ANNOUNCING NEW BLOG

Hey, Peeps!
and all the ships at sea!

Any one who might be looking for steveroni blog...

PLEASE be directed to the FOURTH DIMENSION, 

 since this is my active blog for 2011 and beyond

...maybe into the--you guessed it--the FOURTH DIMENSION

PEACE, Peeps!
Sincerely,
Steve E

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)

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."

 IMAGE:  Christmas by ~kiiw

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. 

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...

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
Please visit HERE for more creative poems, stories etc!
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