DRINKING ALCOHOL TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY
THEN IT TOOK AWAY THE SKY

Friday, December 31, 2010

I LIVE HERE

Re-Post from December 31, 2009

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2011


Frequently, in getting to know blogger-Peeps, 
I wonder, "Where do you live? What does 
your house look like? Your yard?"  
This is where steveroni lives...

WHERE DO YOU LIVE?

And I am so ever grateful to have a place to live. I do know what it is, to stand in the cold at midnight, snow swirling about howling winds. And I am there shivering with runny nose, fever, wet feet in soggy socks and shoes, feeling OH! so sorry for myself--you know the drill--"Nobody loves me...nobody cares!" I wish I had a hat.



Yeah, right. Boo-hoo-hoo! It is snowing so hard, several inches have accumulated while I'm standing there waiting for a bus--hopefully, heated. My ears are freezing, and my fingers also. If only I had a hat. "Achoo!"


Must remember to get my violin out of hock, and see if these fingers will still do the thing. Where did I leave that hat?



NOTE: I had pawned  my violin (worth $950 at the time) for $5...to buy a quart of "good" vodka. Two weeks later they wanted $17 for it's retrieval. The vodka, with my system of rationing, had lasted seven hours.


Ten more years of this kind of life brought me to my knees--literally--in 1974. I have not had a drink since. My gratitude is ongoing, characterized by activity in the groups of Alcoholics Anonymous. There I found, in twelve steps, a way of life...which makes life worth living.


Many of you Peeps are friends who I never have met, and probably will not experience that face-to-face joy of meeting. But I love you--ALL of you. And as we trudge this road of happy destiny, this road of Poems, Paintings, Music, Love and SOBRIETY, I am humbled. God has granted me SO many gifts, temporal, spiritual, and certainly not the least...YOU Peeps, who I cherish. And I now own eight hats!



Love.
Steve E


HAPPY NEW YEAR!


(See you in 2011)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

LOVE AND PEACE!


PEEPS!
It is time for me to sneak in here
To wish whoever comes by a
TOTAL MERRY CHRISTMAS!


It is Christmas in the heart
which puts Christmas in the air.
~W.T. Ellis


A three year old once gave this reaction to her Christmas dinner:  "I didn't like the turkey, but I liked the bread he ate."

Friday, October 29, 2010

FINAL POST

Amended:
There is so much work here in 717 posts. Rather then just trash everything, I decided (during the 30-day grace period given by blogger) to 'undelete' this blog--and to keep it up as a static blog, until such time as.....

BROKEN MAN

Here now stands a broken man--a shell
With countless years strewn wide behind
Of broken vows, banished hopes--he fell
Searching, seeking promise of a better place
--For just another drop his soul he'd sell

Ears ring--he hears an angel's bell
But too much to see, too much to bear
He languishes locked inside his self-made Hell
Yet deep inside that man's thin husk
Dwells the God of all Who can make him well

God's Eyes weep, His Heart breaks
He'd give His Life for this man's sake

And He did!

 --anonymous


Goodbye, all of you lovely peeps!
Love...and PEACE!
From a VERY GRATEFUL Steve E

"No thing is ever destroyed, 
only transformed
sometimes into ugliness 
but often--and surprisingly--
into a thing of beauty." 
--steveroni

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Micro-Fiction Monday-Where is the party?


Note: at the bottom of this post is my application to "Monday's Child" which Jinksy suggested as a proper second home for this 140-character piece. OK?


Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. 
Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday.




 A party
Invitations sent

Wrong address

Balloons
Gifts
Sandwiches
Ice cream
Cake
Candles

Little girl waits
Mother also
 Where IS everyone?
--steveroni

Jinksy suggested I post this also on Monday's Child. Being unfamiliar with the procedure for MC, maybe I'll just 'follow directions'...for a change--grin!

So Go to THIS place for Monday's Child
and I will also. And we will both be happy!

And here is Monday's Child for October 25, 2010
It DOES seem to fit well...



Saturday, October 23, 2010

WATER EVERYWHERE???

To Nature she gave birth
In that Creative moment
Of dancing and mirth

Ah! Nature! See?
Just to be...dancing

She
Takes water from the sea
Filters, clears, makes clean
To return in waves of rainy sheen
Down and back to you and me.

