THE NINTH--A POEM

MOON AT DUSK NAPLES FLORIDA

(MY BACK YARD)

DID I hurt you
with my rhymes?
throbbing heart,
how many times?

Much sorrow.
words written.
sobs internal,
face down, abed with
bear named Ted
Not in same house,
maybe tomorrow!

Is it true
I hurt you?
Words--
knife-deep in heart;
risky game of life
played by my
key-caloused 
finger-tips?

Oh! Those lips!

These days, rue
Stolen happiness
Deleted dreams
Evaporated hopes
Dying faith
Non-existent love
all the above in

generated wireless
format; delusion
self-centeredness
self-importance;
me, me, me
self, self, self…
WHEEE!

perchance you dance,
as elf on shelf
midst nouns
unsaid

where installed
with other books
...unread

--steveroni

A verse for dVerse Poets Pub
OPEN LINK NIGHT #85
Come HERE after 3 PM Tuesdays
and bring "whatevah ya got on tap"

Title THE NINTH is reference to
Step Nine of Alcoholcs Anonymous...
The "Making Amends" to Peeps.

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

LOVE IS NOT DEAD

A Valentine poem

from one who lives in heaven

to one who is living on earth

FLORIDA

(Left side is North, top is East

bottom, Westerly,to right is Southerly)

POEM FROM BEYOND

Feeling is so strong:

sometimes, looking down,

I see right into your world of

living, working, laughing, loving.

This Valentine Day I frown

that it has been so long

I wandered off and away

from the darkest nights

on that sunlit day, to stay,

in this heavenly space.

Frowning, I look down; 

this love you believed lost

 transitioned into 

sweetest soul-fragrance,

purest love--essence

of everything,

all that was or ever is.

If love is not,

God is not!

Caring, sharing, though

you might not know;

keeping you safe.

our family too...

so much now I see,

between frown 

and looking down

Love makes not fools,

only of those who 

refuse to believe

Love never dies, never lies,

never says those "goodbyes"...

You've never been loved more

since couple years before--

 as my soul finally escaped, 

hovered over the shore,

then WHOOOSH!

Seems like, WOW!

everywhere now

Do you "feel" me looking down?

Don't you sense nearness?

I dearly, clearly bless

you AND LOVE YOU

on this beautiful
VALENTINE'S DAY!

--steveroni 

"...PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM."

Blog author Myriam Loor 

(First book: "Because IT IS I") 

gave permission to publish what I wrote
--freely utilizing HER inspiration and perspiration 
in writing the original. Thank you, Myriam!

Steve E

55 years of Steve: Private photos, papers

PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM

Here we are...back--

at same place we've not been.

Our connection powerful,

with fresh newness--

Ummm, known so well

For first time again

we meet,

like same, 

like never before

always familiarly different

yet always familiar.

Two paths joining--

twining incessantly 

yet paralleled

crossing infrequently,

crossing, linking,

intersecting, 

many times

Together, apart.   

Sweet, gentle strength!

Back......we.

--Steveroni

Published in dVerse Poets Pub's

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# 83..begins at 3 PM Eastern Tuesday
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Mag 155, 2/10/13, At Last--Again

Art work by Joseph lassoro

FIRST TIME AGAIN

Traveled these many miles
to that place we used to meet
never forgetting first time
--we didn't even say "hello".

Beautiful face, now smiles!
I know--so, direct my feet
to tables colored in lime,
to kisses--
sweet...
wet...
mellow!

--steveroni

WHITE NITE

MIGHTY WHITE, NITEY-NITE

Ummm! Wow! A white page! 

All white!

All night!

Maybe by morning chucked-up,

full of quotes, wise sayings, 

smiles, tears, 

thoughts, dreams, 

hopes, fears...

But page (and me) still fucked up.

Page remains white

And it is still night.

Gotta sleep now! When I am tucked up

in the bed

it shall be

as I said,

Ahhhhhh...such delight!

Whatever I never wrote

was for someone else to read

--sorta like a grounded flower

having bloomed her lovely seed

...POOF!

--steveroni

written for dVerse Poets Pub
Come and read some 

"GoooD Stuff", Peeps!

LIFE IS NOW, BABEEEE!

Decided to jump in, drop a few lines, 

visit a bit with my friends at dVerse. 

Open Link Night begins Tuesday at 

3:00 PM Eastern right HERE 

Backyard shot of Moon peeking through

trees and silver clouds January 28, 2013

LIFE BEGAN
AT AGE 75

Prior to now
existed void
in me; in all
I knew...or not,
it seems.

Several lives I've lived
without living.
Mucho dinero tossed aside
without giving;
Only unloving drunken schemes.

Life began to stir...I say
"Oh God!" it took years
to boil, bake and cook away
hundreds and more fears,
extremist esteems...

Then, ahhh! The experience
breathing, feeling, living.
Risks? Well damn!
Changed name to Sam,
moved in new regimes.

Twenty-seven thousand hours
lived in this sweetest,
wonderful world: M.E. and D.D.
private, secret universe;
dreamers and dreams.

Country, family,
jobs, friends, life
traded as trivium,
for finding truest love
ever imagined of me.

