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

Posted on dVerse Poets Pub 

OPEN LINK NIGHT (OLN) 65th WEEK!

(Open 3 PM every Tuesday)

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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dVerse poets

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!

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 DEFINITIONS

"Brrrrrrrr" means shiver and shake

"Poppies" means...pretty flowers?--grin!

"Href, href, href" means clearing my throat!

"Tuesday" means it is time to write something--ANYTHING!

So (href, href, href) Last Thursday I was chairing an AA meeting, and while putting a topic on the table, someone from behind shook my shoulders, made me spill coffee, and jarred me a bit.

His Voice behind me, in a whisper:

"I've got a liver--I've got a liver!"

(With a transplanted liver

he'd begin to plan, work, play, live!

The metabolic alcoholic,

(who I 'sponsor' in AA)

with nervous shout, ran out

hitting the floor, and through the door..

At the explanatory announcement,

the group of eighty-five alcoholic* Peeps

lauded...applauded, in bursting sentiment!

"Liver-Man" heard this energy from outside

as the eighty-five--hearts opened wide--

sent their group-conscious spirit and well wishes

after him...to meet him...

And PRAYER!

On the third day he walked, talked,

felt so good. He confided in me:

"I could hear my group, my friends,

cheering and (href, href, href) while clearing

my throat ...and eyes,

suddenly realized...

at THAT MOMENT 

I felt Less

Stress.

All which was left was LOVE, PEACE,

FAITH and TRUST--in my Higher Power,

My God, as He expressed himself through

all those Peeps that day."

--Steve E (aka steveroni)

*recovering alcoholic Peeps 

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Photo Image of 

field of poppies in Early Dawn

by Adam Edwards, In DeviantArt

55 words: LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY

A STORY

Early in life I overheard my father telling someone that he never bothered to talk to me about sex. He said, "Steve will learn that observing farm animals."

I thought women laid eggs, then sat on them until they hatched. My third wife told me that was not true

I was 36 years old.

--grin!

steveroni

Please swing by the G-Man and leave your
"whatever-in-55-words". Then read a few
of the Peeps' offerings there. It's FUN!

FISHING PIER AT NAPLES, FLORIDA US

Open 24-hours Daily*

Hey Peeps! Exciting stuff going on in this "old man's" life. I am a Webmaster-in-Training. Object:  learn to build and maintain an attractive and User-friendly cyber-home for Peeps recovering from alcoholism.

Even if you only slip in here for a moment, please check this out to see what a biker-girl, a scooter-man and their real live GURU--our tutor--have worked up.

The Website is a communication source for the alcoholic Peeps, with their Naples Inter-Group.

Click HERE

We spend several hours each week in intensive training, and lots more time at home on this project. Please understand!

HERE is the bad part for me--and you know how long these 'sabbaticals' have lasted in the past. I was away from the blogs for 3 days once...and for a whole week a couple years ago--grin! 

I will be reading yours and commenting yours from time to time, but I have recently learned there is only one way to get off this Merry-Go-Round of 20-hour days (and nights) at the computer, Face-Booking, Blogging, sometimes tweeking--I meant TWEETING...and...YOU know!

So that's it for now, my wonderful followers.
PEACE.
LOVE
Steve E

PS. Please not so many notes of  "...how we miss you", etc. Because you KNOW I'll miss you more. True!

*Cannot find the Image-maker of this beautiful Night Scene--maybe a friend?

CAFFEINE, LOVE, AND ROSES

HAIKU 5-7-5 COMPARISONS

Wooden Roses are Anna's
Photo: Steve E

For Open Link Night--Week #60 at dVerse 
 

Speak to me of coffee;

an elixir like none other?

God's gift to all Peeps!

Is all of life twain?

Frozen stream or Burning Flame.

That 'Flame'--love--IS life.

 Is a rose a rose?

Even made from wood shavings?

When not and why not?

LOVE and PEACE

Steve E (aka steveroni)

I prefer the 5-7-5 syllable haiku 

to the 3-5-3  syllable stanza

because I an wordy, not nerdy--grin!

