Vivian Maier "A FANTASY" for Magpie 141

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VIVIAN MAIER...A FANTASY

"Not yet", said he--to the one named Vivian

who had just dis'barked her amphibian, 

(her private way to travel

without all the public babble.)

Inspector Maier, frequently called 

upon to investigate solutions of "the

insolvable" crimes, gathered evidence

through use of smoky mirrors.  Also a

Kodak Brownie, and strong reflecting light

completed her bag of tools.  

Set free to investigate and roam

She'd solve the crime--then rob the home.

A professional sleuth no longer...

Vivian Maier died a pauper.

Trapped by her own mirrors and light

Viv shot her last shot...gave up the fight.

NOTE: Suspecting Police 

had installed a Brownie 

behind each reflective glass

to catch this famous dowdy...

--steveroni

After this...THEN what?

At first I wanted to be

in the end,

a giant sequoia tree

a redwood

three thousand years

after dying

without pain or fears

to LIVE!

Naples is not the place

for timber

to grow tall with grace

so die again

I

NOTE: 

Article concerns
an ecological urn 
in which to place my ashes

along with a seed (and stuff)
and with few if any complexity
use my body to grow a tree.
Intrigued,
I

AHA! It's the Tamarind I love
and have
It started as a single cutting,
a stick
and in ten years became twice size
of house where we live.

Maybe???

OK! So the Tamarind Tree
YESSS!
is who I'll finally be
after life
after die
after fire...
ME!

steveroni
30 March 2014

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LADY IN GREEN

Thursday...

IT had been said of her

by those who had seen--

stay away from, steer clear

of lady draped in green.

In line, we; in front, she

--just another civilian who

stood there--vexed,

waiting to hear magic word,

"NEXT!"

Drug dealer (Walgreen pharmacist!)

finger-beckoned her

100 pounds of weighted bone,

four-feet-four tall, obvious narcissist

Floor-tiles shined where she walked,

all eyes tried to look away...

she and drug guy talked...talked

(this client will "make his day".)

"...but my insurance should cover..."

"Not quite, Ma'am, there's 21¢ left over."

"But--but that's not correct, it is..."

She'd fought for right until noon,

when an argument ensued

which was not to end soon.

Finally she said, "Screw YOU, Dude!"

Drug man yelled, "NEXT!"

(called ME???)

Lady did not budge.

I pretended to text...

tried not to judge--grin!

with no sorrow I left, 

said, "Be back tomorrow".

Friday...

11 AM, entered, 
advanced to

front-and-center

Walgreen Drugs--

(do I now LIVE here?)

Into the queue I leaned,

hoping not to be seen

by any in front of me...

whence splash of green?

Oh No! Oh No! Oh No!

And I had to remind

myself, be kind.

Love one another.

PEACE...LIGHT.

YEAH...RIGHT.

--Steve Elsaesser/steveroni

♥

Story is  true. 
Two cloudy days
made people blue.
HELLO SUNSHINE!

ANOTHER SUNSET 2

Posted ON and FOR dverse

"Open Link Night" #128

(reposted and edited from OLN week #9)

PHOTO: LAST NIGHT FROM OUR FRONT YARD

pics

of sky--

for this guy,

way

too much.

wish no more

for

to grace

my blog space.

scene

from street

where I greet

a

sober

october.

my
prayer:
ev'ryone

live
for now.

and above

all--
 asking
                     Peace.
                                   Light. 
                                               Love.

--steveroni

PASSING THIS WAY AND THAT

POEM


at age six 
I ran away from home.
it's hard to run away
when not even allowed 
to cross the friggin' street,
for to meet 
patient destiny

life's ageless span
daily became same:
flurried blurs,
factasy avowed
to who--and you,
while crossing
our own avenue

brief--duration of life
yet painfuly slow,
filled with strife
when time to go.
ought I...cross this path?
thought I, "no"...hmmm!

"I no longer love her
that's certain...
but maybe I do love her?
--love is so short
forgetting is so long *"
*Pablo Neruda, 1904-1973

near age something-nine
oh yes! I felt fine.
in unison voices...loud!
hear them! “run, run, feet.
but don't cross that street!”

sweetest bird-sounds,
violin among tall trees
ashes and butterflies
together flew by--
a brother deceased,
un-wombed...
spread by breeze,
entombed
in the universe

whispered to me
in foreign code,
“...do not cross that road!”

steve e
as edited from one april 2012 posting


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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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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

WE HAVE LIFTOFF! A MAG TALE

This MAGPIE prompt is found HERE, 

and shared by all who wish to 

write a few lines, and "Sign in, please"...

UP, UP...and AWAY-AYYY

Lift us up you
beautiful balloons, to
asteroids, planets, moons
to happy place
in space.

Up, up, and awayyy
baby, maybe
to stayyy?

In our balloon-mobile
together we'd steal
far from the "mirth"
of earth, 
laughing instead
with the stars.

Silently, we sped
on our journey
past planets and rings,
black holes and things.

Days and months
turned into ageless years.
Of never finding way back
became our primary fears

He: Already you "Pop" yearn to return?
She: How do we  "Pop" go back?
Simply "Pop" one balloon,
then "Pop" another...see, we're 
passing Jupiter "Pop" and Mars.

