Starry Nights - Mag 234

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Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

Artist, in field 

stood, as if affixed.

About to devote, yield

himself to posterity. 

So alone, he mused...

Forever it seemed, I

lived in reality

only to at last "see"--

and this night--

faced the Universe...

Truth 

Great circles of reality

lived always nowhere else...

but within my soul, my self. 

While I'd been looking out,

yes, apart, away from--

Now I am a part OF 

all which ever created.

This scene I MUST show

to my brother Theo,

(named for "God" Who lives.)

("But HOW?"

 "Paint, man! PAINT!")

In manner described as Starry Night--

He oil-spread circularity Eternity,

ALL being such colorful ONE.

Beauty Unbelievable

for you and me akin

for truth within.

--steveroni 

TRUE COLOR

Somewhere in the Universe

is being shown truth 

as it is--

in guise

of surprise

yet with little fear

does reality appear

even though, like new song

it was here all along

those colors I see

by either sight or light

did never seem

in wildest dream

of truth,

in youth

but are Face of God

being shown 

being sewn

into my memory

--steveroni

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REPAIRING CREATION

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REPAIRING CREATION

finish the job, pick up your toys

gonna be a wet afternoon

let's beat that rain, angel boys

she's comin' mighty soon

(always fixin' things

forever repairing, 

replacing pieces, 

fitting, placing, faring;

wish supper bell 'ud ring)

we're gonna get wet, boys

ya got about a minute...

c'n feel the drops now

damn! we're already in it

(puzzle scene incomplete, 

took too long to find that last piece.

funny--how small missing part,

one slight blemish will thwart

perfection of all universe)

rainin' good and hard now

don't fly away and leave me.

(I), archangel tells you angels

what to do--when--and how

so that's the way it'll be...see?

God sent us on a mission, so

by God, we execute, wet or not.

Slip that piece-puzzle into place

let's go now, back into space.

(frustrated!

job's done, heaven's waitin'.

rather than common angels

i'd sooner be boss of satan

...oh well, wonder what's 

next to fix? 

good lord'll have us

layin' bricks

on mars,

repairin' lights

on stars.)

bye, earth.  we'll be back some day

us angels just cannot stay away

--steveroni

GUIDING LIGHT

Andaman-Nicobar Islands

GUIDING LIGHT

to wring truth

from anything

be ruthless

when weeding

on the way 

yes, i prayed

asked that You

my God be there

trusting, with faith, 

(i rode without fear)

that those nicest two

also listen, also hear

and they did.

so now can believe 
what said here is true!

witnessed a miracle!

love, powerful--

melting iceberg,

my spectacle

time will take time

you'll not be alone

the guiding light 

will see you home

--steveroni

LET GO...LET GOD

Photo Credit

I LOVE THIS

Detachment is overwhelming 

ATTACHMENT...to God

So simple, real and true.

steveroni

IT'S THE "LITTLE" THINGS

"If small things--for me--do not exist, 

the great is not great." 

- Jose Ortega and Steve E

Jungfrau Mountain Range, Switzerland

AWESOME!

six legs so small--moving speadily

across rock wall, moss-covered,

seems lost. comes thunder, rain.

stare i, in wonder

delightfully formed leaf

detaches itself, life spent.

perfection beyond belief...

i, in wonderment

all creation, constructed in spheres,

often wondered about that, too...

thick steel girders, huge wooden piers.

admiring, i. how about you?

water, air intrigue me

as do moons and stars.

as homo sapiens i "see"

black holes, quasars...

now i've stopped pondering,

no longer in wonder i stare.

wondering has maneuvered to awe

--finally, of God...aware

--steveroni 
3.10.2013

ALL I KNOW IS ALL I KNOW

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LOTTA GREAT poems there, Peeps!

SEE A "HEART" IN THE COASTER DESIGN? LOVE IS EVERYWHERE, PEEPS!

Disney World Coaster Photo by friend KIM ERRIGO

The following written as

comment to blogger friend:

"CatGem"

MY CLOUD OF UNKNOWING

I know, I know...you do not read these comments! OK.
That first line:  "I know, I know" written of something 
which I do not really "know". 

I have become an "UnKnowing" Peep. 
Started out knowing whatever you wanted me to know 
(and some things, you didn't--smile!). 
In fact, only ONE "knowing" remains: 
I know God is LOVE--by deFinition. 
That is all. 
That's all I know. 
Please do not argue that with me, 
because at my age there is not much time to waSte(veroni. HA!)