Dance...dance in the rain




It is the grandest scheme
Greater than greatest dream--
This process of extraction
Reconditioning
Using again and again

...while dancing in the rain

To dampen
With sweet
Wetness

To nurture
For growing
And sustenance

Reason to dance--wet

It is the milk
Which our Mother
Dispenses

For dancing

For future
Assuredness
Of life's
Continuance.

--steveroni

Friday, October 22, 2010

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY--MOON ALIVE IN 55





MOON ALIVE IN 55 WORDS

The moon is in fullness tonight
Here and everywhere.
It is full
As is every created space
Every plate
Every cup
Every heart
Every soul  

The fullness of life is in
The seed,
The weed
The flower

It is in the
Yearning
Earning
Learning

Desire burning
Culmination
Salvation   

All full as the moon
And soon.
 
If you wish to "55"...post it, then visit
 
photo credit:  
Il_sorgere_della_luna___by_S_e_n_t_e_n_z_a
DEVIANT ART
 

Thursday, October 21, 2010

MAGPIE #37 "Meeeow!"




Here isTess Kincaid
In her blankey laid
She of cat family
Laps liquids wrong way

One paw reaching far out
Makes opening for her snout
She spys one other
Looks like her mother

Head turns this way and that
Other does same. That cat
In the same exact manner behaves
She says, "Like me--Tess Kincaid".

Crack in mirror,
Or crack in wall
Meeow, Meeow.
Goodnight to all.

--steveroni

This was inspired by Willow's Magpie Tales
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And JOIN US for simple, almost rule-free FUN!






Wednesday, October 20, 2010

WEDNESDAY SOMETHING....


THE CAMERA SHOOK


CHANCE MEETING?
 
This day I met an old man sitting on a huge rock
Higher up than the lower mountains.
With clouds below us so beautifully formed,
I asked him if he might take my photo.
He agreed, and I held out my camera.
So I was thinking
...better not do this.

As he was ready to focus,
His arms from all up to his shoulders
Began to shake in a near-violent manner.
I reached for my camera,
But the look on his face
Told me to continue.
Allow him to snap a picture.

He did.

He smiled.

I smiled.

We both looked into other's eyes
A few tears fell upon high land.
We each then smiled, shook hands,
Whispered our "goodbye".
He was happy, and so was I.

And tonight I ask myself
"Have you been friendly today...
to  anyone who needed a friend?"
And I wonder about the man.
He was so far from any sign of human life,
On top a very high mountain.
The air in its thinness was sweet-smelling.
Like jasmine.
I had rested long enough.

 I am sorry
I climbed so high
...Or AM I ?

--steveroni

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

ONE SHOT Wednesday--CHAIR IN THE WINDOW










Boats on Naples Bay
One gigantic mirror
Smooth, clear, unruffled
Every sound muffled

Overcast day, bit of fog
Unusual for sunny Naples
A Fish jumped, making waves
In ever-outreaching circles.

THE BAY:

Naples bay is Gulf water's extension
Which is reaching out to all, even me.
Nestled In sweet right arm of the sea
Is south-most of this peninsula.

Olde City of Naples:
And it is where I ought to be
At this moment viewing through picture window

Work of The Master Who created artists--
Who created art! Sitting,
Sitting! I could not stand. (This vistaed glory!)

The dentist's chair swings around,
Two over me hover,
Smooth, clear, unruffled
And every sound--muffled
--steveroni



Sunday, October 10, 2010

SUNDAY 160 CRASH




FLY AWAY TODAY?

Four engines
Fuel-mega-drops spew
Off-and up we flew
What sweet memory

The view
Moon above
Sea below

Chaos reigned
Water's cold
Stomach of mine
Full of brine

--steveroni

written for Monkey Man's
Sunday 160
 

 Graphic: DEVIANT ART 
airplane_by_elena1150-d2yeog5.jpg

Thursday, October 7, 2010

It's Friday '55'--"BLIND WILL SEE--DEAF WILL HEAR"


THE TELLATOUCH
 
Children loved him
And his 'talking machine'.

Around him
They gathered...
On beaches, piers, islands, mountains--
In warm Gulf waters.

They typed letters,
Learning to spell.
His finger
On opposite side
Read braille symbols
Which corresponded
To bright-keyed alphas.

Children adored my father--

Deaf-blind

Who gave them always
A story--and a smile.

