He is dead and close
As he never shows
Tantrums and huffs
Like others all the time

He never jumps and scare
Does not annoy anymore
Never turn up and never turn down
Never offends, never complains

Just silently lurks in memories
And looks all happy
Quietly stays in the past
That will always last

We never talked that much
Now I wish I could
But he ll never know
That I wished so

He will never be
The friend he could be
Will never know my secret tree
My top ten and our best three

But it's good that he didn't see
How I cried and cried
when he Ceased to be
And gone like an escapee

As if a song finishes abruptly
Only never to be replayed
Your mind tries hard to rewind
But sorrow distorts memory all the time

But wait
Mine is dead
Yours may still be here
Some so dear, some not near

Do whatever
Talk, sing, cry,shoot, send
Anything is better than
That one dead friend..

Friends
Nothing happens later
You know better!!

When I go back
and listen from beginning to end
every song I listened to back then,
I feel so sad.

Remembering all that I did,  
back when I was feeling hopeless.

Very, Very & Fantastic

She struggles with each verb and noun,
Adjective, conjunction, article and even
Pronoun.
All to better brain:
Maintain
The art parts, smart parts,
A la carte parts.

There are leaders:
Chairmen of the boards who stay
Long adolescent in some way.
Ambitious, never swaying
From their standpoints, outlooks and perspective.  Oy!
A very, very Oy yoy yoy!

“I am best!  Don’t mess with me,
Don’t carp or bleat.
My words unquestionably
                                         right
And those who choose to disagree…
Are rendered useless usefully.
My deeds, and all I nominate
Are very, very, very great!
I live on very un-elastic,
Very, very and fantastic!

Very, Very & Fantastic 7.29.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

In A Quandary

In a quandary.  In a pickle.
Temptation and dependency;
Enslaved by self-indulgence;
Keenness that becomes a blend
Of day’s beginning and day’s end.

On the bus, inside the car,
Telephone beside the ear;
Walking, talking to yourself? Oh no,
It’s talking to a god-knows-who
For god-knows-why.

Am I the only person
Riled by this phenomenon?
Addiction to diversion
In the guise of help and benefit?
Yes, even these can dig the pit
Of hell-p-less-ness.
Information, facts mind-blowing, quick.
Fascination and allurement on a stick.

Having learned some new found tricks -
Heartening, supportive pick-me-ups,
One notices, (I notice) that the
‘Pickle’ quickly trickles down
Into those risky parts of vanity,
Its need for company
And other longings.

Frisky sports who gaily own
Desktops, laptops, Ipads, smart phones…
Know what I talk about:
Joy that takes you from yourself
While telling you it is yourself:

Programs, sites and violent games,
Interaction with big names –
Presidents and criminals -
All their problematic schemes:
Everything’s on board for every sort:
The bored, the interested, the scared.
The strong, the undecided: snared.

A sticky, tricky, muddled mess,
A sanctuary become quandary:
Game of chess and source of stress
And one we seldom choose to harness;
Goodness!
Can one win it?
I’m not sure.  I’m in it.

In A Quandary 7.26.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin

it is upto us
to choose,

whether these times
are going to be long
forgotten years,
rotten with bigotry,
stinking of nothingness

or as a testimony
for the times when we
burned our minds and souls
as embers on a cursed night
to never look for the sky ever
in search of a false hope.

Wake up daily in pain in my heart my head my life.
What did i do to deserve so much heartache and strife.
I am not who u see and the person that u think u knew.
I am not that mother aunty daughter sister they say its true.
Oh know one really knows what i truly would give.
If it didnt hurt so much for me to just live.
Looking at the reflection of me in the mirror u are to blame.
Now look at everyones smile at your failures life is no game.
U try ur hardest to not make excuses and do whats asked.
U talk a good one but u cant stay focused enough to stay on task.
Oh if u only knew what i truly would give.
If It didnt hurt so much for me to just live.

By Arcassin Burnham


Heaven rewards,
people like you in my world.
for better or worse,
i will always be here for you in troubled times..


Heaven rewards,
people like you in my world.
for better or worse,
i will always be here for you in troubled times,
and even crossing lines,
you've yet to embrace this life , of loving me.
when everything is fine,
when everythings alright,
i would walk a million miles just to set you free..

i would die,
a million deaths to have your soul.
intertwined,
so that we could become one and grow old in troubled times..

i would die,
a million deaths to have your soul.
intertwined,
so that we could become one and grow old in troubled times,
and even crossing lines,
you've yet to embrace this life , of loving me.
when everything is fine,
when everythings alright,
i would walk a million miles just to set you free.