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

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


This posted for
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click dVerse 
Open Link Night 
(OLN) #75


Arrogant, rude, selfish,
of no account..
I know him like bad dreams.
Whoever he meets 
wishing himself to mount
highest in their esteem.

(inspired by one other
he hated her
who created him
yes, his mother!)

HE, FULL of him,
he pictures himself
Santa's main man--

endears HIM to
others, collecting
thinking he
so big.
And what he is
but a pig

In terms terse
He hates
whole Universe.

fancies being
savior of Peeps.

Full of crass--
His raving
not his soul
nor his ass.

Arrogant, selfish,
a non-account..
How is it
I know him well?
HE is ME!

Thanks to the program Alcoholics Anonymous,
which is teaching me to live and love
in a manner heretofore foreign to me.
And thank God Who showed this place
to ME...so HE
might teach me
to BE and LET BE!


Peeps, I just cannot keep up with my life as it has evolved--and also keep up this blog. So for about the 5th time, steveroni is bowing out. I will be on Face Book, unless I choke on that as well--

Comments will be open for some days and then closed. The blog will stay up here as Fourth Dimension, until I return--no, I'm not sick, nor in prison. I have made this blog a load I cannot carry for now. My interest is in learning html, maybe other coding as well. And Website work, and it is this study paves the road I'm traveling.

I LOVE YOU ALL, HAVE LOVED YOU ALL! My heart is sorry, because every one of you bloggers have meant so much to my growth these four-plus years. May God be good to each--wishing I could name names now, but it would read like the "begets" in the old Book!

Steve E

A friend suggested to TURN ON comments.
All know that I follow directions--well SOMETIMES!
Comments WILL receive a response.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Time Flies

Many years I have observed...
the world pass in front of me. 
I waved, of course....slowly, as
life, lives, and time seem to flee.

Peeps looked and stared at me--
peeked right into my face.
Is ogling all they had to do?
Like I'm from another race?

True, one arm was shortened at birth
which made me somewhat lopsided
Not to mean my life saw no mirth...
!!! like when a man asked "What's the time?"

I pointed my long arm at three-ish, 
my shorter arm at seven.
(Real time--grin?  quarter after eleven!)
He missed his flight. Sheeeesh!.

Lord knows I tried to make amends
but at that moment I heard one say,
"This, buddy, is where your life ends."
Tossed me into closet with old junk-friends.
I waited patiently through long day.

With short arm I scratched my face,
as long arm kept twitching, like every second.

Listening to noises all about me,
constant sounds, "clicking, clicking"...
noticed yellow-painted sign over door:
"Clocks That Never Stop Ticking"

--steveroni, aka "tic-toc-aroni"

Head on over to dVerse and
bring your verse or whatever for
Week Number 74

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Game of hearts?

Sixty-five years since I bought 
my first motor-bike...age 14

Hooked from the first.
Also hooked by my 14-year-old sweetheart,
who stood waiting for me one evening
under a light not so bright
Already late
First date.
NO! She did not "ride" with me. 
We rode the city bus 5¢.................


heart shaped
hung by string,
a way of life
for everything

bleeding, hoping,
loving, waiting.
One day,
all so clearly clear;
can see and be seen
by even you, my dear

leaning against 
dimly lit lampost
--no moon this night
shadows moving
in the way they do
looking for ghost to
jump out--say "BOO!"

You glance but don't shout
as each tiny four-to-six-booted creature
bandies about those heels so tall.
wishing somehow
those heels 
were wheels


"is it my...YES!
He's my biker-guy!".....

The Universe still complete
hearts persistent will beat
as all continues
and would
and should



Monday, December 3, 2012

LOVING and JOKING--a poem

Posted for
dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night
Week #73
(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern)  

“While I'm writing, I'm far away;
and when I come back, I've gone.”
Pablo Neruda

simply a POEM

my darling!
light lit
radiant, yet dim.
blue bulb
‘veScent aglow

you waiting 
by window
And we,
blissly blest

"goodbye?" no.
more  apropos--

our shadows spoke
I listened,
finally, broke', 

stepped away...
(here comes a joke!)

like old Peep
who sold seed.

“These special seeds
Grow at such speeds,”
Say Shadow-Peep to me.

“Throw them on the ground

OK? fair warning.

Back to story of mine
(and yours—sublime?)
One hour, one day
at a time
I shall write
And tonight,
saddest poem of all:

 “I loved you
and sometimes... 
you loved me too.

I LOVE these two
Neruda quotes,
especially the one at top!
(And also the one at bottom--grin!)