--steveroni 

Write something in exactly 55 words, 
tell G-Man about it, he answers ALL!
And visit other contributors.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

THE SEA...AND ME One Shot Poetry

The Sea and Me

One Shot Wednesday is where 
We gather to speak poetry. 
Write a poem. Join us. 
Fun begins Tuesdays at 5pm, EST.


DANCING DOLPHIN

THE SEA...AND ME
 

Light peeped once
from clouded eastern sky
like a blink
Day had just awakened.

Miles stretched each way
From proud, quiet bay
To immensity of sea.
THIS! for lone Peep--me

Barely discerned, that flash of first-light
As were--as if being switched on.
 
To muse of rosy fingered heavens
In number of thousands
Swam splashing silvered minnows
 
Next, in silent awe I saw a dolphin
Followed by two more seeming
To rise and fall in unison
Sliding under and above
Happy and free at home in the sea
 
Absorbed totally in my musings
I began almost not hearing bird-songs

JOY flowed through my veins
Into my heart--overcame!
No description
Possible

Still delightful frolicking porpoises
These happenings in near-silence

Earliness of it all first caught my
Attention, until silent sounds of nature
Brought me into this one reality:
Today, I have not had a drink. 

Neither had I to even think
about it. 

Mine is to wait--and
Be ready for God's next move
In my life...and yours!

--steveroni  

Saturday, October 2, 2010

MAGPIE 34-- WHAT REALLY HAPPENED


This was inspired by Willow's Magpie Tales
Please visit HERE for more creative poems, stories etc!
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NOTE PLEASE:
The following short lines were derived 
from H. W. Longfellow's
MIDNIGHT RIDE OF PAUL REVERE
Which you may read...FIRST

MY "PIE"

"One if by land
Two if by sea
Three if by air
(And that would be ME!)

And on the opposite shore
You'll hear my winged steed roar
As I (Shhhhh!) quiet him more.
One day this will all be lore."

So said Paul Revere-a-roni
Telling Peeps through his hand-held Sony
How the lighted signal will be:
Number of lanterns in a tree

Now know former farmers
How better set their armors
In order for all to see
Ways to set us free.

--steveroni

MICROFICTION MONDAY #51 LET'S GO FLYING

Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. 
Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday.




ONCE UPON A TIME


OK. Slow down, 'Peg'.  


Let's look around. 


There are the Twin Spires. 


Can you spot Starbucks down there?


COFFEE first-THEN the oats! 

...

Friday, October 1, 2010

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55--ARE YOU BUSY? YES!

Write any kind of story in exactly 55 words. 
Comment on G-Man's BLOG and he will respond. 
Visit other 55-writers!  C'mon, it's kinda FUN!




The phone call is between one man (whose words are bold font) and a woman, who (PLEASE IMAGINE) speaks in a sultry, sexy, very audible whisper:

 CONVERSATION?

RING!.....RING!.....RING!..

Hello?

Are you busy?

Yessss...

Can I talk?

Oh please yes, do THAT.

 I wish to put my hands here.

Oh! That feels wonderful!
 

And touch you there...
 

Oh yes...NOW!

And kiss your

Oh, that is LOVELY.

And.....


Must you leave so soon?

Girl--have you been talking to ME?

...........Nooooo!

--steveroni

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

ONE SHOT WEDNESDAY -- SEA-LOVE


ONE SHOT WEDNESDAY

LOVING THE SEA 



LOVE THE SEA

Sea of blue-hued beauty
Standing here before you
With respect, admiration
To give you, and love
Yes, love

It is said peace and happiness
(Sometimes warily sharing),
Are those keys to
The door of fulfillment
What of love?

Constant flowing of giving,
GIFTING the unsuspecting
This is the clue
I give you
It's called love

Thank you, oh ocean-body
Huge of water and life
You rage and tumble about
Yet suffer not from strife
I accept your love.

You are my friend, teacher:
Blues of the sweetest hues
Before you I stand erect
In awe and in respect
And in love

And I give you...
Me


--steveroni
One Shot Wednesday is a place where we gather to speak poetry. It's pretty simple, and doesn't even need to rhyme...so go write a poem, and come join us. The fun begins TUESDAY at 5pm, EST.

Monday, September 27, 2010

MICROFICTION MONDAY #50

Microfiction means the shortest of short stories. 
For MFM the limit is a tweetable 140 characters 
or fewer. Hosted weekly by SUSAN




"WRITING"
by http://little-devianty.deviantart.com/



 MICROFICTION #50

What to write?
Something trite?

