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

Sunday, November 24, 2013

HEADLINES




THE WEAKLY[sic] NEWS
HEADLINES

monday the first:

beneath shoulder blades
two knives sheaved...
as life faded
body fell...heaved

monday the eighth:

WHO stole body
perfumed...
the same recently
exhumed?

monday the fifteenth:

WHO set in small boat
and left adrift
'neath blanket and coat
dear widow swift?

monday the twenty-second:

story of biblical moses
is what here exposes
"swift" killer:  a community pillar,
none other than rev'rend miller

--steveroni
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Thursday, November 21, 2013

THE WINDING ROAD


"And I wanna be in this moment
No one can take it from me
And I wanna stay in this moment
No one can take it away from me."
--IN THIS MOMENT*


LIFE: TWISTS AND TURNS

(ode to a moment)

ah, peace, 
play simply, 
enough...
for each moment 
wherein i spend 
my life.

this instant,
lived in grateful
attitude, love, 
extends itself to 
countless moments;

moments 
of less stuff
--but enough.


as if each "now"
is one of 
happiness.

it can be, yes?
most of mine are!
are yours?
NMW?  
(No Matter What?)

every single 
instant.

happy news 
about a friend 
came my way.

happily rested
in God's arms
i feel in
all moments 
of yesterday 
...and today

--steveroni

Over @ dVerse, Tony has us writing odes, in the shadow for Neruda---speak your mind, use your 2 cents, while you got it---doors open @ 3 pm EST. 

* IN THIS MOMENT - 
From the new record 'Blood', 
Century Media 2012

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

UNDER THE OVERPASS

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This is NOT the EYE OF A FLY
(It is left head lamp of my bike)  


BIKER TRIP-TIP

awareness is the key
to remain alive
on US ninety-five.

life depends totally
on what I blindly see
(is that rig only one...or three?)
on super-drive ninety-five

riding north, who knows to where
or for that matter--even care?
horizon ahead dark...darkened sky,
storm a'coming on twin-ribbed 95

favorite overpass remembered, where
bike and I had in another year
been sheltered--in five more miles
and there alone, happy, dry...sit I
on route 95

 as bridge-shaking violent deluge
breaks loose (and long before it subsides) 
bikers arrive, strangers, now friends--
all generous with stories of their rides,

also freely giving of themselves--(grin!)
passing around bottles and tokes
like santa's little red-uniformed elves.
party time! well, me sober, and

still-hot Starbuck in hand,
I drink it black from vacuum--
it's all I ask, these moments of peace,
knowing all is well in biker land.

while storm ends amid happy cheers,
listen! on high bridge overhead
hundreds trucks squishing gears
rubber on wet pave, speed-ing

thunder no more
under cloudless sky
on U.S. ninety-five
as eighteen-wheelers 
roar and roll on by

biker be'ware, 
or be not alive.
safely drive 
 Interstate-95

--steveroni

AWARE and BEWARE
how similar, meanings

Thursday, November 14, 2013

SEVENTEEN SYLLABLES

17 syllables


more fun to catch raindrops and snowflakes on tongue,
than to catch a football.

pretty singing--she in shower--
on radio, Tristan Und Isolde

whirring is lawn mower motor--
as low overhead, jet engines screaming

fingers peck keyed letters,
cause computer to crunch many million codes

drinking all night put truth out of sight
till dawn brought me... reality

--steveroni

gay has us write american sentences  today…
 17 syllables… capture a scene… 
see you at 3pm EST when the doors open in Poets Pub "FormForAll"
THIS IS PLAIN F U N !!!

Monday, November 11, 2013

TYPHOON!


IN U.S. WE REMEMBER OUR MILITARY VETERANS ON NOVEMBER 11



"To care for him who shall have born the battle,

and for his widow and his orphan..."
--Abraham Lincoln


TYPHOON

this week, I share pride for U.S. military
--past and present--
with deep sadness for the dead, living,
wounded of the Philippines.  
i pray for those who bravely continue 
searching for and retrieving bodies, 
dead and alive. 
also I'm grateful for nations which 
unselfishly give their resources 
to help temporary limping impoverishment 
of southern Philippine Islands


whether ten, or ten thousand 
listed dead, injured, missing--
a weary heart, same sadness

God understands that looting and badness
come not from greed
but human need.

heaven's gate, bustling activity
souls arriving--proclivity
having been long ago
inspired, implanted 
by God Himself.

in the end, 
everything will be OK.
since OK it is not
also not yet the end!

--steveroni

Saturday, November 9, 2013

PEEK-A-BOO...I SEE YOU




to cherish forever

we realized
our desire, need, 
for closeness,
attachment,
was because 
we might otherwise
been unable to save
the memory of
our love

this...ahhh
appetence,
longing of
being together
was forbidden
not forsaken.
forgotten? never
nor renounced.
lovers were we of 
impossibility.

paradise here 
and there
predictable, 
inevitable--

neither desisted 
nor ceased
because.... 
could not release

--by a past blogger-friend 
carlo benevento

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

PLANT A TREE?-- A POEM



California Redwoods

PLANT SEED AND JUMP BACK

find spot on earth
which has no trees
sprinkle flakes of love
plant sprouts or seeds 
(sprouts are simpler)

one-and-half-century will
grow really nice Redwood 
then sit, relax, and 
wait few thousand years 
(heheheh!)

oh! set your chair far back until
in good time, diameter of tree will
build out twenty-three feet or more...
carefully plant yourself....
so butt won't get sore

take a long nap
awaken to new world
where trees create sap
from below and above
when all universe is
sprinkling flakes of love

--steveroni


Monday, November 4, 2013

THIS IS WHERE I PLAY VIOLIN

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St Elizabeth Seton Catholic Church

Naples Florida USA



STEVE'S MUSIC "JOB"





In order to show my blogging friends one of my weekend activities, I wrote this--funny, at 2 AM it sounded pretty good. NOW I doubt, so it's time to PUBLISH!




Nearly every Saturday or Sunday, in front of that first tall window to right of the altar canopy, stands a man playing a violin--me.
In front of 1,000 seats, some with people--grin!



Eileen, a pianist/organist/choir director and a good musician besides, accompanies me. Four years we've worked together and so we pretty well click musically.


Example of what we will play this week:
the second and third movements of Vivaldi Violin Concerto (a minor).  Other composer favorites of ours (mine--grin!) are Bach, Mozart, Mendelssohn (Songs Without Words), Schubert, Beethoven (from Moonlight Sonata--it is bee-you-tee-full!)...and more. Always more!

Virtual Sheet Music allows me--for a few bucks annually--to download and print literally thousands of all catagories of music. We have a steady stream of different stuff to perform, not all of it "easy".  This keeps me practicing. 


I've been playing violin seventy-four years (started at ahe 5 or 6), and so one might rightly say, "Isn't it about time to quit?"  Sherlock Holmes and Albert Einstein played violin (not duets--grin!) and functioned well until they died--did Sherlock EVER die?

Whatever.  It is fun and rewarding and actually helps some people to pray and meditate (again...me?) before mass begins.  Also I play for weddings and funerals--for the record. HA!

In a former life--grin! I worked as a violinist in Music Hall as a member of the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra:


While sitting here wondering what work other bloggers do--everyone simply cannot become wealthy writing poetry!--I blogged my thoughts tonight.  Besides, the poetry muses amused themselves and bemused me until I said "HEY...STOP!"  ...great segue to
ending this post!

PEACE, LIGHT and LOVE, everyone!
--steveroni