LOVING and JOKING--a poem

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“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!)

CHRISTMAS about SIX, B.C.

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CHRISTMAS c.6 B.C., by Steve E

Little ones--picture this sight:

Bethlehem shaking, shivering

as Child was born that night

inside  stable--

the real Body and Blood.....

Enough warm love inside His little chest

making water, melting snow.

Whole world flooded, as gifts

from His warm Heart flowed.

Roused from blanketed sleep

by sweetest music in high fidelity,

bunch of old fellows with sheep

found their way fast, at last,

into the barn,

and warm

to attend

first midnight mass

Animals knowingly bent

Their knees, witnessing

Most spectacular event

Watch what happened after that!

They rode in with the wind--

not in limos, but on camels sat

three wisest guys,

one totally black...

with squinty eyes!

Following slow-moving sky light

Many weeks, many miles, they

Gazed.

Amazed--

at most bright

Lamb of God has now met

face-to-face

lamb of man.

One Son shall live--another sun set.

During following span-time,

third of a century by count

he lived humbly sublime.

Behold! A donkey to mount!

He rode through streets.

"Hail King!" shouted they

as thousands Peeps he meets

along the routed way.

That little Babe,

child of wonder

had become a man...

life broken asunder,

dying midst  sounds

of tympanic

thunder,

curtain dropped.

While life

painfully stopped

.......and started

Note: re-posted and re-worked
from an "anonymous" blog of mine 
(December 2010)

IMAGE:
That Christmas by
thehiddensapphire
in Deviant Art

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    

POEM (Slightly Erotic?)

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Click  Two Hands Touching

On "losing myself" together:

(Lyrics) South Pacific:

"...you may see a stranger

Across a crowded room

And somehow you know..."

________

A GLANCE! Perchance...

Is a touch

SO MUCH MORE THAN...

skin-on-skin,

touch within

whilst

hungrily we suck

the sweet nectar

each of the other...

"...OH! these heightened senses

as only you can evoke in me--them!"

WOW! A touch is

SO MUCH MORE THAN...

Eye facing eye

Skin-to-skin

heart-and-heart

touched within

TOUCH--

FAR MORE THAN GLANCE

leading perchance to

a place elsewhere

...or nought.

_________

LAGNIAPPE:

(Def: Small gift for the customer--like the 

13th cake, of a dozen ordered)

I love lazy

Love river of sweet syrup-delight

rolling and winding its way

through mental-movie--my life

Yes, me crazy!

Moving with that rivah

Crazy Peep forevah.
_____________

NOTE:

Inspired by my Friend SHADOW'S blog

Some of her own words I have
(with permission)

twisted and bent to fit my

old twisted, bent mind

Steve E (aka steveroni)

TRUE HAPPINESS

"Oh, you have made me SO happy!"

"I am happy only when we are together!"

"If you leave me, I'll never be happy again!"
 

"(cough, cough, spit)...we've kept each other happy for 57 years, 102 days, 16 hours, 31 minutes..."!
 

Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera...

______________________________________________

Hmmmmm. I posted the following in the past, and it still ringing in my head. I am every day so VERY happy, but nearly always it is the result of sayings or happenings of someone or something else. When my happiness is inside me, inside my heart, inside my soul, and for only this reason:  "Just because"...then--then may I smile truly in the Universe, and answer honestly the question "How are you"? with this response:
"H A P P Y !!!"--grin!

"True happiness is caused by nothing. True happiness is causeless. When something or some Peep causes my happiness, I will become possessive of that thing or Peep. I will become anxious, lest I lose it. 

"If I ask the mystic why he or she is happy, the answer will be, ‘why not?’"

"Nothing will ever upset me. No one shall ever hurt me." (Peep must not be human!)
 

YEAH...RIGHT--grin! I keep trying and growing!

--From thoughts of Anthony De Mello.

Thank you to MANY Peeps who really know what I'm writing about here. Loving you all. PEACE!
--Steve E (aka "happy-roni")

A STORY-VERSE (STERSE?)

Sorry, I lost URL of artist. If anyone knows it, 

please inform me. Thanks! It was in "DeviantArt"......

THE LINE FORMS HERE, PEEPS!

