Peoplephobia

             Peoplephobia

You’ve heard about them all,

The misanthropes, misogynists,…

But have you heard of peoplephobes?

Detestation of a group,

Fear and loathing

Women, men, trade deals, the globe:

You-know-who – I think he’s got it.

Actions show it,

Does he know it?

Groundless, baseless,

Senseless

To the point

Of being foolish.

One who has it

Doesn’t know it,

Has not conquered anger, temper and self-interest.

All those traits of vice that simply aren’t nice!

Traits that ultimately cause destruction

Of the self and those who follow.

Hollow traits that scoff the poor,

Prizing, praising the well-off.

Leaving Latin, leaving Greek

And colloquially stated,

New created,

Peoplephobia’s the thing

For understanding would-be kings

And you-know-who,

Thanking God that it’s not you

Or me.

Which would be woeful, sorrowful and lousy.

 

Peoplephobia 10.17.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

You Can’t Have A War

    I was watching a reportage about the strong possibility of a war between Iraq and Kurdistani Kirkuk.  I don’t consider myself a political person, neither politically aware nor politically active.  But sometimes, I’m moved on a deep level at the futility of and process leading up to war.  This is one of those moments.  I went directly to the computer.

 You can’t have a war

Unless you have weapons;

You can’t have those weapons

Unless you have industries;

Can’t have an industry earning no money –

And money means profit,

For who runs an industry

That doesn’t profit –

Profit the carrot.

 

Weapons-to-profit:

The distance is multi- or many small instances

Building the one upon other,

Easy to disregard, 

Turn a blind eye to.

 

Oil or real estate,

Access to coast,

Minerals, labor:

Possession and use.

Passions’ abuse

And war is the certainty.

 

It’s terribly sad,

This fighting for terra;

A sickening error

Pretending it’s doctrine or canon or righteousness.

Overruled, conscience.

 

You can’t have a war,

Restrain it,

Unless there’s this chain of re-action,

Everyone playing his part.

It’s breaking my heart. 

Ain’t it yours?

 

You Can’t Have A War 10.14.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Pull The Plastic From The Sea

     Pull The Plastic From The Sea

 Un-political, no single placard,

Expressing view through rhyme and meter,

This appeal in un-bombastic, modest ways,

It says:

We have to save the planet.

 

All and you have heard this

Twenty thousand – at the very least –

Repeated so that

You’ve put cotton in your ears,

Forgotten all those many years

Cliché-d, near inappropriate.

 

And here I sit,

The shit increasing day by day –

This final phase,

Little me in what feels pointless.

 

Trifling, trivial, inconsequent small

Plastic forks and plastic bags –

They can’t mean much compared to wars.

Why get excited over bags, while cars

Of aging metal fill the holes,

Oils and chemicals kill corals;

Toxins all the rest.

 

Barring fishing fish for shekels,

Killing off the planet’s whales,

Slaughtering live things with scales,

Things with tails and entrails

I implore you not to put

                                     more plastic

In the growing, unavailable and sickly sea.

 

Pull The Plastic From The Sea 9.22.2017

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

Arlene Corwin

Death Is Always On My Mind

(Watching the oncoming hurricane Maria. The 2nd in two weeks – same place) 

        Death Is Always In My Mind

Death is always on my mind

In one way or another.

Lying there sneakily,

Shaking me

When something happens on TV.

All around a violence:

In the weather, in the city,

In our children, in the poverty:

Calamity.

How to stay calm lamb myself;

A question half my brain

is taken up with.

 

Hurricanes, shoulder pains,

Underlying wonderings.

Questions without answers;

Wishes not yet answered.

 

And the time!

Always the passing

Without chance of stopping;

In the stars, the planets;

In the ants & stones & plants.

Yet a cup of coffee

And the world is right.

All the worries of the night

Transformed,

And energy to right my life –

If not the world –

Uncurled –

Thus one goes forward.

 

Death Is Always On My Mind 9.19.2017

Pure Nakedness; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II:

Arlene Corwin

 

Loyalty

I woke up thinking about this.

A Thought About Loyalty

I’ve been thinking about loyalty:
A many-sided world of nuances,
The subtle differences.
We all know it means faithfulness,
A sticking-to devotedly.
Unfurled it shows its nasty sides,
The negatives that worry me:
Allegiance and adherence –
-Ism’s steel prepared to go to war
Against all criticizers,
-Isms’ others
Carving up the brotherhood
Of man.
Not for nothing
That a missile system drawn
To sense and intercept an enemy:
Is named the Patriot:
A system to annihilate.

I worry ‘bout obedience,
Compliance and submissiveness.
I like reliability, dependability,
Dedication if it’s not perverted
Duty, if it leads to thought,
A moral sense,
An ethic that agrees with life;
Loyalty without the strife.
Loyalty to think about.

A Thought About Loyalty 9.10.2017
Nature In & Of Reality; Out Times, Out Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

 

Irma: You all are becoming familiar with her pattern.

  

I wish I were a sorceress.

I’m surely not a scientist.

Just a reader

Of the leaders in the news:

North Korea, Harvey, rockets

Boston Red Sox in the dockets

Charged with using Apple watches to steal signs.

Violence, hurricanes,

Cheating: Why?

This is too crazy!

Are these phases

Showing us,

Going towards

A monster breakdown,

Skirmish

To an Irma!

Flesh will go.

Insect, bird, yes, every minnow.

Families child-less, widowed;

Dis-endowed the moneyed crowd,

Castle, mansion, slum will go.

Marshes all will overflow.

(and we thought Bangladesh was low)

The planet’s being bashed,

Yet there are people who cash in on it.

Prayer will never be the answer.

Cancer from our own behavior.

Karma’s germ:

Now Irma.

Irma 9.6.2017

Our Times, Out Culture II; Circling Round Nature II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Outside & Inside

Outside a pigeon eats my crumbs.

We call him Walter*

Inside hairy news continues.

Warm and numb,

I rustle up the casserole

To fill this hungry tummy hole:

Seoul, the polls…

Shall we succumb?

Shall they?

He wants to have it his way. Is he playing?

You may ask, “Which he?”

There are so many he’s,

So many bloody he’s.

Walter pigeon loves his crumbs.

The lovely pecking beak becomes him.

He, so carefree, eating of necessity,

Unaware of death or of his iridescent beauty.

Me?

I carry on with poetry

While radio debates the possibility

Of war, annihilation,

Which or any winning nation,

Madly grinning dictators,

Bad, head spinning leaders…

Glad I’m cooking,

Looking out the window

At my Walter

Eating crumbs.

 

*Walter Pidgeon (September 23, 1897 – September 25, 1984) was a Hollywood actor who starred in many films.

 

Outside And Inside 9.5.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

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