The Influencer

   The Infuencer 

There is a word so new
It isn’t in the glossary
Or anybody’s dictionary.
“Influencer ‘- adjective become a noun.
‘in’ and rather silly, irresponsible and empty.
‘Influencer’! What is that?
A word invented for the unimportant
To feel more esteemed than me.

As am i, you are an influencing guy;
Any one who passes by
no less
An influencer-cum-dispenser.
So-called indispensable….
The men of power –
They may be men of the hour,
But their influence is finite;
Numbers large or numbers slight,
Always, only ever finite.

Everywhere you go, and -one you know
Is left your mark, your unique spark;
A DNA indelible which never goes away
But spreads its threads invisibly,
Affecting human destiny,
Albeit imperceptibly,
ORIGIN
late Middle English: from Old French, or from medieval Latin influentia ‘inflow’, from Latin influere, from in- ‘into’ + fluere ‘to flow’. The word originally had the general sense ‘an influx, flowing matter’, also specifically (in astrology) ‘the flowing in of ethereal fluid (affecting human destiny)’. The sense ‘imperceptible or indirect action exerted to cause changes’ was established in Scholastic Latin by the 13th century, but not recorded in English until the late 16th century.

Creating’s Processes Improved

   Creating’s Processes (a really long poem)

We sit around cup after cup,
Discuss and grope, gripe, discuss;
Is it God or is it us? Nature’s biogenesis?
Wrench of wills and cycles?
In any case, most things we face we can’t control:
There on Monday, not on Tuesday or at all.
How to get a hold when absent,
Gone away or non-existent?
Does one change the norm of form?
Obstruct the mechanised cliché?
Let some fashion run your psyche?

Anyway, what is creation? Creativity, it too?
Is is ever repetition? Is it always something new?
Schumann’s mad and still he writes.
Ludvig von fights deafness’ curse –
Can’t rehearse but still rehearses.
Schubert writes, his flat half frozen.
Can he help that he is chosen?
Genius writes despite itself;
Keeps the paper on the shelf,
Pencil present, fingers ready
Even though sad fate’s unsteady.
Strapping paintbrush to the wrist,
Memorizing palette’s sequence;
Using energies and purpose:
Dance, paint, sing. expecting nothing.
What you will, just don’t keep still, (except inside),
In the cyclone’s silent eye creation starts its noisy ride
From vacuum to a world outside.

Worry, debt, depression: use them!
Fuse them to their opposites.
Writing is the ruse to lose them.
Sit or lie. Wear more when cold.
Aspirin, coffee – anything to get a hold.

Just to be there is a way
To open “Open sesame!”
Pardon the tautology,
But letting thinking flow, discovering that thinking’s flow
Is equal to what ancients knew
And men of wisdom always know.

Trite likes trite, the deep lie deep;
The wise like wisdom, sleepy sleep:
Like mostly likes to go to to like;
Take comfort in your influence.
You are a source of influence.
Trust and sense that you are one
To break down fences, get things done.
Tainted gifts can last awhile
But purity will run the mile.
You never know what word, what hush,
What syllable will start the gush of spontaneity.
The seeing that each thing thing has beauty,

My teacher told me: Inner order is the feature turning vision into creature; inner nature always there in miniature to be searched for, found and nurtured.

Their are stores and scores of banks before you.
We all start out somewhat fake.
Take from the best and wind up true.
This poem is one which may show home:
Learning that the grace of time
is all there is to mutate fate or mediate
And all that you can do is wait, stay calm, and say, “I am”.
You are a slice of nowness; a far-reaching yes;
A person in the universe –
The universe in person.

Creating’s Processes 6.18.2021 The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Creating’s Processes

   Creating’s Processes 

We sit around cup after cup,
Discuss and grope, gripe, discuss;
Is it God or is it us? Nature’s biogenesis?
Wrench of wills and cycles?
In any case, most things we face we can’t control:
There on Monday, not on Tuesday or at all.
How to get a hold when absent,
Gone away or non-existent?
Does one change the norm of form?
Obstruct the mechanised cliché?
Let some fashion run your psyche?

Anyway, what is creation? Creativity, it too?
Is is ever repetition? Is it always something new?
Schumann’s mad and still he writes.
Ludvig von fights deafness’ curse –
Can’t rehearse but still rehearses.
Schubert writes, his flat half frozen.
Can he help that he is chosen?
Genius writes despite itself;
Keeps the paper on the shelf,
Pencil present, fingers ready
Even though sad fate’s unsteady.
Strapping paintbrush to the wrist,
Memorizing palette’s sequence;
Using energies and purpose:
Dance, paint, sing. expecting nothing.
Doing what you will, don’t keep still, except inside,
In the cyclone’s silent eye creation starts its ride
From vacuum to a world outside.

Worry, debt, depression: use them!
Fuse them to their opposites.
Writing is the ruse to lose them.
Sit or lie. Wear more when cold.
Aspirin, coffee – anything to get a hold.
Just to be there is a way to “open sesame!”
Pardon the tautology,
But letting thinking flow, discovering that thinking’s flow
Is equal to what ancients knew
To make and shape objects anew.

Trite likes trite, deep likes deep;
The wise like wisdom, sleepy sleep:
Like goes to like. Take comfort in your influence.
Trust and sense you’ll be a one
To break down fences, get things done.
Tainted gifts can last awhile
But purity will run the mile.
You never know what word, what hush,
What syllable will start the gush of spontaneity.
Every single thing has beauty;
Inner order is the feature folding vision into creature;
Always there, an inner rhythm;
Inner order has its rhythm.

