MY FRIDAY 55-WORDS

A piece in 55 words is what is expected

here...Then let the G-MAN know.  AND 

check out some other "55"s

As the Momma bird sets her young ones free of the nest--free to live, choose, love, and hatch--a generational cycle begins anew.

Creation is thus, a continual happy happening as each animal, vegetable and mineral are somehow connected. It is for all and every to find themselves.
 

Grass blade, Tree,
Bird.....Or Thee.

"55" Times TWO! LET MY PEOPLE GO

 FREEDOM

Two Friday "55"s today. If you'd like to play

post a 55-word story or whatever, and let

G-MAN know about it!

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date. 

--William Shakespeare

"55" Number ONE

(LITTLE BIRDS,
GO NOW--BE FREE!)

Fly little bird,
Fly with the wind.
For if you don't
You have sinned.

For the wind is the law
And the law is just.
Whence the wind blows
You also must.

So fly, sweetest bird,
Go fly with the wind.
If you do not
You've most assuredly sinned...


"55" Number TWO

In all Creation
Above and beneath
There exists a simple rule
Creator's bequeath

The rule is thus.
What is following next
All must obey
No matter what
Any one may say:

There arrives a moment
That birds, beasts,
And Quirky Peeps
Even great celestial bodies
Must
Extricate,  
Separate
Uncage
Assuage
And simply
Let go,
Let God..... 

 

--steveroni

 
Picture from

Deviant Art:  FREEDOM by Rippedknees

I NEVER HAD ANY FRIENDS!

NO WONDER I NEVER
HAD ANY FRIENDS!!

This past week, I have got so serious,
that I really needed an emotional break,
and so I'm blogging today a poem I wrote
in 1959 while I was drunk out of my mind.
I hope and pray that your sensibilities may
not be offended. It will never be my wish
to alienate anyone here.

This is a warning--the following
is NOT the usual "steveroni" fare. This was
actually written on the 24th Anniversary of
Alcoholics Anonymous...but CERTAINLY I
was not aware of that fact!
--Steve E.

HOT EVENING IN JUNE 1959

So glad I'm not a dog
With families of fleas
Would not be a flower
And get stung by bumble bees
But wish I were a bird
So I could shit on everybody.

Would never be a lion
With all that fluffy fur
Cannot see myself a cat
Afraid of every Grrrrr--
But I wish I were a bird
So I could shit on everyone.

A horse? Never!
Work, work, work all day
And not either a fish, just
To be caught in the bay
But I wish I were a bird
So I could shit all my "friends".

I will not be a cow
And have you pull and tug
You won't hit me with your DDT
'Cause I will not be a bug
But I'd LOVE to be a bird
So's I could shit on you.

A duck I will not be
'cause he can't fly high
A 'Zookey'---nosiree!
You may be one, not I
But when I'm a bird
I'll first shit on you

Not a cow, lion or cat
Not a bug, horse, or 'Zookey'
But let me tell you, my friend...
When you look up to see----
Tweet-tweet, splat...splat
.........................think of me!

-Drunk Steve E. 6/10/1959

In love and service (Somehow that line doesn't seem to fit?)
Steve E.