Today I Was Accused #2 (typo in line 1 corrected)

      Today I Was Accused…👎

Today I was 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; 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.

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.

        Paradise Lost (Can’t Let It Go)😔🌈

Can’t let it go – not yet –

When bodies burnt

Are yet to be detected.

I, infected

By the sweat, the heat, 

The still existent rainless threat. 

 

Might that not be metaphor

For Milton’s fall of man?*

A stopgap setback: temporary,

Conflagration momentary:

Decrease following expansion. 

 

A balloon 

Must always pop

Out in and on itself,

It is the law; 

Fast or slow

(for things take time),

Regrowth following again.

A cycle starting,

Cycles that can never end,

The winds of time determining…

 

Since you and I live only now

(as far as we, the planetary

                   Lilliputians know)

It’s always now for us to care for;

Never certain of the future.

 

Most of us avoid the four pronged syllable;

Spi-rit-u-al.

Maybe time has shown up

To take them on our lips,

The ‘ups’

Beginning to be ‘downs’.

 

I don’t mean to make literal demands on the reader, but Paradis Lost was an epic poem by John Milton published in 1667.  It is a metaphor for the fall and rise/ again of man. (See Google)

Paradise Lost 11.14.2018 Nature Of & In Reality; Out Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Born Without The Empathy Gene

Born Without The Empathy Gene😔
 
Forests, buildings in all forms,
Serving every kind of need;
Pets and animals on farms,
Insects, birds of every breed,
Large four-legged wild things
Who can but walk and jump and spring:
Gone!
In heated breathing pain!
 
Then there’s one I shall not name
Who blames the what…. the very victim!
Too inadequate to chat about.
Too awful when the world’s in shock.
Impossible to justify but not take stock of:
A commander of the hour and all that,
Condemning policies
Intended to save ALL that breathes.
Impossible to comprehend
That one who, closeup, sees an end
Can send out messages of blame…
 
If there’s a gene for empathy’s ability
To share the feelings of another;
Feelings of and for misfortunes
Other than beloved mother,
Then the pathos em- and sym-pathy seem absent
In a president
Of of such a land that needs no mention,
The intention not to put a voodoo
On you probably know who.
 
For I, a mini- no one
Filled with an em- and sym-
Down to my colon
Cry with all the torment and affliction,
Trauma and despair of all the beings there
Where nothing can be done.
Last urgent line:
Pray for everyone!.🧘‍♀️
 
Born Without The Empathy Gene 11.11.2018 Out Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 

Days After: Post Birthday

This is serious business, series stuff!  I hope it’s not too long to hold your attention. I don’t wish to try your patience.
 
        Days After: Post Birthday 📡✍️
 
Twenty-five past midnight,
Lights are down and so am I, 
Cat on bed
And Arlene headed
For a future not yet formed –
If formed not known. 
 
Have you taken note or, paid attention, 
That with birthday done,
The formal back to normal,
And you’re on your way
To twelve months later,
There is an ambience, 
A new and hopeful dance begun?
 
AND YET,
Life is the strangest:
After being wined and dined,
Celebrated, loved and praised,
I see, on TV news released
The little California town 
Where daughter Jennifer was born,
Burnt down! 
Paradise – its name now wrong,
Evacuated and destroyed,
Heaven turned to fiery hell.
Good, good Lord, I’m tearful-filled
With sadness;  
The madness
                     of cruel fate,
The date that I make eighty-four
Daughter’s birthplace is no more!
 
And other daughters, sons and pets:
As diabolical as life gets!
Dumbfounding, staggering, injurious to matter
With no soul-ution cearly chartered.
 
SOME TIPS:
Days of celebrating
Must be taken
Airily,
For though behaving cheerily and merrily,
One knows that lifestyles change within a minute:
Miinuet to ricochet, 
Swimsuit to a lawsuit –
Nature’s calm to warfare’s harm.
 
Friends, be serious, be kind,
Avoid illusions that seem lasting.
Is that asking
                      just too much?
Is the asking just unjust?
Friends, become unblind.
It’s all about two opened eyes,
Becoming wise by sizing up reality –
In all its lies.
 
Day After: Post Birthday 11.10.2018 Birthday Book; I Is Always You is We; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 

 

Days After: Post Birthday

This is serious business, series stuff!  I hope it’s not too long to hold your attention. I don’t wish to try your patience.
 
        Days After: Post Birthday 📡✍️
 
Twenty-five past midnight,
Lights are down and so am I, 
Cat on bed
And Arlene headed
For a future not yet formed –
If formed not known. 
 
Have you taken note or, paid attention, 
That with birthday done,
The formal back to normal,
And you’re on your way
To twelve months later,
There is an ambience, 
A new and hopeful dance begun?
 
AND YET,
Life is the strangest:
After being wined and dined,
Celebrated, loved and praised,
I see, on TV news released
The little California town 
Where daughter Jennifer was born,
Burnt down! 
Paradise – its name now wrong,
Evacuated and destroyed,
Heaven turned to fiery hell.
Good, good Lord, I’m tearful-filled
With sadness;  
The madness
                     of cruel fate,
The date that I make eighty-four
Daughter’s birthplace is no more!
 
And other daughters, sons and pets:
As diabolical as life gets!
Dumbfounding, staggering, injurious to matter
With no soul-ution cearly chartered.
 
SOME TIPS:
Days of celebrating
Must be taken
Airily,
For though behaving cheerily and merrily,
One knows that lifestyles change within a minute:
Miinuet to ricochet, 
Swimsuit to a lawsuit –
Nature’s calm to warfare’s harm.
 
Friends, be serious, be kind,
Avoid illusions that seem lasting.
Is that asking
                      just too much?
Is the asking just unjust?
Friends, become unblind.
It’s all about two opened eyes,
Becoming wise by sizing up reality –
In all its lies.
 
Day After: Post Birthday 11.10.2018 Birthday Book; I Is Always You is We; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 

 

Just Another Day…(Or Not?)

Just Another Day…(Or Not?) 🎂

Eighty-four!

What more to ask for!

Oh yes!  Just to be alive

The day that I reach eighty-five!

 

I must admit

I ought to be a bit

More grateful.

Truth to tell,

I feel happy, peaceful, well!

 

Not just that, 

But loved by those

Who have the least and most

Part in my days.

A sample: propped up lazily

                                            in bed,

Eating scrambled eggs and toasty bread,

Coffee, honey…

Brought to me on wicker tray.

What a way to start the day!

 

So to you I’ve never seen

Except on Facebook’s sunny screen;

To friends who live both near and far,

Etcetera, etcetera…

Have a ‘Happy’ back to you!

Happy day and year you also!

Make each common day a hallowed!

 

In the end, and humbly,

Have a HAPPY BIRTHDAY me!🙏

 

Just Another Day 11.8.2018 Birthday Book; Arlene Never Corwin

 

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