Have I Come Too Late?

On our minds more each day:
          Have I Come Too Late?🤔✍️
 
Not blaming anyone but me, myself.
Not laying cross to bear
On politician, household or
The can of beans upon the shelf.
Have I come too late to save a world
Going towards undoing’s fall?
Played my role,
Done my bit
To lift the planet from the shit
Of global warming, bees not swarming,
Arctic melting, drought and sweltering,
Poor, starving folk?
I have a sneaky feeling
That I’ve definitely not.
And so i write.
 
Have I given service to the sick,
Licked my plate,
Changed my habits
From the use of plastics
To un-oil based commodities,
The daily products that I use?
Do I please my ego much too much,
Scratch the itch with luxuries?
Really, have I come to late?
And so I write,
Wishing I had done more things that further.
 
Feather light my good intentions,
Forced to mention
Faults unchecked or unsuspected,
Unachieved or carried out;
Am I just a simple lout
Living out the life of Riley?*
Smiley, wily, easily
Deceived, naive?
Have I come too late to save
One single fire from igniting?
 
I shall simply keep on writing
Till I make some wrongs a-right,
Reminded in each uttered voice,
Each spluttered e’en imported voice,
It’s worth the effort of a noise
To change the reeking rot to rose,
The world worthwhile the daily choice
To save it.
*the life of Riley: a luxurious or carefree existence
 
Have I Come Too Late? 9.9.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 

The Men In Sweden

Ooh, I can be brazen, sometimes… 😊

The Men In Sweden…🤔

The men in Sweden and elsewhere
Are looking older than they are
With whiskers, stubble, facial hair
Of every kind.
Beards, moustaches find their place
On almost every male face these days.

I’ve bet you’ve never heard
Of pogonophobia. A funny word
That means a fear of beards and beard!
There are such mental health conditions.
So I ask, why hide the manly jaw or chin.
A chin that’s manly out and in.
I fancy ego’s based on fear,
Vanity that’s always there.
Affectation, ostentation, airs and show –
All the traits that go along
With fear of judgment and rejection.
Don’t they know it’s all illusion,
And the only thing that matters
Is completion of the heart and mind
That shatters all?

Finding out who, what you are
And working to complete it.
If you’re twenty-one or two,
What can beat it?
If you’ve got a double, triple chin or none,
An open face is wonderfully
To be preferred.

Lose the beard
And keep the face.
You are a much loved member of the race –
The human…

A naked face is best to kiss!
What person would not favour this?
Shaved and clean is what I mean!
I mean a face that’s smooth and clean.
Dear men, don’t hide the face inside.
Nature’s pride is there to share
With those who at the moment stare
And wish that there was someone daring ‘nough
To face the world un-twirled, un-curled,
And wholly, perfectly unfurled.

The Men In Sweden 9.8.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Vanities II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden #1&2

Because I received so many  encouraging comments on the 1st version written in 2017, I was moved to write a second the elections coming so soon.   Just the morning, after a good breakfast…. A pardon, please, the top poem refuses to increase in size,  Use a magnifying glass if  needed.
 
(Addendum 8.27.2018) Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden (see 9. 30, 2017 below)
Here it is: the 2nd version
Added to with much aversion.
On Sept 9 there comes a new Premier.
Candidates, vows, oaths alike, 
They still won’t strike at Sweden’s Nazis.
Lots of talk, but not one law
To put a stop to this ignor-ance
Of  fair play and what it stands for.
Violent, angry, sleazy, murky,
The intolerance  abhorrent,
Not to speak of  aberrant.
This awful, lawful party may continue
To start riots, break up meetings, 
Bring their greetings in the form of shoving.
Where is common sense and loving?  
Where can all this non-sense lead 
With dark Nazis on streets of Sweden!
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden 8.27.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden (1st version 9.30.2017)
We have illusions, all.
But most of us don’t want to kill.
I looked it up. 
I asked some simple questions.
Google told me, Nazi symbols are allowed:
In Israel! The USA!
Prohibited in Germany, allowed in Finland.
Austria is definite.  No, no, no, no – and no!
Some countries have no laws at all –
Apparently no views,
Or views so lax
They seem to non-chalate* the facts.
Neo- Nazis plan to march
The streets of Sweden,
Thirtieth September, twenty-seventeen.
They call themselves a neo – 
Their philosophy is old as Hitler,
Old as Wagner, long before.
False ideals, inner lies but outer dealings
Hates delusional, baiting plentiful.
March occurring on Yom Kippur,
Near a synagogue, to boot.
Their aim: to root out, root out, root…
Annihilate, decimate, eradicate,
Means inhumane,
And most important, 
Based on lies!  
Statistical, imaginary, fantasized.    
Nazis on the streets of Sweden,
We do not believe in you!
*non-chalate: I’ve made a verb out of the word nonchalant
because such was needed and could not be found in the dictionary.
Nazis On The Streets Of Sweden 9.30.2017 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Watching The Advertising World