God is love. This, revealed to me as, 
through an erRor, I pulled up a post you wrote August 2, 2012.  
Though a mistake (Sheeesh!) I read it anyway. 
Turned out I had commented 3 times on that post--(
BTW, not a record for me (smile).

Knowing but one thing (which in effect is a lot) 
I admit to BELIEVING anything and everything. 
But, dammmit, I do not UNDERSTAND anything--
even that LOVE of which the UniVerse is created. 

Cloud of UnKnowing rains
Chaos of ConFusion reigns

Finding the way out only took 
38 years of following a 
"simple-but-not-easy" program, 
following a way of life 
(for me, saved my life!) 
Alcoholics Anonymous. 

As a human bEing, I be. 
Sometimes that's not easy,
 to just "BE"! 

Being part of God's love, as expressed 
in the largely-unknown UniVerse, 
I learn--express my soul in lovingness. 
Loving is (again) simple, but not easy. 
Accomplished by actions. 

The Peeps I work with are constantly thinking of and helping others, 
first, to stay sober, then to help them realize we do NOT have the answer--
we are under a Cloud of UnKnowing. 
But we do have a solution. 
A portion of that is dOing.
--smilingly, he says..."UNDERSTAND?" 

LOVE and PEACE to all who may read this
and to all who may NOT.............
--steveroni

A SPIRITUAL RAMBLE

THE STEPS

 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

liquid-like 
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.

LOVE and PEACE!

 --Steve E  (aka steveroni) 

  

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 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 

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field of poppies in Early Dawn

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RE-SEARCHING

Did not realize how strongly addicted I am to this computer.

Not only blogging, but downloading, 

uploading, FB, chat, email, Texting, 

installing and trying out things,

building (learning how) a Website

Until my computer has been down for couple days

Will try to catch up with all my Peeps!!! 

 

SEARCHING

Are you 'out there'
or rather, are you here?
And if you are so near
why is it not such
that I'm feeling your touch?

My body, mind, heart, soul, yearn.

Which, oh! which way do I turn?

The awfulness is I do not know
for what, where, when, or who.

Maybe it is simply God I seek?
Or is His Will I fear more

to be shown...so to view?

Possible it is God--in You?

keeping me meek, not weak.

Been given power so clearly
dearly lacking--

strength to conquer what
was found wanting,
daunting--

Therein lives unknown and known..

what sincerely I think when alone.

With one or the other,
even sweeter...er,
someone yet else,
my whole life-focus
can change

to focus-less
obscurity

Former obligations

now a way-of-life
whether goodness
or epitome
of selfishness.

So I continue to beat on myself.
Why, when already desolate?
Private version of 'assolvo me'?
Time would nigh dissolve me,
surrounded by dreaded knell,

Adagio-droning bell
 

Every puzzle,
missing spaces
sprinkled among seen
highlight unseen.

Oh please let me be
one who sees that
You are not 'out there'...
rather you are here.
And I love you!

--steveroni 

(Re-worked poem

another Blog of mine

from 2010)

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Searching for by dj fede888
in Deviant Art

CHOICES

 My two Blog-Friends

have choice to make:

up or down,

here or there...

somewhere

anywhere,

aye or nay

to go or stay.

Many 'turning points' on life's road

When melded together

almost become circular.

The following poem came to mind

while commenting on Jessie's blog, soooo...

A POEM

Thinking piety

and mixing anxiety;

decisions on wait

leave naught but action

without any distraction

--or we will be late

I...waiting with you,

and listening, hearing God, too.

For now...not breathing

And 'talking' to Him

Who everything has made

Who all things bade.

"Follow, not wallow

in My footsteps...

wherever they may lead

to plant timeless seed!"

LOVE and PEACE!

Steve E

(in DEVIANT ART) "circel" by
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POEM

Cedar Waxwings

A POEM

Sought in vain and always--

that language universal

Peeps acting this drama, life,

not understanding, no rehearsal.

Yet, “What a Wonderful World”

everyone sings, knows, that

smiling and shaking of hands;

(even if from other lands!)

Singing, saying

"How d'ya do!”

In truth, saying
 "I LOVE YOU!”

Lo and behold,

verses of the poet!