Maybe Lite
Tonight!

After a bite
(How SO right)
Of HERSHEY BAR!

--steveroni

Sunday, September 26, 2010

CANDY IS DANDY



HERSHEY HAIKU


I shiver and shake
Until my craving is slaked
With sweet Hershey Bar

Oh! Chocolate, my lover
One I cannot bear without
Let me taste you once more

Just one little square
Which I can melt on my tongue
That's all I now dare

Lick and suck and smile
Every thing is OKAY
The rest of today

I hear you say what?
Body, are you telling me
Now you want some more...?

--steveroni

Friday, September 24, 2010

MAGPIE 33 BODY SCENT!

Go to MAGPIE TALES for more, and/or to 
take part in the 'nearly-no-rules' fun!



FOUR HAIKU
FOR YOU

what beautiful tones

this violin, only when

played by a violinist


the mighty old oak

no longer is so great if

no one is to see


A poem utters

only its nonsenses when

nobody to read


Parfum-- is useless

to the sweet loveliness of

your body so bare



--steveroni

FLASH 55 FRIDAY--TAKE MY EVERYTHING


THE FOLLOWING GRAPHIC IS

AN AIRPORT BAGGAGE SCAN

TAKE MY RUBIES AND TAKE MY PEARLS
TAKE MY CAMELS AND ALL MY GIRLS
Rhumba lessons I want them for
The Rich Maharaja of Magador


(MY '55')

Give up your money

Line up over here.

Yes, you too, Honey

(Wipe off that sneer)

Empty your pockets

Take off your shoes

Hand me the locket

Talk, and you lose

Also your belt

Ooooh! I'm being 'felt'

Step right along now, Ma'am

And go right through...

"Flight 7080 to Amsterdam

Now boarding, Gate D-22".


--steveroni

If you wish to write some kind of story in exactly 55 words,
let the G-Man know about it and he will respond.
Then visit other 55-writers (there are many...) GO HERE

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Swallowed

This is my part in One Shot Wednesday
Please visit some of these beautiful Peeps


BECKONING SEA
TAKE ME 

Gazing at the water's swirl
I see the paths of the world
This way...maybe that
Up, down or maybe not

Where do I look to see
You. Which direction to
Face?
Around my ankles the water
Seems to race
And begin
To drag me in

Are you in cold or warm?
Only could I take your arm
And with you flee
To go safely
To that place
Of peace
Understanding
Forgiveness
Tolerant happiness
And patient love
--steveroni 

Image: Swallowed_In_The_Sea_by_Tonyryna

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Random Love Poem

This is my part in One Shot Wednesday
Please visit some of these beautiful Peeps


RANDOM POEM FOR LOVERS

 WHAT THEN?

So, the meeting takes its place
Planned long ago
Concocted, contrived
To be face-to-face
Either none...or

One-on-One.

This is not longer fun
As was the intention
Almost it seems to run
As just something to mention

By-and-By.

"Ya, I done dat
Even been dere
Und ya, ve sat
Right in dat chair."

Hour-by-Hour.

Seeing in your eyes
Will be when I
Remember December
And all those others

Month-by-Month.

Within those eyes is seen a soul
Where much beauty resides
Beauty after which I lusted
And which I had not trusted

Nearly-not-so-Nearly.

If words which tell
Come to me today
I might wish to--well,
You know... wish to say

(Wishing-Hoping-Loving.)

How I may describe the range
Of this love for mon Cheri.
Oh dearest, we must change--
Of jealousy we need be wary

It kills. It kills LOVE.

One thing every Peep to know
"...can only reap what you sow"
So 'from this moment on' I'll go
With new enthusiasm, to fly

Up-and-Up
Away-and-Away.

As we forgive and forget
There is no way to expect
Oracle, nor Miracle
But only what God will let

Happen...Happen!

What then? You (and I) ask--
When what happens,
Happens--or not
Do we brood or bask?

What then? What then?

Ever, for all, the
Key word is then
And then is when
We both will know

Is 'love' really 'love'?

If the answer is "Yes!"
Then our beautiful,
Exciting troubles begin.
If "No!" is response by

One. Or one other

Not the end
No, not the end.
NEVER the end
But re-enter...
Enter again!

--steveroni

This is my part in One Shot Wednesday