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(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--

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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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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

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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!)