By God's design
became yours
and you...mine!
Love--no words describe.
Most hoped: just to perceive.

Unknown, unforeseen
those several years
of large, of lean,
much laughter, tears
mingled into one WE!

Where from here?
Next? there? Maybe
simply pass on, knowing
this, and not much more:
there IS a God. See?

And we ain't He!

--steveroni
2013

HE

This posted for
most successful poet club.
click dVerse 
 http://dversepoets.com/
Open Link Night 
(OLN) #75

HE, HIM...WHOEVER!

Arrogant, rude, selfish,

of no account..

I know him like bad dreams.

Whoever he meets 

wishing himself to mount

highest in their esteem.

HE

(inspired by one other

he hated her

who created him

yes, his mother!)

HE, FULL of him,

liar,

cheat,

thief.

Without

relief

he pictures himself

Santa's main man--

elf-chief...

HE

endears HIM to

others, collecting

hostage-trophies

thinking he

so big.

And what he is

but a pig

In terms terse

He hates

whole Universe.

HE

fancies being

savior of Peeps.

Full of crass--

His raving

saving

not his soul

nor his ass.

Arrogant, selfish,

a non-account..

How is it

I know him well?

Well...well...

HE is ME!

Thanks to the program Alcoholics Anonymous,

which is teaching me to live and love

in a manner heretofore foreign to me.

And thank God Who showed this place

to ME...so HE

might teach me

to BE and LET BE!

steveroni

Peeps, I just cannot keep up with my life as it has evolved--and also keep up this blog. So for about the 5th time, steveroni is bowing out. I will be on Face Book, unless I choke on that as well--

click on  FACEBOOK ADDRESS

Comments will be open for some days and then closed. The blog will stay up here as Fourth Dimension, until I return--no, I'm not sick, nor in prison. I have made this blog a load I cannot carry for now. My interest is in learning html, maybe other coding as well. And Website work, and it is this study paves the road I'm traveling.

I LOVE YOU ALL, HAVE LOVED YOU ALL! My heart is sorry, because every one of you bloggers have meant so much to my growth these four-plus years. May God be good to each--wishing I could name names now, but it would read like the "begets" in the old Book!

LOVE, PEACE, and JOY...ALWAYS!

Steve E

PS. 
A friend suggested to TURN ON comments.
All know that I follow directions--well SOMETIMES!
Comments WILL receive a response.

Time Flies

Many years I have observed...

the world pass in front of me. 

I waved, of course....slowly, as

life, lives, and time seem to flee.

Peeps looked and stared at me--

peeked right into my face.

Is ogling all they had to do?

Like I'm from another race?

True, one arm was shortened at birth

which made me somewhat lopsided

Not to mean my life saw no mirth...

!!! like when a man asked "What's the time?"

I pointed my long arm at three-ish, 

my shorter arm at seven.

(Real time--grin?  quarter after eleven!)

He missed his flight. Sheeeesh!.

Lord knows I tried to make amends

but at that moment I heard one say,

"This, buddy, is where your life ends."

Tossed me into closet with old junk-friends.

I waited patiently through long day.

With short arm I scratched my face,

as long arm kept twitching, like every second.

Listening to noises all about me,

constant sounds, "clicking, clicking"...

noticed yellow-painted sign over door:

"Clocks That Never Stop Ticking"

TIMEX CORPORATION

--steveroni, aka "tic-toc-aroni"

Head on over to dVerse and

bring your verse or whatever for

OPEN LINK NIGHT

Week Number 74

Game of hearts?

Sixty-five years since I bought 
my first motor-bike...age 14

Hooked from the first.

Also hooked by my 14-year-old sweetheart,

who stood waiting for me one evening

under a light not so bright

Already late

First date.

NO! She did not "ride" with me. 

We rode the city bus 5¢.................

POEM

heart shaped

hung by string,

a way of life

for everything

bleeding, hoping,

loving, waiting.

One day,

all so clearly clear;

can see and be seen

by even you, my dear

leaning against 

dimly lit lampost

--no moon this night

shadows moving

in the way they do

looking for ghost to

jump out--say "BOO!"

You glance but don't shout

as each tiny four-to-six-booted creature

bandies about those heels so tall.

wishing somehow

those heels 

were wheels

RRRRRrrrrrrrr...SCREEEEECH!

"is it my...YES!

He's my biker-guy!".....

The Universe still complete

hearts persistent will beat

as all continues

and would

and should

No

Matter

What

--steveroni

LOVING and JOKING--a poem

Posted for

dVerse Poets Pub

Open Link Night

Week #73

(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern)  

“While I'm writing, I'm far away;

and when I come back, I've gone.”
― Pablo Neruda

simply a POEM

my darling!

light lit

radiant, yet dim.

blue bulb

‘veScent aglow

you waiting 
by window
moon--fullest
And we,
blissly blest

"goodbye?" no.

more  apropos--

“hello!”

our shadows spoke

I listened,

finally, broke', 

stepped away...

(here comes a joke!)

like old Peep

who sold seed.

“These special seeds

Grow at such speeds,”

Say Shadow-Peep to me.