On refrain be told in

music's sweetest melody

Words:

what's right, not wrong

with the world I see

in you, Peep

--and me.

Above,

a duet: Two birds,

of LOVE forever warbling

when high noon

meets full moon.

We sing,

praising.

We pray

and say

"Trust, we must--

in God, thine and mine.”

Never ever

let loose of the Vine.

In God we are so entwined,

and safe now, my friend.

Remembering well the beginning,

Knowing only...there is no end

steveroni

May 15, 2012

IMAGE: Two birds in a tree 

by Earthmagic

in DeviantArt

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SOUL MATE: A POEM

On a day of days I dreamed a dream

of meeting face-to-face,

who God might chose .

Before everything happened, God picked

a soul to merge with mine, to

become WE for endless eternity.

SACRED MOMENT?

On windy, winding river bank

I walked. And talked

with a snake, snail and a shell.

Not complaining about the sandy mire

in which sunk my feet,

I spoke of what

my mind thought and soul desired

Our conversation continued

as they said to me:

"All life is twain:

One, a frozen stream;

the other, a burning flame.

And that burning flame is LOVE!”*

Far distant, I saw one

heavenly being approach me

from another direction.

Her feet did not touch dirty sand.

"What is your name?”

No sound, but I heard, “LOVE!”

Vision beautiful said, without speaking,

"God sent me, lent me, to you.

You are me.

I am you.

One are we.

Friends in body, mated in soul.

Our union—blessed--shall not end with time.

Eternity is now, this moment, which IS 'now and forever'. 

Nothing must be counted--ever--after this time.”

Poem by steveroni

*Quote by Kahlil Gibran in “The Prophet”

Images: Google Images

A HUMBLE HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

NOTE: I'm "humbly"--grin! publishing this one day early, 

because some Peeps, as this globe spins, 

are waking up to tomorrow

 "KIMSET 2"

Photo by my good friend in Naples FL, KIM

HEY PEEPS! 38 years ago this day, March 18, I had my last drink (which I vividly recall). The next night, a Tuesday, I walked into my first meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous (which I hardly remember!)--and have not had a drink of alcohol since. Thanks be to God!

The following is one of my favorite word-thoughts, and I put it here for whoever reads this, to meditate a moment...and know that: "humility" is not thinking less of myself...but thinking of myself less! 

Humility is perpetual quietness of heart.

It is to have no trouble.

It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore;

It is to wonder at nothing that is done to me,

to feel nothing done against me.

It is to be at rest when nobody praises me,

and when I am blamed or despised,

it is to have a blessed home in myself where I

can go in and shut the door

and pray to my Father in secret and be at peace,

as in a deep sea of calmness,

when all around and about is seeming trouble.

On a plaque atop Dr Bob's desk 

in Akron Ohio

these words are inscribed...

Dr Bob Smith, MD is a co-founder 

of Alcoholics Anonymous 

Secret:
I played "Amazing Grace"
on my violin--
seated on Dr Bob's tombstone
7 years ago

LOVE and PEACE to all us Peeps!
Live in JOY, No Matter What (NMW!)
--steveroni

LIVE IT. LOVE IT. DO IT.

OpenLinkNight...DO WHAT YOU DO

...AND DO IT WELL

DOING WHAT YOU LOVE

AND WHAT YOU ARE GOOD AT

GOOD TO BE WORKING

Ever since born

so alone

forlorn

lonely

--isolated

as in “Pffft!”

Trial at real life

how good it is

bird flies

first time

alone

not lonely

Violin sings

majestically

audition sucks.

One opening

one empty chair

I sit there

won by hair.

Bird in great hall

directions mixed

flies to chandelier

sings obbligato to

Beethoven Sixth.

Back to church 
(of my 'yoot')
first rehearse

play the mass

“Long since I see...”

“'Bout TIME ya 'see'.”

“Now don' you go

gimme no sass.”

Not preach

nor teach or

'show the way'--

fiddle play.

God's work

touches Peeps.

Me: “Pffft!”

God: “Pffft!”

We friends

to the ends

--steveroni

March 6, 2012

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Peeps, I SO wanted to write a non-rhyming poem, with a proper beat, etc., 
but right off the bat, the words started in with their sabotage. 
Fuck it, Ill quit trying to do something which isn't meant to be.  
Hey THAT'S a new and unique idea!

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