Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Thursday, July 14, 2011

A SOMEWHERE DIMENSION



JUST WHERE IS OZ?

Feet danced lightly on the
red brick road of love
to Somewhere
Over there

to a land far away
between mountain and sea
a paradise where live
the tallest trees
and honey-bees

where bluebirds sing
cow bells ring and
Peeps wish on stars.
Children glide on slides
somewhere—over there

What is that trestle-like arch
which none has seen begin
nor has yet found the end?
seeking always that pot
of red brick, or yellow gold
brightly young, or faded old

in perpetual smile
upside-down
happily frowning—you!
oh! beauteous rainbow
forever changing
exquisite colors

we were enticed here
by the red brick road
now changed to gold
will we ever or shan't we
discover elusive golden pot?

Though it seems like not
dance we must
on the gilded path
whatever its color
or course where it lead.

What we found is this:
the universe itself
teaches faith, and hope
that all which ever was
all that will ever be...

is love

no begin, no end
to rainbows of life

--steveroni




16 comments:

  1. beautiful poetry...love these lines:

    the universe itself
    teaches faith, and hope
    that all which ever was
    all that will ever be...

    is love

    happy day~

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  2. smiles. you rock my friend...keep following those rainbows...hope...and in the end love wins...

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  3. Absolutely, and that 'red brick' road ain't so bad after all, Dorothy. :)

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  4. I always wonder what is there at the end of a rainbow.

    It is love.

    And what else?

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  5. Inspiring, Steve. You are truly inspiring....Smiles, Jane

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  6. So true and so beautiful.Smiles:):)

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  7. Absolutely amazing post, and true, when we follow with our heart, (our true eyes) we cannot really fail...for we have a higher power that fills us with love and when we are sorrowful, shows up and shows us love again.
    xo

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  8. this felt like dancing on a rainbow...there's always such a lot of color in your life steven

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  9. Love this, Steve. "Somewhere" is obviously a very happy place.

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  10. steve ... you have the heart of a poet, the soul of a wanderer...this is beautiful. i loved this passage:
    Though it seems like not
    dance we must
    on the gilded path
    whatever its color
    or course where it lead.

    What we found is this:
    the universe itself
    teaches faith, and hope
    that all which ever was
    all that will ever be...

    is love

    'tis true ♥

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  11. HEAVENLY:
    “Beautiful Poetry” are not words usually attributable to my poems, girl. But..if YOU like—I like! Thanks

    BRIAN:
    We all looking forward to the 19th...but how in the world can you Peeps outdo what you have already accomplished?

    CATFISH TALES:
    Yup! Trudging the 'red' brick road!
    PEACE!

    RAINFIELD61:
    None else! Love is that 'Gold' , so often given reference—grin!

    JUST JANE:
    Oh! I'd love to be 'inspiring'...but honestly believe it is those Peeps who read and interpret, who are inspiring ourselves—when it comes to ones poetry or art.

    KAVITA:
    My gosh! Thank you, woman...

    GABRIELLA MOONLIGHT:
    Gabi, in many ways, we think alike about things. I never realized that 2 years ago! Keep being your sweet self, and follow YOUR 'red brick' road—grin! PEACE!

    CLAUDIA:
    “Color my World”...mix and match. I like your latest Avatar, German Girl!!!

    PATTIKEN:
    “Somewhere” is there, here, or any and everywhere. And yessss—very happy place(s). --grin!

    LINDA:
    You-writer of the loveliest comments, thank you! 'tis true <3

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  12. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home." :)

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  13. I like your poems,
    their form and content.
    You always surprise me about your choice of theme.

    No beginning, no end;
    it's too huge to understand, so I just accept this is how it must be.
    Too big for my brain.

    Then again; if there was a beginning, what was before the beginning?
    I can find no sensible answer; it's got to be a God to do that.

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  14. Steve,
    Your romanticism and art poetry shines more and better all the time!
    Delicious read
    Thank you
    :-)

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  15. MAGPIE:
    ...and I'll bet, I'll bet, I'll bet you saw the film three times!

    FELISOL:
    Sure I am happy you like my poems. That used to be why I write them...NOW, it is because I have this strange inner urge to 'get it written' QUICKLY! Also. I don't choose topics any more...they sort of choose ME! I'm SO glad you are here. Thanks.

    DULCE:
    When YOU write that my poetry shines better, I am honored--I know you mean what you say/write.
    Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

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  16. beautiful poetry. You've got the talent! Love the colors

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