The Love Of Money

               The Love Of Money💰🎡

It ain’t the money, cash, the dough,

The ‘bread, the loot, the moolah’: wealth:

It is the love that is so

Dangerous to soul and self;

The pelf* just paper.

 

Not the need, but greed disguised

That fools the wise;

The craving, not the saving

That creates indifference,

Binds to blindness 

Of what all the senses see:

Greed is inferiority:

Mark of one’s mediocrity.

 

The intellect knows “It’s only money!”

Yet one gets addicted to the honey

Of its power, 

Voted the man of the hour’.

 

It’s love of money sours health.

To hell with wealth!

The simple is, by far the best,

Arrests the pest*.

Money’s benefits can’t buy it.

Try it!

It’s a discipline

That wins –

Love of money is the sin;

Love’ that cannot ever win, 

Will never win.

 

Let you, me, us begin

To lose this affectation 

Bowing, cowing down to Mammon.

Starting now.

*pelf; money

*pest; plague

The Love Of Money 10.18.2018 Nature In & Of Reality; Our Times, Our Culture 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

The Good Leader, Or No One Is Perfect

The Good Leader or, No One Is Perfect

 

The one who leads is he or she who’s

Modest, willing to concede,

Recede, without the need

To be involved as ego 

But concerned that others grow.

 

A sense of humour never hurts.

It doesn’t disconcert but generates relationship

That animates and stimulates,

Culminating in a healthier result for all,

Reverberating off each wall.

 

The leader ought to want the best for all involved.

Earned? Or learned?

Perhaps it comes with years, 

Since all roads lead to Rome.

Let us assume it zooms in 

On the meaning of ‘to lead’

The creed of knowledge, care

And love in sharing.

 

Leader has no leading urge,

But dominates by listening

With some sharp instinctive ear and surge

That doesn’t judge, yet judges right

Not in the short but long run.

 

(S)he has insight, knows (s)he’s not the sun

But brightens by a presence.

It is something that most ’round can sense;

No Mensa member, for intelligence

Has many faces, many facets like a diamond

Or a passion with soft-heartedness.

 

A soft sell

That goes well

The truth to tell,

Most of the time.

 

The Good Leader 10.15.2018 Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Nover Corwin

Once More I Watch

          Once More I Watch

Once more I watch TV’s voodoo;

Local politics, the global too.

All so limited and self-directed,

Motivated by short-sighted

Vested self-interested interests.

 

I predict that nature will 

Take over, leaving all

Those interests in the dust.

Nature will insist

That we desist,

Apportion power,

Share the food, BECOME the grower, 

Raking in the profit on the lowest rung,

Survival being last song sung.

 

Yin and yang can never cease,

The negative is on the increase.

It’s all a happening, a phase,

An episode in time

Which we cannot erase.

 

So there it stands

And there we stand,

A wispy strand, a filament

And not the centre of all things.

 

The rings of time demand

That local silliness in politics

Cease and desist.  The local ticks

That irritate, cause endless unsolved

Situations neutralize. 

Before it’s all about our small demise

And nothing else.

Once More I Watch 10.14.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Reality; 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
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Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign

Easier to read than the first:
 
Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign🤔✍️🏝️🌋♨️
 
🌊
Worsening fires,
More dire censures
From poor mother Nature;
Storm winds and torrents
Since last tempest Florence
Hit North Carolinas;
Coastlines more flooded,
And still those who doubt it,
Like President Trump,
Dumping the evidence,
Still in denial.
Shunning the evidence…
What about Pence?
The climate thing vile.
 
Yesterday’s hurricanes,
Quickening winds and the rains with no drains…
Roofs blown off, trees blown down;
All of it happening all over town,
And all of it shown on TV.
 
We are living in times without equal.
With sequel statistical flooding next door.
Storms know no borders,
And people are urged to be hoarders –
For crises like this are but chains,
And the rains have no enemies.
(maybe the sun – but that’s only one,
And nature’s not done with us –
That is for sure.
 
I’d bet my Schwinn bike
That Michael is far
From ‘taking a hike’
And happy to hear
That there’s not been one like it
Since records began.
 
This entire ramble
Is merely a gamble:
A figure of speech
For the breach in the wall
Of political wailings
And also their failings.
 
Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign 10.12.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 

Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign

Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign

Worsening fires,

More dire censures

From poor mother Nature;

Storm winds and torrents

Since last tempest Florence 

Hit North Carolinas;

Coastlines more flooded,

And still those who doubt it.

Like President Trump,

Dumping evidence,

Still in denial.

Shunning the evidence…

What about Pence?

The climate thing vile.

 

Yesterday’s hurricanes,

Quickening winds and the rains with no drains…

Roofs blown off, trees blown down;

All of it happening all over town,

And all of it shown on TV.

 

We are living in times without equal.

With sequel statistical  flooding next door.

Storms know no borders,

And people are urged to be hoarders –

For crises like this are but chains,

And the rains have no enemies.

(maybe the sun – but that’s only one,

And nature’s not done with us –

That is for sure.

 

I’d bet my Schwinn bike

That Michael is far 

From ‘taking a hike’

And happy to hear 

That there’s not been one like it

Since records appeared.

 

This entire ramble

Is merely a gamble: 

A figure of speech

For the breach in the wall

Of political wailings

And also their failings.

Storm Michael: One More Symbolic Sign 10.12.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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