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

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. 

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 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...

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

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

MR G-MAN

 

photo credit:  

Il_sorgere_della_luna___by_S_e_n_t_e_n_z_a

DEVIANT ART

 

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 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

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

Posted for ONE SHOT WEDNESDAY

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

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.

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  

MAGPIE 34-- WHAT REALLY HAPPENED

This was inspired by Willow's Magpie Tales
Please visit HERE for more creative poems, stories etc!
And JOIN US for simple, almost rule-free FUN! 

 

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

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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! 

...

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