You Can’t Have A War

    I was watching a reportage about the strong possibility of a war between Iraq and Kurdistani Kirkuk.  I don’t consider myself a political person, neither politically aware nor politically active.  But sometimes, I’m moved on a deep level at the futility of and process leading up to war.  This is one of those moments.  I went directly to the computer.

 You can’t have a war

Unless you have weapons;

You can’t have those weapons

Unless you have industries;

Can’t have an industry earning no money –

And money means profit,

For who runs an industry

That doesn’t profit –

Profit the carrot.

 

Weapons-to-profit:

The distance is multi- or many small instances

Building the one upon other,

Easy to disregard, 

Turn a blind eye to.

 

Oil or real estate,

Access to coast,

Minerals, labor:

Possession and use.

Passions’ abuse

And war is the certainty.

 

It’s terribly sad,

This fighting for terra;

A sickening error

Pretending it’s doctrine or canon or righteousness.

Overruled, conscience.

 

You can’t have a war,

Restrain it,

Unless there’s this chain of re-action,

Everyone playing his part.

It’s breaking my heart. 

Ain’t it yours?

 

You Can’t Have A War 10.14.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

A Little Quiz

 

If you could sell a thing for lots,

Finance your yachts;

Would you boycott?

If what you sold

Could finance wars,

Could bring worlds

To their burned-out knees,

Would you do business?

 

If you could earn a salary

By working in a factory

Producing weapon’s heads,

Guns, poison gas –

All granted by the local laws,

Would you do business?

 

A little quiz – a little Buddhist –

Prompted by

The sheer potentiality

Of personalities and crime TV

Regarded daily.

Hypothesize:

Your kids are hungry.

 

A Little Quiz 8.29.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

Building Walls

To build a wall beside your neighbor,

(though he be not dearest neighbor) –

Build a wall to hide your neighbor

And to hide yourself,

Is wrong as wrong can be.

Don’t you agree?

 

What neighbor has no overflow?

Is not magnifico?

Has not a folk to which we owe

Our history: our languages, our citizenry, heroes and mythology;

Poverty an un-destroy-able

“The poor are always with us” still, will always be.

 

What neighbor doesn’t ebb and flow,

Fail then grow?

He next store or ‘cross the border.

Not our job to build a fort

Against a fancied enemy.

 

Building Walls 5.22.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin;

 

 

The Many Benefits Of Facebook Friends

The Many Benefits of Facebook Friends

 

A Facebook friend wrote meaningfully:

“Give me,

Five ways to give aid to people

Of Aleppo”

(You know where Aleppo is;

It’s on the lip(s)

of all the world).

A reader sent back this small clip,

A tiny snippet:

“Meditate!

Get rid of violent thoughts,

Of evil judgments that you sow

And sown,

And temper outbreaks that you’ve known.

Don’t only sit, feel sad and moan!

That is the thing this scribe can do,

Does do and plans to do.

You do it too!”

 All done and said,

That was the ‘five good things’ contributed.

When he who wrote it

Noted

This.

I wrote right back and sent a kiss.

There are ten thousand like me.

 

The Many Benefits Of Facebook Friends 12.19.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Watching The Signs With Sighs

Watching The Signs With Sighs

 

No journalist, I –

No Instagramer, Twitterer,

No any out-in-worlder;

Only poet, intellect,

A heart

That tries not to be sentimental,

Hooked upon emotion –

So, and too misleading, to mis-reading,

Impulse and projection

Of our egotistic needs.

Yet,

One cannot

Resist it all:

The evil of it all,

Coming, going, fooling one

Into believing

That a calm will always be.

 

Last night a ventured coup in Turkey,

Night before, Bastille Day in Nice:

Terror, violence, crushed, the try

At overthrow!

I just don’t know –

I’m speechless, but confess

I must write something, being helpless too.

To cry and yelp

Is not to help.

 

I’m here, on paper writ.

That’s it.

 

Watching The Signs With Sighs 7.16.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II; War Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Me Against Them (having looked in the mirror watching the wrinkles wrinkle)

 

It’s me against them:

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton;

Sometimes a treaty, sometimes at war,

Passive and neutral, blasé, a watcher: overlord

Time.

All I can do is to keep the war going, battling on;

All that I can; a work to be done.

All that I ask and a plus and a task.

 

I have defenses:

If I sit too long,

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, bone

Enjoin me to get off my bum

And remember it’s me against them:

Two weapons:

Zeal and will.

For it I sit too still,

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, bone

Tell me, “War done, you’ve not won,

And that’s that”!

 

The muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton;

Entente or at war,

Always the watcher, their overlord Time.

Day long,

Will strong,

Choices endless,

To-do lists in endlessness too.

 

Me against them – chumps /victims of time:

Karma and nature, destiny, deity;

All time companions,

The war carries on:

Muscles, the ligaments, cartilage, skeleton

Fading but fighting

to function.

 

Me Against Them 4.4.2016

War Book II ; Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

This Morning’s Terror Deed In Brussels

 

Folk will always find excuses

To make war.

Always reasons:

Territory, politics, religion –

Anything that they can all a something.

Principle, you see.

Anything to act out evil instincts;

Greed and greediness,

Anger, fear,

Exclusion, exclusivity –

Consequence: explosion, death,

Revenge.

Endless. Yet,

War’s always followed by a peaceful phase.

Builds again from evolution pushing up again and out:

Typhoon→calm,

Volcano→calm,

Earthquake→calm,

Terror’s error→shock→calm;

A halt, a standstill, then, a cautious movement

Back to normal;

What is normal?

Customs, ritual, tradition.

Temporary all – form, reform,

The whole thing starting over.

Maybe

Even death.

 

This Morning’s Terror Deed In Brussels 3.22.2016

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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