Borrow from the store, the bank before you.
We all take, start out as fake, wind up as true.
This poem is one which may show home:
Communicating art’s concern,
Learning that good time and grace
Are all there is to mutate fate. They alternate,
And all that you can do is wait,
Stay calm, and say, “i am”
A slice of nowness,
One far-reaching sweeping yes,
A person in the universe,
The universe and person.

Creating’s Processes 6.17.2021 The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Ideas From Out The Blue

This was a hard thing to tackle, but it came to something – as ideas hopefully do.


Ideas From Out The Blue


From the Greek ‘idein’ to Latin
Into English from the base idea ‘to see’:*
To see form, a pattern -Ideationally,
Concept, poet of view.
A lightening bolt invisible,
From out the blue.
Idea:
Much more complex than one might think;
Abstract and vague: an inkling
Of a thing to follow.
Something hollow to be filled.
How to define a word
That is a mine of jewelled nuance.
Intangible as scent and fragrance
With no substance
But awaiting form’s advantages;
Potential without hue
Sitting, waiting to be used,
Then coming right out of the blue –
For you, dear reader, you!
Ideas From Out The Blue 6.15.2021 Circling round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
*late Middle English (in idea (sense 3) ): via Latin from Greek idea ‘form, pattern’, from the base of idein ‘to see’

Why Is God Called God?

  Why Is God Called God?

Why must He or It have name?
He has lots and lots of fame,
And fame requires language
For the simple sake of verbiage
( it can’t be fame, without a ‘name!’)

When bother saying Father;
For that matter mother, any other…?
It’s a force of course, but what?
The best expression is a THAT:
A prime, primeval THAT.

Noah came to Ararat
Because he plainly obeyed THAT.
Why give a word to things unheard?.
The answer lies
In human needs to anthrpomorphize*
To surmise, sense, theorise
Identify with qualities
From self to entities.

We have no language to express
The best, the most, the first, the highest.
(Wow! inadequate to say the least)
Just alphabetic, possibly numeric signs
To share a find yet undefined.
But it must do until, unless
You have experience
Of knowing in your person
Om Tat Sat* or THAT.

Why Is God Called God? 6.13.2021 God Book II; Arlene Nover Corwin
**”Om Tat Sat” is the eternal sound-pranava. “Om Tat Sat” represents the unmanifest and absolute reality. By the word “reality”, here it means total existence. We may even use the word God, reality, existence, Parbrahma or the absolute, all are synonymous terms pointing to one being.
*anthropomorphize;*the attribution of human characteristics or behaviour to a god, animal, or object.

Cloudless Sky

 Cloudless Sky

Cloudless sky.
An opportunity to purify –
Become as cloudless
As the cloudless sky
I’m sitting under.

June warmed skin.
A chance to simplify,
And amplify
The warmth within
The heart mixed mind,
Training the two
To sing as three:
Heart/mind duo,
Sky and me.
Cloudless Sky 6.16.2021 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Re-Do

      A Re-Do 

Can it be that when you die,
Your fragments in eternity
Come back collectively,
Drawn in by magnetism;
Cycle’s miracle.
After all,
There’s always been
A single you
Since time began,
Both you and time a never-ending.

A Re-Do 6.16.2021 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

(I’m) Always Only Giving Tips

 (I’m) Always Only Giving Tips

That’s all I do
From what I’ve learned,
From what I know:
For I is alway we is you.
Yes, ‘you’ -niversal,
All of this rehearsal
In a kind of way.
I seldom know what I shall say
Moment to moment,
Trusting that a motive pure,
Will yield a sure thing in the end,
The art from aptitude, a blend
Of intellect and willingness to share
Whatever’s there
In mind and soul.
Intention always to make us whole,
The common goal of mankind.
Word ‘mankind’ intended for the kind man
Or at least to make man kind.

(I’m) Always Only Giving Tips 6.16.2021 Definitely Didactic; Circling round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

When I’m Gone

   When I’m Gone

When I’m gone
I’d like that some remember
My ideas as contributions:
They may come as words, as actions –
One or more. I don’t care what.
It’s thought
That make one feel worthwhile –
Worthy and eternal .
Instagram, film, TV stars
May want remembrance for their parts:
Body parts: nose, rump or breast;
Acting parts and all the rest.
I prefer parts of the essence;
In the form of phrase, theme, sentence, for
“by works ye shall be known.”
A simple wish for when I’m gone.
When I’m Gone 6.14.2021 Birth, Death, & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin

It’s Easier To Tell The Truth/Say Yes

 It’s Easier To Tell The Truth 
      (Than Tell A Lie)

It’s easier to tell the truth than tell a lie.
That is why each syllable is poe-try;
Examining a prefix, suffix to a-fix
An honesty bound bound inside.
With hours of refinement,
Its defining of identity:
(For what else is there
But to find out who we are?)
Glacial faults, deep, broad;
Conversions to the good;
Youth and growth to wrinkled age –
Strength, courage,
A corsage of fortitude
And insight that
It’s easier to bathe in fact
Than drown in lies.
Hence the art of poe-tizing,
Sacrificing youth and froth
To new found truth(s)
It’s Easier to Tell The Truth 5.5.2021 Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 It’s So Much Easier With Yes

It’s so much easier with yes than no.
One doesn’t often think so
When at times, one has to put aside,
And childlike, give up one’s pride and preference.
So, depending on the mood, it’s but to choose
Until the saying yes becomes a habit.
Grab it!
When you understand you cannot lose,
Truth’s proof within the pudding,
Let yes be the budding.
Test it!
Acquiescence and compliance;
Sweet docility and pliability –
Not necessarily passivity
For yes must sometimes become no.
In time you know when it is so
And rest in it.
It’s So Much Easier With Yes 6.10.2019revised 6.11.2021 Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

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