ON A MIDNIGHT DARK AND DREARY--grin!

If a get a minute, slip on over to dVerse Poets Pub and see what's going on--it's OLN (Open Line Night) # 98.

ODE TO COIN LAUNDRY

 midnight.

swish swash

to'nFro

flosh, slosh

smash.

swishy-slosh

on'nOn

splash and 

sounds of SHHH-SHHH-SHHH!

slippery slope

round'nRound, back, forth

and again.....

too much soap!

Whirring, whirling

pocket full of bits (two at a time)

insert one at a time

heating. hot.

coffee! 

more, more coffee!

laundry-peep i'm not.

now one o'clock, 

to the dot.

la quinta, la quinta

i sing your song

soon be asleep...

all morning long.

--steveroni

a memorable weekend in virginia with poet extraordinaire brian, his wife, two sons, and prayer girl--i'm recalling now with fresh, clear mind, sitting in a motel laundry on 2nd floor...i do believe they tried to kill me!  

walking, hiking a "quarter mile"--which became nearly 3 miles?-- urging me to chase a momma duck and her babies, or roll down a steep, grassy mountainside (didn't do it!) freezing (64 deg. one evening)? "forcing" me to eat shovelfuls of gourmet burgers, poor dead chicken (cooked!), Italian sausages in a bed of angelic (ACHOO!) hair, and other epicurean delights, i managed to add 5 pounds to my avoirdupois.

a most fortunate man i am to have spent truly scintillating few days as house guest of the nicest hostess, host and entertaining, well-mannered young boys. 

two years back-to-back, they've allowed me to invade their happy nesting place. will they never learn? hmmm? I HOPE NOT! Thank you, Brian Family! It is an honor to know you all--or, as your wife might say, "y'all?"

Steve E
may 2013

SUMMERTIME--AND THE LIVIN' IS...

spring-fed pond about ½ mile from the farmhouse--my favorite place

splash!

...and how, now remember,

recalling those days...where have they went?

loved summer, despised winter.

consoled, i, by nice witch's wand

disguised as wafting breeze.

while slept by spring-fed pond

"PLOP!" jumping fish here, there,

conspiring, all, as heaven-sent

where she?

left me?

so far ago

shall never know.

splash!

ah! peace.

lost forever?

yet never cease!

existing-- 
like lost love?

no! 
like love found

anew.

you...

more splashing

my horse drinking

at water's edge

front hooves sinking

in beautiful mud,

awakening me

to new day.

already high

in blue sky

welcome sun

and i?

now re-living, savoring

every musical note of

lovely aloneness.

my ninth summer;

suitless swimming,

hearing, humming,

birds singing,

shhhhhh!

all so quiet.....

this--between you and me, luv.

(nobody else should ever know!)

beethoven's great ninth symphony

silently singing every note of

in my head, in my tent,

in my silent world of

peace...serenity...

SSSPLAAASHHH!

--steveroni

to be posted in a favorite place:
dVerse Poets Pub
after 3 pm every tuesday
this IS week #97

IT'S THE "LITTLE" THINGS

"If small things--for me--do not exist, 

the great is not great." 

- Jose Ortega and Steve E

Jungfrau Mountain Range, Switzerland

AWESOME!

six legs so small--moving speadily

across rock wall, moss-covered,

seems lost. comes thunder, rain.

stare i, in wonder

delightfully formed leaf

detaches itself, life spent.

perfection beyond belief...

i, in wonderment

all creation, constructed in spheres,

often wondered about that, too...

thick steel girders, huge wooden piers.

admiring, i. how about you?

water, air intrigue me

as do moons and stars.

as homo sapiens i "see"

black holes, quasars...

now i've stopped pondering,

no longer in wonder i stare.

wondering has maneuvered to awe

--finally, of God...aware

--steveroni 
3.10.2013

OKLAHOMA is the first musical written by the team of

composer richard Rodgers and librettist Oscar Hammerstein.

The original Broadway production opened March 31 1943.

A box-office smash, it ran for an unprecedented 2,243 performances

This is one favorite spot in the play for me:

ANNIE:

"With you it's all er nuthin.

All fer you an nuthin' fer me!

But if a wife is wise, she's gotta realize

that men like you are wild and free.

So I ain't gonna fuss, ain't gonna frown,

Have your fun, go out on the town,

Stay up late and don't come home till three.

And go right off to sleep, if you're sleepy,

There's no use waitin' up for me...."

Love, a Vignette

Human Love is about as understandable

as the galaxy pictured below, 

although some will say they "know" both!

This poem came to me while riding

home from a meeting today...and it

is one of the FEW of mine that I like!

andromeda galaxy

LOVE: OBSERVATON

That love in your heart?

ear does not hear

through all those so smart

words, via shiny monitor.

A voice may, of necessity

deliver messages of levity,

or profound promises

most delicately gossamer.

BUT.......

True love shows its

unmistakable self

between sweetest gazing

of two pair eyes,

so wise, no lies...

then it is, love can express

in kiss and caress

.......Exquisitely

--Steveroni
4 May 2013

(Real Love IS an action word. 
It is consistant and constant "doing" 
for another and others, 
in complete absence of self)