FRIENDS

 Don D and Steve E with 

first Motor Scooter 1949

Photo by Norma (Mother!)

God sends me friends,

unseparated Parts of Himself

to share, to care,

(and I was told)

to be aware.

Human nuggets, pure gold,

not for shelf-keeping,

dusting, burnishing

now, then, and when...

Precious souls!

Friends, God's bestowal,

carefully held in my heart

cherished, loved,

more, more, and more.

...as slowly older I grow

--steveroni

August 2014

MEMORY--OH! WHERE YOU GO?

DREAMS

Dreams borrowed from god of night,

next day trying in vain to recall

so to excite with my pondered write

Straining to replace what's melted away:

Inspiration

perspiration

Respiration

might they together "save the day"

OR....

Wheels of my mind...HALT!

STOP! in your suddenly meshing grind

In frozen moment, press Shift, Control, Alt...

realize what was lost was not mine.

Allowing thoughts of serene peace and love

to silently meet with me at the first of light.

--Smiles

--steveroni

07/15/2014

I performed a Google "image search", could not find source...

ANOTHER SUNSET 2

Posted ON and FOR dverse

"Open Link Night" #128

(reposted and edited from OLN week #9)

PHOTO: LAST NIGHT FROM OUR FRONT YARD

pics

of sky--

for this guy,

way

too much.

wish no more

for

to grace

my blog space.

scene

from street

where I greet

a

sober

october.

my
prayer:
ev'ryone

live
for now.

and above

all--
 asking
                     Peace.
                                   Light. 
                                               Love.

--steveroni

PASSING THIS WAY AND THAT

POEM


at age six 
I ran away from home.
it's hard to run away
when not even allowed 
to cross the friggin' street,
for to meet 
patient destiny

life's ageless span
daily became same:
flurried blurs,
factasy avowed
to who--and you,
while crossing
our own avenue

brief--duration of life
yet painfuly slow,
filled with strife
when time to go.
ought I...cross this path?
thought I, "no"...hmmm!

"I no longer love her
that's certain...
but maybe I do love her?
--love is so short
forgetting is so long *"
*Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973

near age something-nine
oh yes! I felt fine.
in unison voices...loud!
hear them! “run, run, feet.
but don't cross that street!”

sweetest bird-sounds,
violin among tall trees
ashes and butterflies
together flew by--
a brother deceased,
un-wombed...
spread by breeze,
entombed
in the universe

whispered to me
in foreign code,
“...do not cross that road!”

steve e
as edited from one april 2012 posting


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub
OpenLinkNight -week #125
every Tuesday,
starting at 3 pm EST.

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

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

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

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

FAR OUT

Published for Open Link Night, 

week #119, in dVerse Poets Pub

Pic Art--click ETERNITY

ETERNITY

do you have a few minutes?

SURE!

wait--are you certain?

how do you know if

there's time to stay...

or is it time to go?

Alpha, Omega

in between EVERYTHING,

this very moment--

it's where Eternity lives.

chocolate cookies,

soft breeze,

kind words, dreams,

hope, love.

below? above?

a loosened leaf 

floats onto grass.

yet ALWAYS is now!

past, future

exist not.

when time 
shall be stripped away,

neither before nor after

 left standing--

eternal, spiritual life

evermore. FOREVER.

no beginning!  no end!

...and joy, 

happiness therein

is but,

and only,

first and last...

--LOVE

--by steveroni

AS SHE WALKED AWAY

♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY to DEAR FRIEND ♥

Every Tuesday is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

Today @ 3 PM Eastern doors open for OLN week #114

PHOTO BY Chandra Sugiharto

my friend, do you really know

where you go, or why?

is to mountain, sea

or big-city spree?

from foggy morning's

damp are you running...or

walking toward something new?

sophisticated lady, you

still smoke and blow

rings at ceilings

in subtle, yet carefree manner?

"do not wait, waiter--but now!

set by me here

caramel-colored beer!"