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Posted for
dVersePoets Pub
Open Link Night
Week #72
(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern) 

CHRISTMAS c.6 B.C., by Steve E

Little ones--picture this sight:
Bethlehem shaking, shivering
as Child was born that night
inside  stable--
the real Body and Blood.....

Enough warm love inside His little chest
making water, melting snow.
Whole world flooded, as gifts
from His warm Heart flowed.

Roused from blanketed sleep
by sweetest music in high fidelity,
bunch of old fellows with sheep
found their way fast, at last,
into the barn,
and warm
to attend
first midnight mass

Animals knowingly bent
Their knees, witnessing
Most spectacular event

Watch what happened after that!
They rode in with the wind--
not in limos, but on camels sat

three wisest guys,
one totally black...
with squinty eyes!

Following slow-moving sky light
Many weeks, many miles, they
at most bright

Lamb of God has now met
lamb of man.
One Son shall live--another sun set.

During following span-time,
third of a century by count
he lived humbly sublime.

Behold! A donkey to mount!

He rode through streets.
"Hail King!" shouted they
as thousands Peeps he meets
along the routed way.

That little Babe,
child of wonder
had become a man...
life broken asunder,

dying midst  sounds
of tympanic

curtain dropped.

While life
painfully stopped

.......and started

Note: re-posted and re-worked
from an "anonymous" blog of mine 
(December 2010)

That Christmas by
in Deviant Art

Friday, November 23, 2012


Words of "Isolation"
Music from "Fascination"

"It was Isolation, my dear..
T'was this Isolation,
sprung out from my fear
Heart that's made of lead
might as well be dead
Unless "I love YOU"
is--yes--what she said,
so true..." 

"Happy Thanksgiving 2012"

Thursday began for me like most other mornings, attendance at an early AA meeting (actually, two of them), happily greeting and enjoying friends in recovery. I had earlier posted on Face Book and elsewhere, how wonderful I felt, while wishing the same for everyone else--it IS a holiday!

Something unusual hit me in a sudden torrent of fear, preceded by a premonition that all was not well--in my head. 

A committee had formed in my brain, in emergency session, to remind me how worthless I am. How could anyone wish 
to be in my presence, or even near?

Ding, ding, ding, ding...
hear that bell ring?
it was my clue
to call somebody.
Anybody. Even you!
Nope! Rather be suffering. 

So I did "do" dinner at noon, and, 
tired from  forcing a smile, 
went home to "isolate"
--just as I used to many years ago. 

 I was alone and lonely
also I spoke to no one
and the world
seemed a strange place" 

One day while walkin
along the river bank, I met
a snake, a snail, and a shell.
And I spoke with them:

"All life is twain,
the one a frozen stream;
the other a burning flame.
And that burning flame is
(4 lines from THE PROPHET by Kahlil Gibran) 

Later I came upon 
a little child in a carriage 
...and she smiled tenderly at me.  
--Steve E, December 1958

OK, ces sation...
no more im molation 
a bit of--ap probation? 
(is that a word?--grin!)

That which brought you near

also brought you HERE

Sobriety intact,
Steve E  (aka steveroni) 

Family Bonding 
by ericashanee 
In Deviant Art    

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

POEM (Slightly Erotic?)

Posted for
Open Link Night
Week #71
(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern) 

On "losing myself" together:

(Lyrics) South Pacific:
"...you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know..."

A GLANCE! Perchance...

Is a touch
touch within
hungrily we suck
the sweet nectar
each of the other...

"...OH! these heightened senses
as only you can evoke in me--them!"

WOW! A touch is
Eye facing eye
touched within

leading perchance to
a place elsewhere
...or nought.

(Def: Small gift for the customer--like the 
13th cake, of a dozen ordered)

I love lazy
Love river of sweet syrup-delight
rolling and winding its way
through mental-movie--my life

Yes, me crazy!
Moving with that rivah
Crazy Peep forevah.

Inspired by my Friend SHADOW'S blog

Some of her own words I have
(with permission)
twisted and bent to fit my
old twisted, bent mind

Steve E (aka steveroni)

Sunday, November 11, 2012


"Oh, you have made me SO happy!"

"I am happy only when we are together!"

"If you leave me, I'll never be happy again!"
"(cough, cough, spit)...we've kept each other happy for 57 years, 102 days, 16 hours, 31 minutes..."!
Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera...

Hmmmmm. I posted the following in the past, and it still ringing in my head. I am every day so VERY happy, but nearly always it is the result of sayings or happenings of someone or something else. When my happiness is inside me, inside my heart, inside my soul, and for only this reason:  "Just because"...then--then may I smile truly in the Universe, and answer honestly the question "How are you"? with this response:
"H A P P Y !!!"--grin!