Watching The Advertising World🤔✍️
 
We love a contest, love rewards,
Love the ‘extra price’, the bargain.
We are drawn to melody – the jingle;
To the brightly coloured font.
The promise of a brighter future
Through a product, two or three:
Anything that’s there for me!
Anything to make us prettier or handsome-er,
Slinky, manlier,
Faster, younger, healthier.
Ah, there comes the charity;
The pulling at the heart strings
For a being lesser off than we.
Anything to make us feel well:
Anything to sell.
 
Watching The Advertising World 8.19.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles

     That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Sweden had a record hot summer.

Not only that, but record large fires.

Not only that, but record low rainfalls,

Recalling predictions of climates to come.

There are the deniers;

Deniers of fires, 

Of floods and volcanoes,

Of patterns and morrows, 

Heroes and sorrows…

The ones who see no such connections,

No need of reflection,

No need of correction.

 

Still, seas filled with plastics,

Typhoons, tsunamis,

The sceptic of skeptics,

The tycoons who shamelessly

Cast aside and deny,

Carry on in their abandoning  science…

 

What can one say?  

Zonally grumbling deep in its bowel, nature plays.

She rumbles, she tumbles…

One cannot solve it, except to say 

That is the way, when she feels misused

The cookie is bound to crumble.

That’s The Way The Cookie Crumbles 8.18.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Always Concerned

             Always Concerned: Next Book Out

Always a problem: titling a book.

The year 2018 into August.

Forthcoming book this author’s must.

One needs a name, the themes

Reflecting urgency that feeds

A book come out,

A  shout

Reflecting year,

Aspects unclear

For their weird, feared things seldom bargained for

That hang together by some law

Difficult to spot, to catch, to see –

Material in superfluity

Changing imperceptibly.

 

What to call it – that’s the rub,

This is no club, this world of books

But individual perception; a projection

Personal but universal underneath.

Always Concerned 2018 8.14.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

World On Fire

I watch and read and, and and…shocked and horrified and helpless.
World On Fire🤔✍️🌋🏜️🏝️
 
Utterly apocryphal, inconceivable.
Everything you’ve ever read
In scripture this and scripture that –
Logicality with unbelievability at its side.
Available to men and women who have understood
The chains of time.
(Think of anytime you’ve ever had an aha moment,
Revelation).
These were ever-lations.
 
Anyway, in simple language
One can only say,
The chain of progress
Is a process of antitheses:
The obverse and the inverse
Of reality, all or any..
 
Now a world with too much rain
And floods therefrom
Has droughts and fires,
Facts and liars
All around the globe.
 
As usual one sees TV,
Its eyeballed views, the daily news,
Ruination, misadventure instantaneous to us.
Catastrophe pluralis.
I’m tired of lists and their statistics.
You know, friend and reader you,
There’s absolutely nothing new.
 
I’m almost geared up and prepared.
But almost is but host to finish.
Goal still niched, unreached but there.
 
In the meantime, there are places where
You’d ne’er dare visit
‘Cause the world’s on fire –
Is it?
Almost.
World On Fire 7.18.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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