(white foam topping?)

morning walk, "cool" style?

or running for life, in fear...

are you yet not realizing,

many friends all are near?

know that everything

ends same way.

as in "all okay"

so 'til that day,

hear what the monk

had to say:

"all life, same.

divided in two,

frozen stream--

burning flame.

that hottest fire

...is love."

that is all what is

in the end! nothing ever more

shall inhabit space beyond that door

except undying, unending love.

truth

unlimited

infinite

Let'sTake a "Trip"

A Trip in Jazz.  

Inspired from a Blog Post by CLAUDIA ...

in dVerse, Gay is asking for a poem topic, 

"something" about jazz.

PICTURE CREDIT

Thanks, Claudia

Wow, what a trip!

...enjoyed the ride, 

and all the while 

playing the tones

--and the deep notes

whew--I love jazz, 

remembring when I'd 

trouble myself, 

try to pick out the tune, 

unknowing that just to

let it be happening 

is best. 

Alas! The beat, 

mental gymnastics,

intricate "tonguing"

...scaling heights 

then drowning in it all.

Feels like never 

will touch ground again, 

feet...but finally all 

settle into nice, warm, 

fuzzy happy again.

Jazz, Love, I've always known

same could be played again, 

but never retrieved as before

--being ever a new score,

spontaneous imitations

improvisations

which at once

chill, thrill, "kill".

Jazz, you ghost! 

Continually haunting my house,

you keep me 

lovingly addicted...

steveroni 

2013 Sept

MAGPIE TALES week 184 SONG BIRD(S)

Published to Magpie Tales week #184. 

Picture-inspired write. Do it, 

then link your post to Magpie Tales 

 art by Jeanie tomanek

courtesy of The Mag 184

Song Bird:

Hello, Pretty One--Yes, YOU! 
With wings and things,
sharpened head-ring,
anklet replacing boot!

She:
Shhhh! We must not sing so loud...
behind us is that man in the cloud
who spys on me.
I flee to be free. 

Song Bird:
I help you escape, now.
Freedom also my desire.
Jump down from that tree, girl;
set your wings afire.

She:
So afraid, that I might land
on that antique-mobile, but
will try to hit the sand.
Will you hold my basket, Bird?
But...OH!  You have no hand.

Allow me to sing a short poem
which I read on this blog one day...
it is for you, Song Bird,
listen now to what I say:

She:

has become

a most beautiful

Song Bird

♫♫♫

♥

Fly little bird 

Fly if you must

All this is because 

Your lack of trust

Has overcome your

Knowledge of love.

Cavort on beaches

And notice above

White dove...

That'll be

Meee

--steveroni

WE HAVE LIFTOFF! A MAG TALE

This MAGPIE prompt is found HERE, 

and shared by all who wish to 

write a few lines, and "Sign in, please"...

UP, UP...and AWAY-AYYY

Lift us up you
beautiful balloons, to
asteroids, planets, moons
to happy place
in space.

Up, up, and awayyy
baby, maybe
to stayyy?

In our balloon-mobile
together we'd steal
far from the "mirth"
of earth, 
laughing instead
with the stars.

Silently, we sped
on our journey
past planets and rings,
black holes and things.

Days and months
turned into ageless years.
Of never finding way back
became our primary fears

He: Already you "Pop" yearn to return?
She: How do we  "Pop" go back?
Simply "Pop" one balloon,
then "Pop" another...see, we're 
passing Jupiter "Pop" and Mars.

Did "Pop" you enjoy the ride?
Kiss, kiss, kiss--that means "yes"!
Before we land: POPOPOPOPOPOP...
Honey, straighten out your dress

As we lay there 
on the earth-hill, 
grass grew beneath...
we did declare
our love.
So sweet.

Never again did we meet!  

steveroni  :-)

Love, a Vignette

Human Love is about as understandable

as the galaxy pictured below, 

although some will say they "know" both!

