Internet Down

           Internet Down
My Internet’s been downed
Like copters in the movie
Black Hawk Down. Not really.
A childish melodrama that speaks
Of need and weakness.
The company that charges
For the privilege of barging into planetary life
Has sold itself to one – more rich and more far-reaching.
Dependent wretch,
I’ll have to pay the higher rates. They hold the reins.

There being glitches in the starting up.
This gap a slap in Arlene’s face,
But missing Wikipedia and mail,
I’ve let them nail me.
Waiting for the Flash drive USB
To come, but gosh and golly,
It’s a four-day holiday.
The post has lost more days
(the post is slow in any case).
The therapy?
I’ve had to muse on facelessness and vanity.

A week of absence
From the Web-based
Superhighway cyberspace,
Digitally online
Will be fine –
A rest from showing off the ego;
A real place in real space;
One’s fancied expectations
Where you know deep down
That not one of the bodies out there
Really care,
But you.


Internet Down 6.4.2017
Small Stories; Circling Round Reality; Pure Nakedness; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

Saying Political Things

               Saying Political Things

 

I suddenly find myself

Saying political things.

A president who has a name

That pumps out rhymes that rhyme with stump and thump and clump

So numerous, so humorous you try in vain

To stifle sniggering, giggling, trying to abstain

That is, when you are not afraid of what comes next,

(What, whose head will come undone on any pretext.)

I, who never had opinions of significance inside my head,

Find that I am sitting up in bed

Watching the news,

The countless views,

And find I’ve got some too!

The boohoo, screw you kind, and views about:

Is North Korea bad or mad?

Why is the crime rate rising?

Is it rising?

Not the least surprised

If it goes either way.

And so I say,

It’s unexpected to discover

Arlene Corwin (former Nover)

Faltering and altering, but taking stance,

Dancing around matters of importance,

Though they may be comical to you,

Positing her new-found thoughts political.

 

Saying Political Things 5.29.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

A Faster Cleanup


I’ve watched the documentaries,

Read the news and watched TV.

I wish I weren’t ordinary,

More pedestrian than I would wish to be,

Surrendering to traps of

Entertainment for diversion –

All those mediocre pastimes I accuse the herd

Of needing, and I shan’t excuse my nerdy being

Leaning on that chestnut ‘will is strong but flesh is weak’.

So before you puke I’ll speak

And say, we need a faster cleanup.

 

Plastic on the ocean bottoms,

Record heats and floods and rain.

Deserts spreading, Arctic’s melting: symptoms

Of the odium of inhumane

Expansions everywhere you look:

The Book of Crooked Modern-day,

Modernity’s last supper.

So, we need a faster cleanup

Mr. Trump

and all the others.

 

A Faster Cleanup 5.27.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Building Walls

To build a wall beside your neighbor,

(though he be not dearest neighbor) –

Build a wall to hide your neighbor

And to hide yourself,

Is wrong as wrong can be.

Don’t you agree?

 

What neighbor has no overflow?

Is not magnifico?

Has not a folk to which we owe

Our history: our languages, our citizenry, heroes and mythology;

Poverty an un-destroy-able

“The poor are always with us” still, will always be.

 

What neighbor doesn’t ebb and flow,

Fail then grow?

He next store or ‘cross the border.

Not our job to build a fort

Against a fancied enemy.

 

Building Walls 5.22.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin;

 

 

To All The Criminals IN The World


What will you do with all the money that you steal?

Such frivolous ambition, such shallow drive!

To feel alive? A fancy meal?

Believe me there are better things to make life real.

Designer clothes, a fancy house?

Lots of sex to prove that you are more than mouse?

What’s wrong with you?

You’re gonna die. We all just do.

 

What in heaven’s name (or hell)?

Greed just makes you small and smell –

The whole ambition yellow.

 

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more –

Their more is less. They’re glamor-less!

Not to speak of pain you cause:

The drain of pain,

The chain of pain you deign to cause!

What can I say?

You betray what human beings’s meant to be:

Nice, kind, with generosity

Abounding in all thought and deed,

All energy, all conduct and activity.

 

To all the thieves and villains,

All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,

You’re not the fancy pants you think you are – or aim to be.

So I repeat, believe you me,

It’s all so hare-brained. Wait and see!

You will wake up one day agreeing.

 

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

From Popularity (comes danger)

             From Popularity…

             (comes danger)

From popularity comes hazard,

Risk of peril,

Boy or girl at danger’s call.

From anonymity comes shelter:

No one knowing you at all.

 

Every country loves its tourists –

Bridges, tunnels… easy access;

Weapons, drugs,

Lawbreakers, thugs:

In short, new foes;

New secret foes that no one knows.

From popularity come woes.

 

Self-imposed expansion low.

Moderation is the answer,

Modesty the balancer

Of friendliness

And isolation.

 

From Popularity 4.17.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

I’m Lucky

    I’m Lucky

I’m lucky.

I don’t have to earn my living as a poet.

But I have to write it.

 

No reward to energize,

No prize,

No monetary chance for status,

Fame the same;

A nano-chance to spread my name.

And yet, and yet,

Out of the air

Ideas occur.

And while I sit or lie or stand

Wholly unplanned,

Forced, driven

Structure, meter as yet hidden –

To seek pad and pen

With no predicting what and when

Will come to mind,

Inside the thing,

Inside the process of the writing.

 

It is as if some muse takes over

Former Arlene Faith Nover,

Improvising from said air

Ideas she never knew were there.

What could be luckier?

Silly couplets, sometimes deep,

Forms arriving from the beep of spontaneity.

How lucky can one be!

 

I’m Lucky 4.12.2017

Pure Nakedness; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

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