HEADLINES

THE WEAKLY[sic] NEWS
HEADLINES

monday the first:

beneath shoulder blades

two knives sheaved...

as life faded

body fell...heaved

monday the eighth:

WHO stole body

perfumed...

the same recently

exhumed?

monday the fifteenth:

WHO set in small boat

and left adrift

'neath blanket and coat

dear widow swift?

monday the twenty-second:

story of biblical moses

is what here exposes

"swift" killer:  a community pillar,

none other than rev'rend miller

--steveroni

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THE WINDING ROAD

"And I wanna be in this moment

No one can take it from me

And I wanna stay in this moment

No one can take it away from me."

--IN THIS MOMENT*

LIFE: TWISTS AND TURNS

(ode to a moment)

ah, peace, 
play simply, 
enough...
for each moment 
wherein i spend 
my life.

this instant,
lived in grateful
attitude, love, 
extends itself to 
countless moments;

moments 
of less stuff
--but enough.


as if each "now"
is one of 
happiness.

it can be, yes?
most of mine are!
are yours?
NMW?  
(No Matter What?)

every single 
instant.

happy news 
about a friend 
came my way.

happily rested
in God's arms
i feel in
all moments 
of yesterday 
...and today

--steveroni

Over @ dVerse, Tony has us writing odes, in the shadow for Neruda---speak your mind, use your 2 cents, while you got it---doors open @ 3 pm EST. 

* IN THIS MOMENT - 

From the new record 'Blood', 

Century Media 2012

UNDER THE OVERPASS

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This is NOT the EYE OF A FLY

(It is left head lamp of my bike)  

BIKER TRIP-TIP

awareness is the key

to remain alive

on US ninety-five.

life depends totally

on what I blindly see

(is that rig only one...or three?)

on super-drive ninety-five

riding north, who knows to where

or for that matter--even care?

horizon ahead dark...darkened sky,

storm a'coming on twin-ribbed 95

favorite overpass remembered, where

bike and I had in another year

been sheltered--in five more miles

and there alone, happy, dry...sit I

on route 95

 as bridge-shaking violent deluge

breaks loose (and long before it subsides) 

bikers arrive, strangers, now friends--

all generous with stories of their rides,

also freely giving of themselves--(grin!)

passing around bottles and tokes

like santa's little red-uniformed elves.

party time! well, me sober, and

still-hot Starbuck in hand,

I drink it black from vacuum--

it's all I ask, these moments of peace,

knowing all is well in biker land.

while storm ends amid happy cheers,

listen! on high bridge overhead

hundreds trucks squishing gears

rubber on wet pave, speed-ing

thunder no more

under cloudless sky

on U.S. ninety-five

as eighteen-wheelers 

roar and roll on by

biker be'ware, 

or be not alive.

safely drive 

 Interstate-95

--steveroni

AWARE and BEWARE

how similar, meanings

SEVENTEEN SYLLABLES

17 syllables

more fun to catch raindrops and snowflakes on tongue,

than to catch a football.

pretty singing--she in shower--

on radio, Tristan Und Isolde

whirring is lawn mower motor--

as low overhead, jet engines screaming

fingers peck keyed letters,

cause computer to crunch many million codes

drinking all night put truth out of sight

till dawn brought me... reality

--steveroni

gay has us write american sentences  today…

 17 syllables… capture a scene… 

see you at 3pm EST when the doors open in Poets Pub "FormForAll"
THIS IS PLAIN F U N !!!

TYPHOON!

IN U.S. WE REMEMBER OUR MILITARY VETERANS ON NOVEMBER 11

"To care for him who shall have born the battle,

and for his widow and his orphan..."

--Abraham Lincoln

TYPHOON

this week, I share pride for U.S. military

--past and present--

with deep sadness for the dead, living,

wounded of the Philippines.  

i pray for those who bravely continue 

searching for and retrieving bodies, 

dead and alive. 

also I'm grateful for nations which 

unselfishly give their resources 

to help temporary limping impoverishment 

of southern Philippine Islands

whether ten, or ten thousand 

listed dead, injured, missing--

a weary heart, same sadness

God understands that looting and badness

come not from greed

but human need.

heaven's gate, bustling activity

souls arriving--proclivity

having been long ago

inspired, implanted 

by God Himself.

in the end, 

everything will be OK.
since OK it is not

also not yet the end!

--steveroni

PEEK-A-BOO...I SEE YOU

to cherish forever

we realized

our desire, need, 

for closeness,

attachment,

was because 

we might otherwise

been unable to save

the memory of

our love

this...ahhh

appetence,

longing of

being together

was forbidden

not forsaken.

forgotten? never

nor renounced.

lovers were we of 

impossibility.

paradise here 

and there

predictable, 

inevitable--

neither desisted 

nor ceased

because.... 

could not release

--by a past blogger-friend 

carlo benevento

PLANT A TREE?-- A POEM

California Redwoods

PLANT SEED AND JUMP BACK

find spot on earth

which has no trees

sprinkle flakes of love

plant sprouts or seeds 
(sprouts are simpler)

one-and-half-century will

grow really nice Redwood 

then sit, relax, and 

wait few thousand years 
(heheheh!)

oh! set your chair far back until

in good time, diameter of tree will

build out twenty-three feet or more...

carefully plant yourself....
so butt won't get sore

take a long nap
awaken to new world
where trees create sap
from below and above
when all universe is
sprinkling flakes of love

--steveroni

THIS IS WHERE I PLAY VIOLIN

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St Elizabeth Seton Catholic Church

Naples Florida USA

STEVE'S MUSIC "JOB"

In order to show my blogging friends one of my weekend activities, I wrote this--funny, at 2 AM it sounded pretty good. NOW I doubt, so it's time to PUBLISH!

Nearly every Saturday or Sunday, in front of that first tall window to right of the altar canopy, stands a man playing a violin--me.
In front of 1,000 seats, some with people--grin!

Eileen, a pianist/organist/choir director and a good musician besides, accompanies me. Four years we've worked together and so we pretty well click musically.

Example of what we will play this week:
the second and third movements of Vivaldi Violin Concerto (a minor).  Other composer favorites of ours (mine--grin!) are Bach, Mozart, Mendelssohn (Songs Without Words), Schubert, Beethoven (from Moonlight Sonata--it is bee-you-tee-full!)...and more. Always more!

Virtual Sheet Music allows me--for a few bucks annually--to download and print literally thousands of all catagories of music. We have a steady stream of different stuff to perform, not all of it "easy".  This keeps me practicing. 

I've been playing violin seventy-four years (started at ahe 5 or 6), and so one might rightly say, "Isn't it about time to quit?"  Sherlock Holmes and Albert Einstein played violin (not duets--grin!) and functioned well until they died--did Sherlock EVER die?

Whatever.  It is fun and rewarding and actually helps some people to pray and meditate (again...me?) before mass begins.  Also I play for weddings and funerals--for the record. HA!

In a former life--grin! I worked as a violinist in Music Hall as a member of the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra:

While sitting here wondering what work other bloggers do--everyone simply cannot become wealthy writing poetry!--I blogged my thoughts tonight.  Besides, the poetry muses amused themselves and bemused me until I said "HEY...STOP!"  ...great segue to
ending this post!

PEACE, LIGHT and LOVE, everyone!

--steveroni