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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--

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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"

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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

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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.

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Week #72
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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?)

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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)

TRUE HAPPINESS

"Oh, you have made me SO happy!"

"I am happy only when we are together!"

"If you leave me, I'll never be happy again!"
 

"(cough, cough, spit)...we've kept each other happy for 57 years, 102 days, 16 hours, 31 minutes..."!
 

Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera...

______________________________________________

Hmmmmm. I posted the following in the past, and it still ringing in my head. I am every day so VERY happy, but nearly always it is the result of sayings or happenings of someone or something else. When my happiness is inside me, inside my heart, inside my soul, and for only this reason:  "Just because"...then--then may I smile truly in the Universe, and answer honestly the question "How are you"? with this response:
"H A P P Y !!!"--grin!

"True happiness is caused by nothing. True happiness is causeless. When something or some Peep causes my happiness, I will become possessive of that thing or Peep. I will become anxious, lest I lose it. 

"If I ask the mystic why he or she is happy, the answer will be, ‘why not?’"

"Nothing will ever upset me. No one shall ever hurt me." (Peep must not be human!)
 

YEAH...RIGHT--grin! I keep trying and growing!

--From thoughts of Anthony De Mello.

Thank you to MANY Peeps who really know what I'm writing about here. Loving you all. PEACE!
--Steve E (aka "happy-roni")

A STORY-VERSE (STERSE?)

Sorry, I lost URL of artist. If anyone knows it, 

please inform me. Thanks! It was in "DeviantArt"......

THE LINE FORMS HERE, PEEPS!

"Step right this way, 

to end of the line",

said the Peeps in charge.

Order, it prevails,

not what you'd think.

Double columns of people

stretching large and

far, to faraway parallels

like train rails we stood

around city blocks

Tic-tock, tic-tock,

hours, minute-molted.

Hearts simply sank...

some of us, frail,

might simply fail

to stay upright;

our goal

not yet

in sight.

Thousands slathering

before us, gathering

to cross the moat

and vote. 

Thus, the 2-3-hour wait,

our recent fate,

price for being late.

Slow march to destination,

we--all strangers--said "Hello",

settled into a quiet darkness...

began to "know" one another.

We discussed lives and loves,

friends, history, mothers,

mystery.

Eight in number, traveling

"family"-on-foot, braving cold.

Four for Barack, four for Mitt

we joked and laughed,

played and prayed.

Child said, "Hey man, you're old.

You go front and sit!"

I answered, "No thanks--

these, my new-found Peeps ,

I'll stay, stand my ground."

Yes, politics we discussed

friendly

briefly

so all save face.

And yes, laughed and played

--spiritual moments 

to know....

laugh.

play.

vibrate.

......vote!

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

--Steve E

NOTE: Next post I intend to write brief sketch 
of each Peep in the "Group of Eight" (above) 
while I remember them...before I do not--grin!

 

This "LOVE" Business

Posted rather late (last one in, #109--grin!) on D'VERSE, a favorite place!

Prayer Girl at Naples Beach

Love? LOVE it!

People say that love hurts, 

but that's not true.

Loneliness hurts.

Rejection hurts.

Losing someone hurts

Envy hurts.

We confuse these with love

but in reality, love is the only thing 

in this world that does not hurt.

Love covers up all pain 

and makes us feel 

wonderful again.

--Unknown

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

WORRY? HO-HUMMM!

"DON'T KNOW ANYTHING
BELIEVE EVERYTHING"

Since I don't "know" anything

I can only suspect that a title

should have been awarded me.

"World Worry-Wart 1943-2010". (www.)

Now I wish to trade my unawarded title.

Joy rules! New mantra:

"What a Wonderful World!" (www.)

Lyrics to a song of c.1943, 

as sung by Gene Kelly:

"If you worry, if you worry,

if you bother your head.

It won't help you

it won't help you,

it will hurt you instead.

You can laugh and sing and dance 

as gaily as an elf,

B U T.....

Don't expect to get much help

unless you help yourself"... 

"Worry"--out the window 

Oh let the sunshine in!

PEACE and JOY, Peeps!

Steve E