"Step right this way, 

to end of the line",

said the Peeps in charge.

Order, it prevails,

not what you'd think.

Double columns of people

stretching large and

far, to faraway parallels

like train rails we stood

around city blocks

Tic-tock, tic-tock,

hours, minute-molted.

Hearts simply sank...

some of us, frail,

might simply fail

to stay upright;

our goal

not yet

in sight.

Thousands slathering

before us, gathering

to cross the moat

and vote. 

Thus, the 2-3-hour wait,

our recent fate,

price for being late.

Slow march to destination,

we--all strangers--said "Hello",

settled into a quiet darkness...

began to "know" one another.

We discussed lives and loves,

friends, history, mothers,

mystery.

Eight in number, traveling

"family"-on-foot, braving cold.

Four for Barack, four for Mitt

we joked and laughed,

played and prayed.

Child said, "Hey man, you're old.

You go front and sit!"

I answered, "No thanks--

these, my new-found Peeps ,

I'll stay, stand my ground."

Yes, politics we discussed

friendly

briefly

so all save face.

And yes, laughed and played

--spiritual moments 

to know....

laugh.

play.

vibrate.

......vote!

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

--Steve E

NOTE: Next post I intend to write brief sketch 
of each Peep in the "Group of Eight" (above) 
while I remember them...before I do not--grin!

 

This "LOVE" Business

Posted rather late (last one in, #109--grin!) on D'VERSE, a favorite place!

Prayer Girl at Naples Beach

Love? LOVE it!

People say that love hurts, 

but that's not true.

Loneliness hurts.

Rejection hurts.

Losing someone hurts

Envy hurts.

We confuse these with love

but in reality, love is the only thing 

in this world that does not hurt.

Love covers up all pain 

and makes us feel 

wonderful again.

--Unknown

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

WORRY? HO-HUMMM!

"DON'T KNOW ANYTHING
BELIEVE EVERYTHING"

Since I don't "know" anything

I can only suspect that a title

should have been awarded me.

"World Worry-Wart 1943-2010". (www.)

Now I wish to trade my unawarded title.

Joy rules! New mantra:

"What a Wonderful World!" (www.)

Lyrics to a song of c.1943, 

as sung by Gene Kelly:

"If you worry, if you worry,

if you bother your head.

It won't help you

it won't help you,

it will hurt you instead.

You can laugh and sing and dance 

as gaily as an elf,

B U T.....

Don't expect to get much help

unless you help yourself"... 

"Worry"--out the window 

Oh let the sunshine in!

PEACE and JOY, Peeps!

Steve E

A SPIRITUAL RAMBLE

THE STEPS

 Yesss, it is still me

so busy bee,

being here--or there

certainly somewhere.

Too often, too busy.

Continuous quarrel within:

is this--or that--sin?

Do I live under

my cafeteria

of criteria,

rather than suffer 

in deliria?

Put it to rest with a "grin"... 

"busy" waits. However,

"hovering" sometimes 
owns my soul, brain,

Pride and Ego remain (HA!)

I've learned--
and sometimes forgot,

this program for recovery

is not a plot...but 

a "new way of life"  

 Must remember:

in my veins--sap,

not blood. but

liquid-like 
spiritual strength

passed from God 

through you Friends.

OH! My Peeps!

Needing you now:

nurturing kindnesses

to heal heart-scars;

suturing experiences for 

sewing soul's open wounds.

So busy!

Being there and here,

everywhere...is it why

--except for this moment--

I be happy, free, 
joyfully SOBER?

It always happens in October (true!)

that memory-bytes return to tell me

I should not be allowed to enjoy this 

freedom from chaos, fear. 

Oh God...please heal

my SELFishNESS. 

No wish to isolate

nor again hibernate.

Let me be busy

but not so busy

that I do not recognize 

Your Presence in 
my Peeps.

Knowing nothing,

believing anything, 

I ask You God, to lift 

small corner of the 

curtain of my unknowing.

LOVE and PEACE!

 --Steve E  (aka steveroni) 

  

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GRASS!......MY ASS!

Beautiful flowers, petals gold

GAWD! How did I get so old.

