The Neighborhood.

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The Neighborhood

They said,

(By the way, 

who IS "they"?)

Anyway, they say,

"The Terraplane will 

fit like an aeroplane". 

The condo 'hood

above ground stood--

Plenty space to play.

Underground pipe

for children who like 

to seek...and to hide

(Don't have to find!)

In time (after) great flood

a subdivision built

Big boat, lots animals

with Noah settled nearby

in mud, muck, and mire,

discovered again

How to make--grin-- fire!

Now, only problem left--

be certain--make a list

and check it twice, thrice.

For the 

Groc'ry

Is far

away.....

--steveroni

GIRL WALKING

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GIRL WALKING

She walking, eyes full of tears

knows not where she go

nor seem to care

any more

as that river, overflowed with 

melting mountain snow-ice,

flood and current carried 

house away

like nicely appointed two-storied 

scow, she watched floating 

downstream, around bend,

her home

possessions, all destroyed. her bike,

computer, photos and books

everything she liked

forever gone

Where now to go, run, hide, 

bide time to think, start at the end

and end at begin

again

as little one walks, certain that

water rise no higher

than her boot tops.

Swishh...swishh

--steveroni

ACCIDENT?

courtesy: MAGPIE TALES

ACCIDENT?
(attempted Haiku)

Oh my God, I am

beginning to remember...

my dear I hit you. 

Over a trivial 

triviality we fought.

And I thought you ought

be nicer to me.

As your head hit the marble

I took to the bottle

and drank it all. 

Now your body...what to do?

(You won't feel a thing.)

--steveroni

"Morning curtains" conjures an idyllic situation/scene.  I enjoyed disturbing it a bit, almost like a child smearing up an artist's freshly painted work.

LET THE END BEGIN

Inspired by and Written for 

MAGPIE

LET THE END BEGIN

Look at me

upside down, 

my feet tingly

belly SO hot

Who are these creatures

swooshing, fluttering,

zooming like dive bombers, 

yet fearing to touch?

Wishing harm to me

planning my demise

it shall happen, that

one day all power 

will rapidly

diminish...

and

end

--Your old fashioned 

100-watt light bulb

Steve E

A BIT OF UNKNOWING-- HAIKU

Walking Skeleton by
http://alistair.cockburn.us/Walking+skeleton" 

A BIT OF HAIKU...

A bit of me thinks 

that a bit of Universe 

is without meaning.

True faith is born here:

yes, of this meaninglessness, 

and my unknowing.

Chaos reigns supreme,

with all problems of the world

seeming insolvable.

I continue to 

believe everything OKAY

in the end--knowing

all safe in God's Hands.

Therein is proof of our faith

that God's still in charge.

--Steve E

GIVING and TAKING (Part II TAKING)

More about artist Ces Adorio. Ces and artist friend Bella each donated a gift of their art to blogger friends--who gave $25 or more to Red Cross for relief of Japanese who had suffered after the great Earthquake and Tsunami of 2011.  They raised thousands of dollars. What an honor it is for me to have use of their art for illustrating my blog now and then. They are each on my sidebar "Blogroll"...

Drawing by CES

Please scroll down to Part I if you have not read that. Thank you

The following took place 

three months before 

Hump had a great fall 

off that great wall.

TAKE  (Part II of "Give and TAKE)

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Giuseppi, who laid that linoleum checkerboard floor for that rich guy. Ever since then, I've coveted that pig standing on the floor under the painting. It was a hard job, the squares had to be laid exactly "just so". Had to pick up the pig's feet one-by-one. 

The guy--we called him "Earless Hump", remember?--couldn't hear a sound. Shaped like an egg, all dressed fit-to-kill, he played (of all things) the gol-danged fiddle, which sounded
H O R R I B L E S
--O GOD!
 I don't believe he even knew. But I knew I wanted that hog.

I knew robbing him would be easy, he was so stuck on himself--in his lonely, noiseless world. That night the moonshine spilled over from the painting (large as a window!). I climbed right into his home through that painting--

Well, things happened pretty fast then  (aren't you glad--grin!). A mouse on top of the picture frame spotted--and immediately fell in love with--a mouse on the floor. As the mice played, they scampered up his pant leg. He abruptly turned, caught me red-handed, pulled out a gun and fired.

Visitors who come by for concerts, make "sign" gestures with their hands and ALWAYS ask him about the man half in and half out of the painting--like a "remarque"--with a little blood-red ink on the frame.

--Steve E

September 2014

GIVING and TAKING (Part 1--Giving)

Native of the Philippine Islands, Ces Adorio lives in the United States, and is my most favorite artist (she will tell you this is true!) Ces owns a Blog on which she has freely posted the results of her most unusual talents, drawing, painting and squiggling and writing.

 HUMPTY DUMPTY by Ces Adorio

GIVING

The story begins, "Who ever heard of a violin-playing egg?" Well, I don't recall anyone ever declaring that eggs do NOT play violins. 

Humpty Dumpty was born deaf (no ears!), yet his dream was to be a concert violinist, to bring sounds of heaven to listeners, to lift people from doldrums of everyday life to a higher level of enjoyment, appreciation, meaning.  

Playing the violin looked easy. So Hump attended a symphony concert and sat in the front row by violin section and watched carefully. Then he bought a violin and bow. Hump (nickname) practiced all week what he'd seen, and it was good. 

Thousands of people rode to his estate, and after hearing him "play",  exclaimed he had technique and sound of Itzhak Perlman. He played always the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto--perfectly. Nobody needed lessons. HA!

One day, tired from rolling around the lawns, he sat on a wall to rest a bit. As history was being compiled, Hump fell off the wall, was being strewn about, broken into many pieces.

Investigating Detectives wondered at what they later found in his home--a violin bow, its hairs soaked with greasy soap--so Hump, in silence, could appear as if he were playing. But "No-ears" Hump was only making the motions. Nearby was his music center, a DVD playing LOUDLY the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto by soloist Itzhak Perlman--

Forever after, audiences refused to believe that Hump had not been making the music, kept insisting that Hump (who faked it with a greasy bow and never played a note in his life) played violin far better than Itzhak could ever dream of playing.

--Steve E

NOTE:  "TAKING" (Part 2 of Giving and Taking) will be posted in a couple days...please come back for it--you won't be sorry

MARIA (and the art of violin playing)

The following actually happened to me about 15 years ago while "entertaining" in the Alzheimer's Center of a Naples, Florida Retirement Community  

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MARIA

Only her pale breathing told of life. 

A very old--but not aged--

beautiful head permanently bent

had closed completely that space 

between eyebrows and breast

Belted in a chair with wheels, 

she no longer sensed 

what, where, how, when, or why.

Communication to or from her brain

might have been evermore lost.

I knelt on carpeted floor, 

arranged myself so to gaze 

into her face. Nothing there. 

Talent with which I'd been blessed,

I felt a strong need to share.

An aide said, "Take your violin and play

for those who can hear, enjoy, rather than

one locked away inside herself forever."

Truth is, I lost the strength to raise 

myself up from carpeted floor.

The room hushed! Softly and slowly I played a

sweetest Ave Maria--Holy Mary!

Sitting on that carpeted floor,

I looked (up) into those now-blue eyes 

and caught the beginnings of a smile.

While playing, I stared and smiled at her. 

Tears began to flow, hers and mine...onto thick carpet. 

Later someone told me that she had not responded 

to ANYTHING or anybody for many days.

She began to finger her gold-chained cross

It was a God day which I shall NEVER forget.

Steve E

2014