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

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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GRASS!......MY ASS!

Beautiful flowers, petals gold

GAWD! How did I get so old.

Came out here to mow the grass,

but first had to plant my ass

in the wet stuff

 LYING IN MY BRO'S BED

Yesss...before work,
REST!

as in

"Begin 
with dessert,

salad last on menu;

(use a  fork, el stupido

in such polite venue..."

Awwright, no more  bluff--

got to go

and mow.

 TALKING TO MY BRO-MELIAD

But wait! May I not have

one last sniff of snuff?

(singing) "Hi Ho-Hi Ho" Etc.

Taking off shirt

No more shirk

from work--

and wet stuff

Photos and poem by Steveroni

10/11/12

NOTE: 2 weeks, and mow it again!

FOOGY MORNING, FOGGY BRAIN

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This image to whom I speak,

she is my desktop. Shhhhh!

I am talking to her now.

Softly.

Silently.

Sweetly.

All is quiet,

In pre-light stillness

of passing dark moment

of night's darkest.

Settling in--dense fog.

I shall ride to meeting in total

enjoyment, lost in thoughts

...and memories.

And my favorite of these?

Pick one, sweet dear, I bid

you....from yesteryear,

remembrance nearly hid.

___________________________

I am chatting with her now.

Softly.

Almost silently.

In fantasy.

Still again, all quiet,

daylight wins match

over black night.

Dense fogginess!

Slow ride to meeting

total enjoyment as I,

steeped in thoughts--

accompanying birdsong

and sweetest memories.

Steve E   (aka steveroni)

REGULARLY and OFTEN

Self Awareness   (Google Images)

 

A reason for praying, meditating,
regularly and often:

To avoid being dragged
into miseries of Peeps
I meet and greet daily, 

I ask for awareness. 

Regularly. Often.

Higher Power has sent me

some few who are at
bottom of life's barrel.
Or so they believe,
or maybe perceive.

Need to review, renew and
refresh my attitude, my gratitude,
regularly and often...

...I ask for the gift of humility.
That virtue is alien to my nature.
One Peep I know is a 'living futility'
I try to make sure he sees, agrees,
that God works in him...not I,
as he climbs from pit of denial
to that place where he can 

look me in the eye

...and smile!

Another I watched with care
during an eight-month growth--
no psycho-doc, no counselor.
We climbed 12 steps together
(God held him close--tethered!)
from despair to breathe fresh air,
to live, laugh, and love more.
Placed self on
farthest shelf.

And occasionally I feel
not abused...
but so 'used'--
sneak away. In private, kneel.

Gratefully meditate.
Humbly pray.
Regularly.
Often.

Steve E  (aka steveroni)

RANDOMNESS

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Believe this--I know nothing about many things.

Even don't know when the clapper claps

if the bell sounds, resounds, sings, rings.

Whether heaven is or ain't

or whether any such Peep

named sinner...or saint, is

not necessarily the point.

Neither here nor there (or

maybe IS there and here?)

___________________________________

The artist* is much like (unto) God.

Talented, creates her Peeps,

places them in desired location,

land and seascapes, village, nation,

emanating from erupting soul, her love.

Now...is that not like her God above?

Trees, breeze, leaves, created

with pen(s), ink(s) and blank sheets

*Ces

_________________________________________

Girl climbs mountain thousand miles away,

violinist plays tunes--glad, sad songs.

Tunes at distant tombs, plays them today

and through all of earth-giving/// BONG!...BONG!

(Not sure. Was a clapper clapping?

Was a bell ringing?)

ALARM CLOCK!!! Sheeesh.

_______________________________________

Are heavenly Peeps singing, laughing? If

relatives watching, what FUN must they enjoy.

"See? Steve is riding that scooter on Tamiami Trail!"

Five uncles and One aunt,

wishing to ride--but can't.

Are dozens of my sainted cousins

feeling Burt's softness?

Kitty-cat, five inches long,

rescued 15 years before

from under wood pile next door

one cold, rainy and dark December night...

Souls living in complete, perfect happiness:

When I lie down in bed,

kitty wrapped around my head

purring, nuzzling neck, licking face--hmmmm!.

As those saints look earthward and see

do they ever wish that, for just a moment,

they were me?

Probably not!--grin!

But I can only think in humor human,

smiling during reveries such as these.

Steve E  (aka steveroni)

LOVE and PEACE!