees, 

Stand on toes,

Think in poetry or prose

(just like this here)

An opportunity to spread good cheer,

And possibility 

To see  things differently,

A different angle

Spurred on by some wash-dish angel.

Isn’t that bodacious!*

That is why 

I like to wash and dry

The daily dishes.

*bodacious; a kind of slang meaning simply terrific or wonderful!

I Like To Wash The Dishes 11.19.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

14 Nov 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

        Paradise Lost (Can’t Let It Go)😔🌈

Can’t let it go – not yet –

When bodies burnt

Are yet to be detected.

I, infected

By the sweat, the heat, 

The still existent rainless threat. 

 

Might that not be metaphor

For Milton’s fall of man?*

A stopgap setback: temporary,

Conflagration momentary:

Decrease following expansion. 

 

A balloon 

Must always pop

Out in and on itself,

It is the law; 

Fast or slow

(for things take time),

Regrowth following again.

A cycle starting,

Cycles that can never end,

The winds of time determining…

 

Since you and I live only now

(as far as we, the planetary

                   Lilliputians know)

It’s always now for us to care for;

Never certain of the future.

 

Most of us avoid the four pronged syllable;

Spi-rit-u-al.

Maybe time has shown up

To take them on our lips,

The ‘ups’

Beginning to be ‘downs’.

 

I don’t mean to make literal demands on the reader, but Paradis Lost was an epic poem by John Milton published in 1667.  It is a metaphor for the fall and rise/ again of man. (See Google)

Paradise Lost 11.14.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Born Without The Empathy Gene

11 Nov 2018 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2018, circling round nature II, our times our cultureII, Uncategorized Tags:

Born Without The Empathy Gene😔
 
Forests, buildings in all forms,
Serving every kind of need;
Pets and animals on farms,
Insects, birds of every breed,
Large four-legged wild things
Who can but walk and jump and spring:
Gone!
In heated breathing pain!
 
Then there’s one I shall not name
Who blames the what…. the very victim!
Too inadequate to chat about.
Too awful when the world’s in shock.
Impossible to justify but not take stock of:
A commander of the hour and all that,
Condemning policies
Intended to save ALL that breathes.
Impossible to comprehend
That one who, closeup, sees an end
Can send out messages of blame…
 
If there’s a gene for empathy’s ability
To share the feelings of another;
Feelings of and for misfortunes
Other than beloved mother,
Then the pathos em- and sym-pathy seem absent
In a president
Of of such a land that needs no mention,
The intention not to put a voodoo
On you probably know who.
 
For I, a mini- no one
Filled with an em- and sym-
Down to my colon
Cry with all the torment and affliction,
Trauma and despair of all the beings there
Where nothing can be done.
Last urgent line:
Pray for everyone!.🧘‍♀️
 
Born Without The Empathy Gene 11.11.2018 Out Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 

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