Came out here to mow the grass,

but first had to plant my ass

in the wet stuff

 LYING IN MY BRO'S BED

Yesss...before work,
REST!

as in

"Begin 
with dessert,

salad last on menu;

(use a  fork, el stupido

in such polite venue..."

Awwright, no more  bluff--

got to go

and mow.

 TALKING TO MY BRO-MELIAD

But wait! May I not have

one last sniff of snuff?

(singing) "Hi Ho-Hi Ho" Etc.

Taking off shirt

No more shirk

from work--

and wet stuff

Photos and poem by Steveroni

10/11/12

NOTE: 2 weeks, and mow it again!

FOOGY MORNING, FOGGY BRAIN

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This image to whom I speak,

she is my desktop. Shhhhh!

I am talking to her now.

Softly.

Silently.

Sweetly.

All is quiet,

In pre-light stillness

of passing dark moment

of night's darkest.

Settling in--dense fog.

I shall ride to meeting in total

enjoyment, lost in thoughts

...and memories.

And my favorite of these?

Pick one, sweet dear, I bid

you....from yesteryear,

remembrance nearly hid.

___________________________

I am chatting with her now.

Softly.

Almost silently.

In fantasy.

Still again, all quiet,

daylight wins match

over black night.

Dense fogginess!

Slow ride to meeting

total enjoyment as I,

steeped in thoughts--

accompanying birdsong

and sweetest memories.

Steve E   (aka steveroni)

REGULARLY and OFTEN

Self Awareness   (Google Images)

 

A reason for praying, meditating,
regularly and often:

To avoid being dragged
into miseries of Peeps
I meet and greet daily, 

I ask for awareness. 

Regularly. Often.

Higher Power has sent me

some few who are at
bottom of life's barrel.
Or so they believe,
or maybe perceive.

Need to review, renew and
refresh my attitude, my gratitude,
regularly and often...

...I ask for the gift of humility.
That virtue is alien to my nature.
One Peep I know is a 'living futility'
I try to make sure he sees, agrees,
that God works in him...not I,
as he climbs from pit of denial
to that place where he can 

look me in the eye

...and smile!

Another I watched with care
during an eight-month growth--
no psycho-doc, no counselor.
We climbed 12 steps together
(God held him close--tethered!)
from despair to breathe fresh air,
to live, laugh, and love more.
Placed self on
farthest shelf.

And occasionally I feel
not abused...
but so 'used'--
sneak away. In private, kneel.

Gratefully meditate.
Humbly pray.
Regularly.
Often.

Steve E  (aka steveroni)

RANDOMNESS

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Believe this--I know nothing about many things.

Even don't know when the clapper claps

if the bell sounds, resounds, sings, rings.

Whether heaven is or ain't

or whether any such Peep

named sinner...or saint, is

not necessarily the point.

Neither here nor there (or

maybe IS there and here?)

___________________________________

The artist* is much like (unto) God.

Talented, creates her Peeps,

places them in desired location,

land and seascapes, village, nation,

emanating from erupting soul, her love.

Now...is that not like her God above?

Trees, breeze, leaves, created

with pen(s), ink(s) and blank sheets

*Ces

_________________________________________

Girl climbs mountain thousand miles away,

violinist plays tunes--glad, sad songs.

Tunes at distant tombs, plays them today

and through all of earth-giving/// BONG!...BONG!

(Not sure. Was a clapper clapping?

Was a bell ringing?)

ALARM CLOCK!!! Sheeesh.

_______________________________________

Are heavenly Peeps singing, laughing? If

relatives watching, what FUN must they enjoy.

"See? Steve is riding that scooter on Tamiami Trail!"

Five uncles and One aunt,

wishing to ride--but can't.

Are dozens of my sainted cousins

feeling Burt's softness?

Kitty-cat, five inches long,

rescued 15 years before

from under wood pile next door

one cold, rainy and dark December night...

Souls living in complete, perfect happiness:

When I lie down in bed,

kitty wrapped around my head

purring, nuzzling neck, licking face--hmmmm!.

As those saints look earthward and see

do they ever wish that, for just a moment,

they were me?

Probably not!--grin!

But I can only think in humor human,

smiling during reveries such as these.

Steve E  (aka steveroni)

LOVE and PEACE!