RANDOMNESS

Written and posted for

dVerse poets

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?)

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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

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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.

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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!