Tuesday, July 15, 2014



Dreams borrowed from god of night,
next day trying in vain to recall
so to excite with my pondered write

Straining to replace what's melted away:
might they together "save the day"


Wheels of my mind...HALT!
STOP! in your suddenly meshing grind
In frozen moment, press Shift, Control, Alt...
realize what was lost was not mine.

Allowing thoughts of serene peace and love
to silently meet with me at the first of light.


I performed a Google "image search", could not find source...

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


From Magpie Tales


In old church I prayed, sitting solemn on my ass
Young man came in...reflected in the glass
Walking--in a hurry
Holding something furry
Said, "Please take this kitty, while I offer mass..."

--Steve E
Posted for Magpie Tales

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Please say, "HE LED A COLORFUL LIFE"...

IMAGE: Photographer Marcy Purdy

Hans Christian Andersen

In the little town there is much festivity:
they are holding a wedding there with dance and play.
To the happy man, the wine sparkles so red;
but the bride looks like whitewashed death.

Yes, dead she is to him whom she cannot forget;
he is at the feast but not as the bridegroom.
He stands among the guests at the inn,
stroking his fiddle cheerily enough.

He strokes his fiddle, his hair turning grey.
The strings resound: shrill and loud;
he presses it to his heart, paying no heed
whether it breaks into a thousand pieces.

It is quite hideous when one dies this way,
his heart young and still striving for joy.
I cannot and will not watch any longer!
It will make my head spin.

Who are you, with your fingers pointing at me?
O God - graciously protect us
from the madness that may overwhelm us.
For I am myself a poor musician.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


remember when
kitty said
mew, mew, mew?
now, it's



Sunday, April 13, 2014


Thania Sayne leans on the headstone of her husband 
 day before their wedding anniversary on 16 Oct 2013 


Before, during,
after fame
did love's flame
keep on burning,
never adjourning?

once I,

loved by lovely artist
who traveled every place
on our globe,
on her toes


oh! I miss her face
god, I miss her so...
not secret our love,
nor for show

remember we,

strong trees?
tall we stood,
roots weaved
but never tied?

and I took leave
and died?
oh! hurting heart,
you cried.

we met--before fame.
even during, next--
how persistently flame
continued to burn.

truest of loves
has no adjourn...

our one anticipation
to meet, greet,
on street or shore

 "quoth the Raven,
our enscription:

Published Sep 2013
Rewritten Apr 13 2014

*Edgar Poe, THE RAVEN

Sunday, April 6, 2014


Sail Away --by elvengaard

Summer 1966 

Dear *****

Kurt was my "Sunday Morning" bartender. Sign, posted out front of Dusty's Red Barn in Naples Florida, read "LAST CHANCE for ALCOHOL until MIAMI".  Yes...I stood in line with others who also had--on Saturday--miscalulated their liquor inventory. 

Kurt's body was adorned with muscles as a holiday tree with ornaments and lights. He WAS one muscle. In an earlier life he caught his wife night-after-night. He, high up on small swing--she, even higher, flying through the air. High-wire circus performers who retired to Naples.

Originally from Sweden, Kurt and his wife loved sailing, and partying so much that I figured about all Swedes did was sail, drink, and fly high under a tent.

Kurt and I became friends, we both drank a lot. However, when Kurt would stop for the day--or night--I'd keep drinking until, well...until somehow, chaos entered the room. In minutes, I fantasized hell into a bright, shining goal instead of a death-dread.

Kurt owned a 36-foot wooden-hulled single masted sailboat, which I loved from afar.  At his invitation to go sailing without wives for a week, I said "YESSSSS!!!"
Reluctantly, of course--grin! 

Preparations included 5 gallon gasoline for the small auxiliary motor, 12 cases of beer and 1½ cases Early Times Bourbon. It was a compromise. Kurt believed one case to be sufficient, I wanted two cases on board, ya never know.  In my small "personal" case, I hid 3 quarts of vodka--to be on the safe side. I remember some water, lots of ice, and a case of Cola for Kurt. Also some food, about which I remember little.

(So many cases of beer--because if we should run out of water or ice, shrimpers at sea would trade for beer--boy, were they a rough, crude, bunch. Whoo!) Since it was I who clambered aboard the larger boats, made the exchanges, I recall my fears of indiscriminate bodily harm. 

Involving sharks, naturally--grin!
I had never seen much sense in beer drinking. It is mostly water, I figured.  In fact it was beer with which I watered geraniums. They were forever wilted. Always thirsty, I guess...

One weekday morning at 10 AM we set out, a lone boat in Naples Bay, even more alone out in the Gulf of Mexico. My first real "sail" adventure about to begin.


Part 2 will follow in couple days

Friday, April 4, 2014

Awakening Day

Day had just awakened.
Darkness blinked once in
barely discerned burst of first-light
as it were--and I, being snapped
in flash-photo darkness.
Oh! The feeling...the sight!

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

To muse of rose-strewn heavens
nature's aroma beautifully joined
with numbered thousands
splashing, silvered minnows

In silent awe
I saw a dolphin
followed by two,
rising, falling in unison
sliding under, above
Happy! Free!
Home: the sea

Absorbed totally, insanely,
bird-songs gently pierced
my acoustic nerves.
Sweetest melody (sigh)

Not red blood, but JOY
flowed through my veins
Into my heart--ecstasy!
No words to express

Porpoises had stage front
"Here we are. SEE?"
These happenings
in near-silence.

All this caught my attention, as
earliest sights and nature sounds
brought me to a great reality:

Today, I have not had a drink. 
Neither had I to think
about it.
Thus, another day,
another day awake!

Mine: in aquiescence,
wait for God's next move--
in my life...and yours!


Originally published in "steveroni" blog,
October 2010 as THE SEA...AND ME.
Now rewritten.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

After this...THEN what?

At first I wanted to be
in the end,
a giant sequoia tree
a redwood

three thousand years
after dying
without pain or fears
to LIVE!

Naples is not the place
for timber
to grow tall with grace
so die again


Article concerns
an ecological urn 
in which to place my ashes

along with a seed (and stuff)
and with few if any complexity
use my body to grow a tree.

AHA! It's the Tamarind I love
and have
It started as a single cutting,
a stick
and in ten years became twice size
of house where we live.


OK! So the Tamarind Tree
is who I'll finally be
after life
after die
after fire...

30 March 2014

Posted on dVerse Open Link Night

Monday, March 24, 2014




1. Set my affairs in order
2. Make a GoooD confession
3. GO!

(Yes, I would!) 

For a closer, 1½ minute look, 


(I love the philosophy of the female narrator, 

who thought of turning back, and she says, 
"NO! This is like in life, you say 'yes' and then
you DO it"


FORTY YEARS AGO, March 18, 1974, at age 40, I drank my last quart of cheep vodka (the kind you can still taste the next day--grin!). And so today marks 40 years of abstinence from alcohol or any mind altering stuff...well, there IS (Thank You God!) COFFEE! Please join me in a prayer to God, for the suffering alcoholic-addict out there who might see her/himself as HELPLESS and HOPELESS...

PEACE and LIGHT, Blog-Friends!
Promise I'll TRY to post more frequently
b/c it is GoooD for me!