Did "Pop" you enjoy the ride?
Kiss, kiss, kiss--that means "yes"!
Before we land: POPOPOPOPOPOP...
Honey, straighten out your dress

As we lay there 
on the earth-hill, 
grass grew beneath...
we did declare
our love.
So sweet.

Never again did we meet!  

steveroni  :-)

PERSPECTIVES

Welcome to dVerse Poets Pub WEEK #106
Begins Tues @ 3 PM Eastern, 
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PHOTO by LUCKY (our DOG!)

P E R S P E C T I V E S

A LOT of thought 

I've given to this topic

the past few minutes...

Dog named Lucky

insisted last night

on shooting the moon.

So I handed him my S-4,

heard the SLAM of a shutter

shouted an invective

at Lucky's perspective

There! I see what he sees:

a cat, a fiddle, 

a jumping bovine,

dashing spoon

and blushing dish

all dancing on

robot's yellow nuts.

Lucky? So sweet:

extinguished a fire

at robot's feet

MY PERSPECTIVE 
(just to even the score!)

by steveroni

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

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after 3 pm every tuesday
this IS week #97

"...PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM."

Blog author Myriam Loor 

(First book: "Because IT IS I") 

gave permission to publish what I wrote
--freely utilizing HER inspiration and perspiration 
in writing the original. Thank you, Myriam!

Steve E

55 years of Steve: Private photos, papers

PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM

Here we are...back--

at same place we've not been.

Our connection powerful,

with fresh newness--

Ummm, known so well

For first time again

we meet,

like same, 

like never before

always familiarly different

yet always familiar.

Two paths joining--

twining incessantly 

yet paralleled

crossing infrequently,

crossing, linking,

intersecting, 

many times

Together, apart.   

Sweet, gentle strength!

Back......we.

--Steveroni

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LOVING and JOKING--a poem

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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!)

ISOLATION--A GOOD TIME?

Words of "Isolation"

Music from "Fascination"

"It was Isolation, my dear..

T'was this Isolation,

sprung out from my fear

Heart that's made of lead

might as well be dead

Unless "I love YOU"

is--yes--what she said,

so true..." 

"Happy Thanksgiving 2012"

Thursday began for me like most other mornings, attendance at an early AA meeting (actually, two of them), happily greeting and enjoying friends in recovery. I had earlier posted on Face Book and elsewhere, how wonderful I felt, while wishing the same for everyone else--it IS a holiday!

Something unusual hit me in a sudden torrent of fear, preceded by a premonition that all was not well--in my head. 

A committee had formed in my brain, in emergency session, to remind me how worthless I am. How could anyone wish 

to be in my presence, or even near?

Ding, ding, ding, ding...

hear that bell ring?

it was my clue

to call somebody.

Anybody. Even you!

Nope! Rather be suffering. 

So I did "do" dinner at noon, and, 

tired from  forcing a smile, 

went home to "isolate"

--just as I used to many years ago. 

ALONE AND LONELY
1958

 I was alone and lonely

also I spoke to no one

and the world

seemed a strange place" 

One day while walking 

along the river bank, I met

a snake, a snail, and a shell.

And I spoke with them:

"All life is twain,

the one a frozen stream;

the other a burning flame.

And that burning flame is

LOVE!" 

(4 lines from THE PROPHET by Kahlil Gibran) 

Later I came upon 

a little child in a carriage 

...and she smiled tenderly at me.  

--Steve E, December 1958

OK, ces sation...

no more im molation 

a bit of--ap probation? 

(is that a word?--grin!)

That which brought you near

also brought you HERE

Sobriety intact,

Steve E  (aka steveroni) 

IMAGE

Family Bonding 

by ericashanee 

In Deviant Art    

1939--A GOOD YEAR!

AGE SIX
 During my childhood it was a tradition
that the children (especially sons) 
in a Jewish family had to play the violin.
 And without question, 
excellence was expected...

The year: Nineteen Hundred 

and Thirty-Nine.

Dear mother of mine

heard the word--and

Every Jewish Mother's son

knew he was a 'chosen one'.

Requirement: I learn to play

(no matter what I might say)

 horse-hair-cat-gut, mortal-sin

apparatus called a violin.

SCREEEECH!

And so, as a gift I received

piles of dust, out of dusty piles.

From attic Grandpa retrieved:

you guessed it, a filthy old viol

no hair--no gut. Dried glue did

not hold it together, but rubber

bands did the trick--one slick

instrument repair

TEEEEECH!

Grandpa was not Jewish, you see...

neither was my mother. Nor me.

But everything is OK in the end.

I play violin, celebrate with friends

Rosh Hashanah, Chanukah, EID(!),

Pentecost and the Feast of Stephen.

PRAKTISSSSS!

At an age when greatest of stars

in sports are 'over-the-hill'

I play violin, near and so far

and keep getting better still.

Has nothing to do with the fact

I can no longer hear the trill

SPEEEECH!

But this I say to you, my Peeps

an 'attitude of gratitude' keeps

me happy, joyous and free 

long as God will let me BE.

Blessings.

Love you.

PEEEEEEACE!

--Steve E  (aka steveroni)

PS. To "You know who you are"

I   L O V E  my

Liberty University

security blankee!

Thankee.