"True happiness is caused by nothing. True happiness is causeless. When something or some Peep causes my happiness, I will become possessive of that thing or Peep. I will become anxious, lest I lose it. 

"If I ask the mystic why he or she is happy, the answer will be, ‘why not?’"

"Nothing will ever upset me. No one shall ever hurt me." (Peep must not be human!)
YEAH...RIGHT--grin! I keep trying and growing!

--From thoughts of Anthony De Mello.

Thank you to MANY Peeps who really know what I'm writing about here. Loving you all. PEACE!
--Steve E (aka "happy-roni")

Thursday, November 8, 2012


Sorry, I lost URL of artist. If anyone knows it, 
please inform me. Thanks! It was in "DeviantArt"......


"Step right this way, 
to end of the line",
said the Peeps in charge.
Order, it prevails,
not what you'd think.
Double columns of people
stretching large and
far, to faraway parallels
like train rails we stood
around city blocks
Tic-tock, tic-tock,
hours, minute-molted.

Hearts simply sank...

some of us, frail,
might simply fail
to stay upright;
our goal
not yet
in sight.

Thousands slathering
before us, gathering
to cross the moat
and vote. 

Thus, the 2-3-hour wait,
our recent fate,
price for being late.

Slow march to destination,
we--all strangers--said "Hello",
settled into a quiet darkness...
began to "know" one another.
We discussed lives and loves,
friends, history, mothers,

Eight in number, traveling
"family"-on-foot, braving cold.
Four for Barack, four for Mitt
we joked and laughed,

played and prayed.

Child said, "Hey man, you're old.
You go front and sit!"
I answered, "No thanks--
these, my new-found Peeps ,
I'll stay, stand my ground."

Yes, politics we discussed
so all save face.

And yes, laughed and played
--spiritual moments 
to know....

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!
--Steve E

NOTE: Next post I intend to write brief sketch 
of each Peep in the "Group of Eight" (above) 
while I remember them...before I do not--grin!


Monday, November 5, 2012

This "LOVE" Business

Posted rather late (last one in, #109--grin!) on D'VERSE, a favorite place!
Prayer Girl at Naples Beach

Love? LOVE it!

People say that love hurts, 

but that's not true.
Loneliness hurts.
Rejection hurts.
Losing someone hurts
Envy hurts.

We confuse these with love
but in reality, love is the only thing 
in this world that does not hurt.
Love covers up all pain 
and makes us feel 
wonderful again.


LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

Sunday, October 21, 2012



Since I don't "know" anything
I can only suspect that a title
should have been awarded me.

"World Worry-Wart 1943-2010". (www.)

Now I wish to trade my unawarded title.
Joy rules! New mantra:

"What a Wonderful World!" (www.)

Lyrics to a song of c.1943, 
as sung by Gene Kelly:

"If you worry, if you worry,
if you bother your head.

It won't help you
it won't help you,
it will hurt you instead.
You can laugh and sing and dance 

as gaily as an elf,

B U T.....
Don't expect to get much help
unless you help yourself"... 

"Worry"--out the window 
Oh let the sunshine in!

PEACE and JOY, Peeps!
Steve E

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


 Yesss, it is still me
so busy bee,
being here--or there
certainly somewhere.

Too often, too busy.
Continuous quarrel within:
is this--or that--sin?

Do I live under
my cafeteria
of criteria,
rather than suffer 
in deliria?

Put it to rest with a "grin"... 

"busy" waits. However,
"hovering" sometimes 
owns my soul, brain,
Pride and Ego remain (HA!)

I've learned--
and sometimes forgot,
this program for recovery
is not a plot...but 
a "new way of life"  

 Must remember:
in my veins--sap,
not blood. but
spiritual strength
passed from God 
through you Friends.

OH! My Peeps!
Needing you now:
nurturing kindnesses
to heal heart-scars;
suturing experiences for 
sewing soul's open wounds.

So busy!
Being there and here,
everywhere...is it why
--except for this moment--
I be happy, free, 
joyfully SOBER?

It always happens in October (true!)
that memory-bytes return to tell me
I should not be allowed to enjoy this 
freedom from chaos, fear. 
Oh God...please heal
my SELFishNESS. 

No wish to isolate
nor again hibernate.
Let me be busy
but not so busy
that I do not recognize 
Your Presence in 
my Peeps.

Knowing nothing,
believing anything, 
I ask You God, to lift 
small corner of the 
curtain of my unknowing.

 --Steve E  (aka steveroni) 
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