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

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

href, href, href...clearing my throat!



 DEFINITIONS

"Brrrrrrrr" means shiver and shake
"Poppies" means...pretty flowers?--grin!
"Href, href, href" means clearing my throat!
"Tuesday" means it is time to write something--ANYTHING!

So (href, href, href) Last Thursday I was chairing an AA meeting, and while putting a topic on the table, someone from behind shook my shoulders, made me spill coffee, and jarred me a bit.

His Voice behind me, in a whisper:
"I've got a liver--I've got a liver!"
(With a transplanted liver
he'd begin to plan, work, play, live!

The metabolic alcoholic,
(who I 'sponsor' in AA)
with nervous shout, ran out
hitting the floor, and through the door..

At the explanatory announcement,
the group of eighty-five alcoholic* Peeps
lauded...applauded, in bursting sentiment!

"Liver-Man" heard this energy from outside
as the eighty-five--hearts opened wide--
sent their group-conscious spirit and well wishes
after him...to meet him...
And PRAYER!

On the third day he walked, talked,
felt so good. He confided in me:
"I could hear my group, my friends,
cheering and (href, href, href) while clearing
my throat ...and eyes,
suddenly realized...
at THAT MOMENT 
I felt Less
Stress.

All which was left was LOVE, PEACE,
FAITH and TRUST--in my Higher Power,
My God, as He expressed himself through
all those Peeps that day."

--Steve E (aka steveroni)

*recovering alcoholic Peeps 


Published for dVERSE POETRY
OLN (Open Link night. 
Post AFTER 3 PM Tuesday

Photo Image of 
field of poppies in Early Dawn
by Adam Edwards, In DeviantArt

Friday, September 14, 2012

55 words: LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

A STORY


Early in life I overheard my father telling someone that he never bothered to talk to me about sex. He said, "Steve will learn that observing farm animals."

I thought women laid eggs, then sat on them until they hatched. My third wife told me that was not true

I was 36 years old.


--grin!
steveroni

Please swing by the G-Man and leave your
"whatever-in-55-words". Then read a few
of the Peeps' offerings there. It's FUN!

Thursday, September 6, 2012


FISHING PIER AT NAPLES, FLORIDA US
Open 24-hours Daily*

Hey Peeps! Exciting stuff going on in this "old man's" life. I am a Webmaster-in-Training. Object:  learn to build and maintain an attractive and User-friendly cyber-home for Peeps recovering from alcoholism.

Even if you only slip in here for a moment, please check this out to see what a biker-girl, a scooter-man and their real live GURU--our tutor--have worked up.


The Website is a communication source for the alcoholic Peeps, with their Naples Inter-Group.


Click HERE

We spend several hours each week in intensive training, and lots more time at home on this project. Please understand!

HERE is the bad part for me--and you know how long these 'sabbaticals' have lasted in the past. I was away from the blogs for 3 days once...and for a whole week a couple years ago--grin! 


I will be reading yours and commenting yours from time to time, but I have recently learned there is only one way to get off this Merry-Go-Round of 20-hour days (and nights) at the computer, Face-Booking, Blogging, sometimes tweeking--I meant TWEETING...and...YOU know!


So that's it for now, my wonderful followers.

PEACE.
LOVE
Steve E

PS. Please not so many notes of  "...how we miss you", etc. Because you KNOW I'll miss you more. True!




*Cannot find the Image-maker of this beautiful Night Scene--maybe a friend?

Sunday, September 2, 2012

CAFFEINE, LOVE, AND ROSES


HAIKU 5-7-5 COMPARISONS

Wooden Roses are Anna's
Photo: Steve E

For Open Link Night--Week #60 at dVerse 
 
Speak to me of coffee;
an elixir like none other?
God's gift to all Peeps!

Is all of life twain?
Frozen stream or Burning Flame.
That 'Flame'--love--IS life.

 Is a rose a rose?
Even made from wood shavings?
When not and why not?

LOVE and PEACE
Steve E (aka steveroni)

I prefer the 5-7-5 syllable haiku 
to the 3-5-3  syllable stanza
because I an wordy, not nerdy--grin!