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

Saturday, August 31, 2013

FLY ME TO THE MOON

This is a re-worked poem from several 
years ago--I wrote then under an alias...



LOVE BIRDS

rode with the wind
flew out in style
brother, I've sinned,
loved every mile

we slept on 
beach, bench,
tall building beams.

down, to mountain streams
flew with feathered beaks 
to quench thirst, then we
soared over highest peaks.

breathless, stopped to rest,
flapped wings, other things,
there built our love nest
there exchanged our rings.

oh my love, you remember
moments, we held no bars,
sweetest nights of December
full moon dressed in stars?

you wondered then
if we'd ever
be human again--
whether we could sever

ourselves from 
living and loving 
in birdland...

away from fantasy life we 
flew     
for that's what true love birds
                                            do

--steveroni


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

REALITY...the UNIVERSE



ROOTED in REALITY  

"Moments of perception can build into 
lifetime of spiritual serenity, 
as I have excellent reason to know.  

Roots of reality,
supplanting the neurotic underbrush
will hold fast despite the high winds 
of the forces which would destroy us, 
or which we would use to destroy 
ourselves.

--Bill Wilson, 
letter, 1949


Picture Credit, click HERE
WORDS OF THE ARTIST,  Thomas Jergel

"This is a conceptual piece I made.

It is all about how I feel everything is rooted in reality and connected, 

the tree rooted in the ground, 
the birds attracted to the tree, 
the light bringing an otherwise dull tree a beautiful glow along
the mysteriously atmospheric and beautiful dark reds of the sky.

The roots of the tree is also depicted 

as being connected to human beings 
with the roots connecting with a bodypart, 
which bodypart it actually is, I'm not telling 
because I want you to make up your own thoughts 
about what might best connect 
the trees and nature to us humans."
(Slightly edited)

Sunday, August 25, 2013

MAG #183: PASSING PLACE

Published to Magpie Tales. 
Picture-inspired write. Do it, 
then linkyour post to Magpie Tales 

Passing Place -- steven kelly


THE WHITE-COLD MILE

Oh, the cold, freezing chill,
new sign on weathered post,
snow pockets white on hill,
I'm ready for the roast...

One remaining expectation
while shivering, shuddering,
thinking, riding on this, the
final day-- my cremation.

Here is the place
of lasting passing--
from earth to space

Riding past "Passing Place"
traveling through blasting
northern Decembrrrr air,
under helmet, frozen hair!

Accompanying thoughts of 
a huge pyre, I "see" my 
laughing self happily sitting 
there in splendid, raging fire.



--steveroni

"The Cremation of Sam McGee",
by Robert W Service
influenced this short rhyme.
Identifying thoroughly with the 
poem's protagonist, I continue 
loving to be warm.

Friday, August 23, 2013

LET GO...LET GOD





I LOVE THIS



Detachment is overwhelming 

ATTACHMENT...to God

So simple, real and true.


steveroni

Thursday, August 22, 2013

A FIFTY-FIVE FOR BRIM.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN



"Fill it to the rim
...with BriM"
OR...
"Live the full life
..with Brian M."


Today remembers birth
Gather, you fellow d'Verse
Be filled with mirth 

Poets galore
Shop favorite store
and buy presents...

"Haves" and "Have-Nots"
for Kids-and-Tots
Toys for girls and
boys, and Disadvantaged.

Say, "Brian sent these."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 


--steveroni
Claudia, asked us to write a "55" for Brian's birthday TODAY

Shoot over to dVerse and wish Brian Happy Birthday...and do your  own quick "55" (short "something" in exactly 55 words. Post it, visit dVerse with your link , and join in the party

Also posted on G-Man's "55" Friday blog






Sunday, August 18, 2013

Angel Elsa



photo by Elena Kalis



She'd heard about
earth-people's strangeness.
Those who "knew" 
who God had chose".

Yet...

flocking en masse
to tallest-steepled
church on hill

all

gathered as if sepaled;
delaying, ignoring
denying the truth.

She saw...

What else might
Angel Elsa learn
during her visit?

Well?

Mirrors of distortion
were not discussed in
earth-trip orientation.

Poor little angel--
BAM, WHAM! SMASHED
into and beyond.

CRASHED!

"Dammmm.
That's same thing I collided with
last time I was here",

said Angel Elsa

--steveroni

"Angel" post was inspired 
by photo on "THE MAG"
Everyone is invited to
go HERE and follow
simple directions.
It is fun for me,
as you can see
Thanks, Tess

--Steve E






Tuesday, August 6, 2013

A TREE AND A PALACE

This poem is posted at 
Open Link Night #108
C'mon and join in the fun!

A TREE 



MYSORE FIG

One hundred seventeen years ago
a slight fig twig arrived by boat
to a settlement near where I now live.

Growing tree sustained wind
damages from many hurricanes
named "Mysore"--NOT for her 
sufferings and broken things.

Annually, thousands come by 
to visit, chat and ogle. 
Owner happily receives all
who stop...except the State
Planners, who want to chop away
Mysore, and expand the roadway.

United States' largest fig tree.

would be no more.
(Never was Mysore
an eyesore.)
A PALACE


MYSORE PALACE

More than seven hundred years ago
a palace was built in a city 
on India's south shore
called Mysore
Living there is one of
generations of royalty who greet
annually ±three million visitors.

City of Mysore is known as
"City of Palaces".
Only one named "MYSORE PALACE".
Second only to TAJ MAHAL
as India's tourist destination.

ONE
Mysore Palace
10,000 miles (15,000 km) 
from Mysore Fig Tree

ONE
Mysore Fig Tree
...and that tree lives
ten minutes from...me!

steveroni
Aug 6, 2013


Mysore Fig Tree in Estero, Florida

Photo by Corey Perrine, 
NAPLES DAILY NEWS 

Saturday, August 3, 2013

COMING OUT FROM ISOLATION

Castillo de-San Jjuan-Priorio Asturias
Near Oviedo, north coast of Spain
(Rebuilt as private residence)



A POEM

Sir Castle, you hide
one side of 
your face
with lace 
of Ivy


Mighty Fort, is it blame

or shame 
we're not
allowed 
to see?


Brick and mortar-mud

you stand so 
proud, tall,
and I below
so small...


But as yourself, O great House

I also kept hid within
--transgressions?
(Some call it sin.)
All mine


MY "lace of ivy"

wall covering
is smiley face
of ivory, a mask of
which none dare ask
"Are you OK?"


For years, Sir Castle,

my "house" been under
restoration, renovation:

rain, lightning, thunder...
CHAOS!

Finally, the sun! 


Let Light shine

Let PEACE reign
These days are the very best.
"Take what you need, 
and give back the rest."

--steveroni
Aug 3, 2013