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

 

 

Bombs, The Bombed & Bombing

 

There’s something I don’t get:

Admittedly without the facts at finger’s tip,

Bombs, planes, rockets, earth land mined –

Underhanded, well designed…

Would it not reduce blood’s shed

If weapons plants were bombed instead?

At least, the exhibitions:

Fancy goods mildly displayed;

Luscious females sequin swathed;

Would the killing not be cropped –

Not stopped – you can’t stop devil-ry

Spawned from creativity –

If men of arms were blown away?

Am I naïve and uninformed,

Wet behind the ears, born yesterday,

Or just

Unpatriotic?

 

Bombs, The Bombed & Bombing 3.24.2015

War Book II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Boy On TheBeach (Aylan Kurdi)

Boy On The Beach

 

Boy on the beach

Out of reach

Of hands,

Of consciousness.

Soft, bendy

Little babe of skin and bone

Borne by a shaken sentry

Used to death.*

 

Boy On The Beach 9.5.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;

Arlene Corwin

*Sep 2, 2015 – An image of a drowned toddler lying alone on a Turkish beach has brought new focus to Europe’s refugee crisis.

Sep 2, 2015 – A Turkish police officer carries a young drowned boy … Turkish media identified the boy as threeyearold Aylan Kurdi and reported that his  …

Sep 3, 2015 – Aylan Kurdi, the threeyear old boy pictured lifeless on a Turkish beach, was … Press is reporting two boats capsized and 12 people drowned.

And so on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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