FLY ME TO THE MOON

This is a re-worked poem from several 

years ago--I wrote then under an alias...

Picture Credit

LOVE BIRDS

rode with the wind

flew out in style

brother, I've sinned,

loved every mile

we slept on 

beach, bench,

tall building beams.

down, to mountain streams

flew with feathered beaks 

to quench thirst, then we

soared over highest peaks.

breathless, stopped to rest,

flapped wings, other things,

there built our love nest

there exchanged our rings.

oh my love, you remember

moments, we held no bars,

sweetest nights of December

full moon dressed in stars?

you wondered then

if we'd ever

be human again--

whether we could sever

ourselves from 

living and loving 

in birdland...

away from fantasy life we 
flew     

for that's what true love birds

                                            do

--steveroni

REALITY...the UNIVERSE

ROOTED in REALITY  

"Moments of perception can build into 

a lifetime of spiritual serenity, 

as I have excellent reason to know.  

Roots of reality,

supplanting the neurotic underbrush

will hold fast despite the high winds 

of the forces which would destroy us, 

or which we would use to destroy 

ourselves.

--Bill Wilson, 

letter, 1949

Picture Credit, click HERE

WORDS OF THE ARTIST,  Thomas Jergel

"This is a conceptual piece I made.

It is all about how I feel everything is rooted in reality and connected, 
the tree rooted in the ground, 
the birds attracted to the tree, 
the light bringing an otherwise dull tree a beautiful glow along
the mysteriously atmospheric and beautiful dark reds of the sky.

The roots of the tree is also depicted 
as being connected to human beings 
with the roots connecting with a bodypart, 
which bodypart it actually is, I'm not telling 
because I want you to make up your own thoughts 
about what might best connect 
the trees and nature to us humans."
(Slightly edited)

MAG #183: PASSING PLACE

Published to Magpie Tales. 

Picture-inspired write. Do it, 

then linkyour post to Magpie Tales 

Passing Place -- steven kelly

THE WHITE-COLD MILE

Oh, the cold, freezing chill,

new sign on weathered post,

snow pockets white on hill,

I'm ready for the roast...

One remaining expectation

while shivering, shuddering,

thinking, riding on this, the

final day-- my cremation.

Here is the place

of lasting passing--

from earth to space

Riding past "Passing Place"

traveling through blasting

northern Decembrrrr air,

under helmet, frozen hair!

Accompanying thoughts of 

a huge pyre, I "see" my 

laughing self happily sitting 

there in splendid, raging fire.

--steveroni

"The Cremation of Sam McGee",
by Robert W Service

influenced this short rhyme.
Identifying thoroughly with the 

poem's protagonist, I continue 

loving to be warm.

LET GO...LET GOD

Photo Credit

I LOVE THIS

Detachment is overwhelming 

ATTACHMENT...to God

So simple, real and true.

steveroni

A FIFTY-FIVE FOR BRIM.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN

"Fill it to the rim
...with BriM"
OR...
"Live the full life
..with Brian M."

Today remembers birth
Gather, you fellow d'Verse
Be filled with mirth 

Poets galore
Shop favorite store
and buy presents...

"Haves" and "Have-Nots"
for Kids-and-Tots
Toys for girls and
boys, and Disadvantaged.

Say, "Brian sent these."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 

--steveroni
Claudia, asked us to write a "55" for Brian's birthday TODAY

Shoot over to dVerse and wish Brian Happy Birthday...and do your  own quick "55" (short "something" in exactly 55 words. Post it, visit dVerse with your link , and join in the party

Also posted on G-Man's "55" Friday blog

Angel Elsa

photo by Elena Kalis

She'd heard about

earth-people's strangeness.

Those who "knew" 

who God had chose".

Yet...

flocking en masse

to tallest-steepled

church on hill

all

gathered as if sepaled;

delaying, ignoring

denying the truth.

She saw...

What else might

Angel Elsa learn

during her visit?

Well?

Mirrors of distortion

were not discussed in

earth-trip orientation.

Poor little angel--

BAM, WHAM! SMASHED

into and beyond.

CRASHED!

"Dammmm.

That's same thing I collided with

last time I was here",

said Angel Elsa

--steveroni

"Angel" post was inspired 

by photo on "THE MAG"

Everyone is invited to

go HERE and follow

simple directions.

It is fun for me,

as you can see
Thanks, Tess

--Steve E

A TREE AND A PALACE

This poem is posted at 

dVerse Poets Pub, 

Open Link Night #108

C'mon and join in the fun!

A TREE 

MYSORE FIG

One hundred seventeen years ago
a slight fig twig arrived by boat
to a settlement near where I now live.

Growing tree sustained wind
damages from many hurricanes
named "Mysore"--NOT for her 
sufferings and broken things.

Annually, thousands come by 
to visit, chat and ogle. 
Owner happily receives all
who stop...except the State
Planners, who want to chop away
Mysore, and expand the roadway.

United States' largest fig tree.
would be no more.
(Never was Mysore
an eyesore.)

A PALACE

MYSORE PALACE

More than seven hundred years ago

a palace was built in a city 

on India's south shore

called Mysore

Living there is one of

generations of royalty who greet

annually ±three million visitors.

City of Mysore is known as
"City of Palaces".

Only one named "MYSORE PALACE".
Second only to TAJ MAHAL

as India's tourist destination.

ONE

Mysore Palace

10,000 miles (15,000 km) 

from Mysore Fig Tree

ONE

Mysore Fig Tree

...and that tree lives

ten minutes from...me!

steveroni

Aug 6, 2013

Mysore Fig Tree in Estero, Florida

Photo by Corey Perrine, 

NAPLES DAILY NEWS 

COMING OUT FROM ISOLATION

Castillo de-San Jjuan-Priorio Asturias
Near Oviedo, north coast of Spain

(Rebuilt as private residence)

A POEM

Sir Castle, you hide

one side of 

your face

with lace 

of Ivy

Mighty Fort, is it blame

or shame 

we're not

allowed 

to see?

Brick and mortar-mud

you stand so 

proud, tall,

and I below

so small...

But as yourself, O great House

I also kept hid within

--transgressions?

(Some call it sin.)

All mine

MY "lace of ivy"

wall covering

is smiley face

of ivory, a mask of

which none dare ask

"Are you OK?"

For years, Sir Castle,

my "house" been under

restoration, renovation:

rain, lightning, thunder...

CHAOS!

Finally, the sun! 

Let Light shine

Let PEACE reign

These days are the very best.

"Take what you need, 

and give back the rest."

--steveroni

Aug 3, 2013