The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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