Today I Was Accused

    Today I Was Accused…👎

Today I as accused

Of using

Too much rhyme;

Of bruising

Keats and Shelley…

Is it that my rhymes are smelly?

Forced and pressed

By some unconscious vanity?


It is straightforwardly

The way I think,

The rhyme in sync

With evolution and enlargement

Of unformed idea.

Is rhyme the incubus

Of intercourse

With lover genius –

Nover’s genie.


I took no offence.

I have no other license 

Than to search my mind,

Which is like using wind

To cook a meal.

All that I want’s the real!


If rhyme’s my not-so-secret weapon,

One I lean on,

So be it.

There’’ll be no rhyme cremation

In this form-created.

Today I Was Accused…11.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Function of rhyming words

Rhyme partly seems to be enjoyed simply as a repeating pattern that is pleasant to hear. It also serves as a powerful mnemonic device, facilitating memorization. The regular use of tail rhyme helps to mark off the ends of lines, thus clarifying the metrical structure for the listener. As with other poetic techniques, poets use it to suit their own purposes; for example William Shakespeare often used a rhyming couplet to mark off the end of a scene in a play.

No Idea Come Out Of A Vacuum #2

         No Idea Comes Out Of A Vacuum #2

           (When I Say I, I Mean You Too)📚✍️

I’ve said it before,

I’ll say it again.

No idea comes from the moon,

Out of a vacuum or a sunbeam.

I, Arlene scarce knows a thing

That hasn’t sourced outside my ring.


A recipe seen on TV,

A geologic find inspiring some philosophy

Read, heard, forgotten.

Yet, the mind creates arrangements never done

By me nor read by you;

Creation’s magic re-renewed

Exactly that!  A thing brought into

Being from some nothing, it would seem.

It shows in dreams, in ways we preen;

In trends we light on, buy and wear;

In one’s behaviour.


Seen and taken in somewhere

Inside the brain, stamping its seal

That helps me dare, helps me to bare

A soul quite hidden from before;

Everything and everyone a mentor.

No Idea Comes Out Of A Vacuum #2 10.26.2018 I Is Always You Is We; The Processes. Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

What Would I Do Without You…Mind So Connected To The Word

What Would I Do Without You?📚
(Or Scribbling in the Car)

What would I do without you, lexicon?
What would I do without you, dear thesaurus?
Rhyming book to rhyme with -saurus: chorus, porous, e’en papyrus if it fits?
Wiki’s storehouse ‘cyclopedia?
Little things that make me big and ‘pigg*:
Languages that set agog
The richness of the word?

So much I would  not do without;
And isn’t that what life’s about!

Mind so connected to the word,
I would think
Without a varied herd of word
T’would shrink.
T’would atrophy,
T’would wear away,
Become cliché
As cliché wears away the play
From boredom’s lack of stimulation.

So connected is the action of the word
To all the wisdom, the absurd
in all the minds in all the world
Of minds and hearts unaired, impaired…
Is mind to word.

*pigg is Swedish for lively, spirited

What Would I Do Without You…Mind So Connected To The Word 7.19.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Washing Over (My Newest Trick)

Now that I’ve put my “Pure Nakedness” ‘out there’ it’s time for another poem.
Washing Over (My Newest Trick)🎇🌠😍 and of course✍️

I wash the brain with peace,
Synapse to sleepy synapse.
Themes may change from day to day,
The mind and will working that way. Today,
It’s peace – a motif that I never ‘got’.
I’m one step nearer, sensing it.
Behavior freer, talk a bit…
I’m more polite, considerate.
Something’s taking ‘way the shit
That usually rolls around as chaos;
Something near to paradise’s
Innermost best aspect peace, is
Uppermost. I use this basis
For my practice,
Imaging, imagining, examining,
Pretending, willing…
All that matters is the stilling
Followed by activity that does some good.
(What I wish is that it would).
Meanwhile, I am smiling more and more.
This ‘peace wash’ must be working.

Washing Over /My Newest Trick) 2.23.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

Doing Justice To Poetry

Doing Justice To Poetry✍️🤔
As a poem and as a statement, poet hopes he does it justice.
Form, word, pulse the chrysalis,
He carries on regardless.
And it makes the effort effortless.
The theme is motor – or it should be.
Other motivation is pure vanity,
And everyone knows vanity is pointless,
Futile, on deepest level worthless.
There are meanings in a poem
That are streets ahead prose,
And those who know this
Have the answer to a secret
Only the selected knows.
There’s fun in being humorous,
Ridiculous, nonsensical
Where beauty takes a back seat.
Where the spirit meets the comical,
Profundity meets trivia. The trivial
Is rival to most everything.
Is there an aim within the writer?
This one thinks not.
It is certainly not fame,
It may be name
But not for stardom’s sake.
The poet often dies obscure,
Yet there’s no cure for putting down
On paper, (these days in computer)
Images that most come out,
Be it speculation, supposition,
Love, hope, disappointment, doubt –
The list goes on…
It is the poem that gives it stature.
The adventure and the venture
Into worlds deep in the mind;
The justice in the metrical, the rhythmical,
The thinking through the rhymed
As in this moment.
Doing Justice To Poetry 10.13.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Doing It All

Doing It All ✍️🤔📖
I’m doing it all:
Publishing, editing,
Getting the meter right,
Developing a theme
Which I may rhyme or not.
Modifying, reappraising,
Going through with laser eyes;
Taking hours, days, weeks…
(Years because I tinker),
After all, I am the thinker and re-thinker,
And there’s no one there to help.
I am the pulp,
The flesh and bones
Who goes it all alone
Out of conviction,
Inner aspiration,
Internal prodding
From a living and supposed God…
I guess I’m not so all alone,
Without assistance
In the instances of writing,
Since I’m citing someone higher as as cicerone.
Doing It All 10.11.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Eccentricity Isn’t Craziness, It’s Daring

              Eccentricity Isn’t Craziness, It’s Daring

Eccentricity isn ‘t craziness, it’s daring 

To the -enth degree:

A caring not what they decree,

Not caring what they think of me.

The unconventional disarming,

Often charming – 

What is normal?

Living life like all the rest, 

I guess accepting colorlessness.


Planets are eccentric

And the sun’s just doing fine.

It shines on planetary quirks,              

Sustains the quirk so that it works.  


We too can be a sun;

No planet going round,

No moon, but one 

Unusual, bright son-of-a gun                             

Who does his ‘thing’ because it is 

The only thing that makes things run,

The only thing that makes life fun

The misfit may not be a genius,

May be middling or bizarre.

Having said that, I give honor

To the one who does his thing

Since he sees through

The illusion, the delusion, the chimère .             

Eccentricity Isn’t Craziness…9.3.2015 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; revised/ 9.30.2018 Arlene Nover Corwin

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