This poem came to me while riding

home from a meeting today...and it

is one of the FEW of mine that I like!

andromeda galaxy

LOVE: OBSERVATON

That love in your heart?

ear does not hear

through all those so smart

words, via shiny monitor.

A voice may, of necessity

deliver messages of levity,

or profound promises

most delicately gossamer.

BUT.......

True love shows its

unmistakable self

between sweetest gazing

of two pair eyes,

so wise, no lies...

then it is, love can express

in kiss and caress

.......Exquisitely

--Steveroni
4 May 2013

(Real Love IS an action word. 
It is consistant and constant "doing" 
for another and others, 
in complete absence of self)

YA NEVER KNOW

For Open Link Night, week #93 at dVerse Poets Pub. 

Postings begin Tuesday at 3 PM EST

EDNA WAS A BIKER-GIRL!

 A TOY CAN TAKE YOU 

ANYWHERE

Picture age four, a little boy
to whom Santa brought a toy
fiddle. Word rhymed with
diddle, as in "Hey Diddle, Diddle
The Cat and His Fiddle...
cow jumped over the moon, and
dish ran away with the spoon..."

I positively hated the violin
Hated my mother--a sin--
which led to many years
of torture, tears and fears.

SKIP from age 4 to 75
Hardly a man is now alive...?*

In nursing home a violin plays--
and it is ME, some days!
Playing for the old folks,
conjuring maybe a memory.

Smallest old lady (Edna) in wheelchair bent
over, as if God might send for her
that very afternoon. Eyes closed, nothing
moved...soundless room...just we two
alone (with about 40 others!), me
on floor, kneeling so I might see her face
and she, restrained with a brace, still in
mode of sightlessness.

I said to The Spirit--"What shall I play?"
Floated out from my violin that day, a
favorite "Ave Maria" which would say
most honest truth known, to Edna,
new Friend, most smallest lady--who
opened her blues, squinted at me. 

As we "connected" I saw a tear--only one,
roll down beautiful age-pruned place
along that creek where nose meets face.
What Utter joy--HOLY JOY I felt, as
her joyful memory-tears followed the one...

Thank You, God the Father
and Thank You, my Mother
for Gifts you both gave me that day,
Gifts for me to now give away......

As nursing aide rolled her away, I felt something taken from me.
Several days later, she was in heaven with her real Sancta Marie.
A nurse had whispered,
"We wondered if she would ever again
look out from her head bent there...
whether might once more shed a tear."

LAGNIAPPE:

...and every now and then, finding myself in a dark alley of life
I remember that day
and ask Edna to pray
for me.
--steveroni

This happened several years ago at                              
Moorings Park, Naples Florida

*from Longfellow's
Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

MUSIC AND MUSE AFLOAT

Posted in OLN (Open Link Night) week #89.

Join us beginning 3 PM Tuesdays at dVerse…

     

Both paintings titled "VIOLINIST" by Mark Chagall

CLAUDIA, MARC CHAGALL, AND ME

While reading a few of  my blogger “favorites” I fell upon (yes!) this gem by Claudia…and comment here with words I really felt.

“Lots of fun stuff to “look at” in this piece, Claudia. The painter paints, and he awesomely colors violinists in non-gravity. (Is THAT why they called me –back in the day–”spaced-out fiddler”? NO!)”

The following is Inspired by Claudia's work

Clacking keyboard: she and me

and cherry blossom tree, amid

violins bathed in colorful splendor…

Chagall said(?) “Imagine how it must be

to live in all colors, minus gravity.” Hmmm.

Both lived in three-dimensions—or four--

waiting, suspended, not really real.

Falling in or falling out of their place;

a catch, a kiss, love forever sealed.

Nevertheless—

traveling 
endlessly,

separately, we

...In space!

--steveroni

March 25, 2013

ALL I KNOW IS ALL I KNOW

This post will appear also on dVerse Poets Pub

Tuesday February 19, 2013 after 3 PM...

on OLN Open Link Night  #84

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