“Throw them on the ground

And JUMP BACK OUT OF THE WAY!”

OK? fair warning.

Back to story of mine

(and yours—sublime?)

One hour, one day
at a time
I shall write

And tonight,

saddest poem of all:

 “I loved you

and sometimes... 

you loved me too.”

― Pablo Neruda

I LOVE these two
Neruda quotes,
especially the one at top!
(And also the one at bottom--grin!)

CHRISTMAS about SIX, B.C.

Posted for
dVersePoets Pub
Open Link Night
Week #72
(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern) 

CHRISTMAS c.6 B.C., by Steve E

Little ones--picture this sight:

Bethlehem shaking, shivering

as Child was born that night

inside  stable--

the real Body and Blood.....

Enough warm love inside His little chest

making water, melting snow.

Whole world flooded, as gifts

from His warm Heart flowed.

Roused from blanketed sleep

by sweetest music in high fidelity,

bunch of old fellows with sheep

found their way fast, at last,

into the barn,

and warm

to attend

first midnight mass

Animals knowingly bent

Their knees, witnessing

Most spectacular event

Watch what happened after that!

They rode in with the wind--

not in limos, but on camels sat

three wisest guys,

one totally black...

with squinty eyes!

Following slow-moving sky light

Many weeks, many miles, they

Gazed.

Amazed--

at most bright

Lamb of God has now met

face-to-face

lamb of man.

One Son shall live--another sun set.

During following span-time,

third of a century by count

he lived humbly sublime.

Behold! A donkey to mount!

He rode through streets.

"Hail King!" shouted they

as thousands Peeps he meets

along the routed way.

That little Babe,

child of wonder

had become a man...

life broken asunder,

dying midst  sounds

of tympanic

thunder,

curtain dropped.

While life

painfully stopped

.......and started

Note: re-posted and re-worked
from an "anonymous" blog of mine 
(December 2010)

IMAGE:
That Christmas by
thehiddensapphire
in Deviant Art

ISOLATION--A GOOD TIME?

Words of "Isolation"

Music from "Fascination"

"It was Isolation, my dear..

T'was this Isolation,

sprung out from my fear

Heart that's made of lead

might as well be dead

Unless "I love YOU"

is--yes--what she said,

so true..." 

"Happy Thanksgiving 2012"

Thursday began for me like most other mornings, attendance at an early AA meeting (actually, two of them), happily greeting and enjoying friends in recovery. I had earlier posted on Face Book and elsewhere, how wonderful I felt, while wishing the same for everyone else--it IS a holiday!

Something unusual hit me in a sudden torrent of fear, preceded by a premonition that all was not well--in my head. 

A committee had formed in my brain, in emergency session, to remind me how worthless I am. How could anyone wish 

to be in my presence, or even near?

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

hear that bell ring?

it was my clue

to call somebody.

Anybody. Even you!

Nope! Rather be suffering. 

So I did "do" dinner at noon, and, 

tired from  forcing a smile, 

went home to "isolate"

--just as I used to many years ago. 

ALONE AND LONELY
1958

 I was alone and lonely

also I spoke to no one

and the world

seemed a strange place" 

One day while walking 

along the river bank, I met

a snake, a snail, and a shell.

And I spoke with them:

"All life is twain,

the one a frozen stream;

the other a burning flame.

And that burning flame is

LOVE!" 

(4 lines from THE PROPHET by Kahlil Gibran) 

Later I came upon 

a little child in a carriage 

...and she smiled tenderly at me.  

--Steve E, December 1958

OK, ces sation...

no more im molation 

a bit of--ap probation? 

(is that a word?--grin!)

That which brought you near

also brought you HERE

Sobriety intact,

Steve E  (aka steveroni) 

IMAGE

Family Bonding 

by ericashanee 

In Deviant Art    

POEM (Slightly Erotic?)

Posted for

dVersePoets Pub

Open Link Night

Week #71

(Starts Tuesday at 3 PM Eastern) 

Click  Two Hands Touching

On "losing myself" together:

(Lyrics) South Pacific:

"...you may see a stranger

Across a crowded room

And somehow you know..."

________

A GLANCE! Perchance...

Is a touch

SO MUCH MORE THAN...

skin-on-skin,

touch within

whilst

hungrily we suck

the sweet nectar

each of the other...

"...OH! these heightened senses

as only you can evoke in me--them!"

WOW! A touch is

SO MUCH MORE THAN...

Eye facing eye

Skin-to-skin

heart-and-heart

touched within

TOUCH--

FAR MORE THAN GLANCE

leading perchance to

a place elsewhere

...or nought.

_________

LAGNIAPPE:

(Def: Small gift for the customer--like the 

13th cake, of a dozen ordered)

I love lazy

Love river of sweet syrup-delight

rolling and winding its way

through mental-movie--my life

Yes, me crazy!

Moving with that rivah

Crazy Peep forevah.
_____________

NOTE:

Inspired by my Friend SHADOW'S blog

Some of her own words I have
(with permission)

twisted and bent to fit my

old twisted, bent mind

Steve E (aka steveroni)