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


12 comments:

  1. I remember my own flights to the moon ... Lovely poem, Steve ... Always, cat ... don't forget me, eh?

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    1. Could NOT forget...this time. YOU are now on list of the "very select few" in
      my celebrated sidebar favorites. Squeeky engine gets the oil?
      Just kidding, but I DID add you this morning--it's the only way, I'll be sure to read your posts, OK?
      Captain Redbeard--aka, Captain WHITE BEARD (since 2004).....

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  2. great closing lines....and you know we only have to let go of that dream and fantasy accepting our humaness if we want...love is that powerful. smiles.

    happy saturday brother.

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    1. Brian.
      For me, the only way to let go of dream and fantasy, is to fill the hole made as they left--with reality. With any character defect, if I practice the opposite (virtue), God can take away the problem behavior.

      One thing is saying/writing it
      Another is DOING it. HO-HO-HO!

      Thanks fo inspiring comment, my friend...It's 20 minutes from Sunday...OMIGOSH! SEPTEMBER...Well, I wish you Merry Christmas!

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  3. Love is so powerful, it flows us to the moon.

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    1. The moon...and beyond, Sir Rainfeld.
      Peace.

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  4. Oh, those wonderful love birds!
    Magical poem!
    Guess, I'm off to the moon now :)
    Loved it!

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    1. Margie, I love your ENTHUSIASM!!! Thank you. Next people to the moon will find you there, smiling...happy...as always

      PEACE and LIGHT, Margie

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  5. nice... i like the idea of taking a bit of that fantasy with you into reality and everyday... that's what true lovebirds do - right? smiles

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    1. Claudia, I do believe you understood completely this post.
      Thank you for that, and more!

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  6. John! thank you. (I think you'd say "love it!" if a blogger but sneezed on here
    such as

    A-A-A...CHOOOOOOOOO!)

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