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.

A GREATER DIMENSION

THE FINEST ACT OF LOVE

Naples Florida Beach MONDAY August 27, 2012

Hurricane Isaac now far away from us--
but right in midst of others. PRAY!

(Photo by Anna)

Used to be

(or seemed to me)

that love is rings, 'things'

I do for the one I love

--you

Comes a newer thought,

something I had ought

to know

many years ago

To be the 'achiever'

is not how we're bent.

He truly made us...as

His Own 'achievement'! 

It is not actions, deeds

which are most fertile seeds.

Rather, it is how

do I 'see' you now?

Finest act of love

is not in service done;

helping, supporting,

comforting, alleviating

your pain.

It is but to SEE the beauty

and goodness of your soul.

For when I do

you see it, too!

and so we grow

with confidence,

in consciousness

This way for transformation

enabling a sweetest creation

through act of contemplation

for you, for me, for all--

download, unzip, install.

--Steve E (aka steveroni) 

written for and posted to 

dVerse Poets Pub

Open Link Night # 59

(Open Tuesday at 3 PM)

A QUICKIE DIVERSION DIMENSION

Posted in and for MAGPIE Tales

I'm so old

It's so cold

I'm out here

wanting in there

Cops said "Freeze!"

I ran. I hid in snow.

Nowhere else to go

OMG! Had to 

(AHH-CHOO!)

SNEEZE.

I froze my butt off.

Like ice chunk, body broke at

Head and Shoulders©.

And this top half of me

is banging on your door

Cops said "You BUSTED!"

I said, "You RIGHT!"

It still cold

I'm even more old

Wll you open door

let me in there?

--Steve E aka steveroni

NUMBER TEN--OUT-OF-TEN

SHORT STORY

Nine hundred miles north of home (Naples, Florida) 

is situated the state of Virginia. 

I read the message, from writer/poet/blogger Brian Miller

who resides in the 'city-of-enthusiasm', 

Virginia

"If you need to crash, our door is always open", he wrote.

Well, "crash"--to some--has a connotation of  

'drop by, eat a bowl of cereal, 

sack out on couch for five hours, 

and be on your way'. 

Brian did not realize that when I "crash"

...it is for three days and nights! HO! HO! HO!

He and I had never met

...and yet

for me, it was like two friends 

having a long-overdue reunion.

During one time I was left alone 

in their home

I met a Peep who stays with them,

My name for him: PRAYER-BOY

As Prayer-Boy and I were 

getting to 'know' one another

(Really!) I wondered that he 

did not know, nor worry,

that his lifetime here

is less than a year.

He and I talked of the gratitude

we share during our time 
there and there
and everywhere.

We viewed gazing, (gaping?)

at the backyard scene 

as must be enjoyed 
by Brian, his lovely wife, 

and two well-mannered sons.
(Camouflaged for privacy ;-)

Brian: back yard through screen of porch

Please understand

everything spotlessly clean, 

beautifully decorated, arranged:

Good, Orderly Direction.

Then in blew hurricane-a-roni 

to put some disorder in this 

Camelot

Picture is my room, 
with shower and bath in

comfortable basement corner.

In three short minutes

I made it look like 

THIS:

Staying with the Millers was 
restful, enjoyable. 
I was made to feel 
like a welcomed member 
of the family for three days

The high school Peeps 
who Brian is teaching
have no idea what gifts
they are receiving.
Nor does he know
how far he is reaching
into their lives.

Thank you, my friends!
LOVE, JOY and PEACE!
Steve E

NUMBER NINE--WET 'N WILD PICTORIAL

THOUGHTS FROM DOWN

 UNDER THE BRIDGE

A Perfect time to check out

--move on, before it...

R A I N S !

NOT MUCH...BUT IT'S HOME!

Of COURSE, I love the water, the torrential Downpour, 

the drops feeling like thousands pins pricking my face.

Getting drenched. Who WOULDN'T love all that?

SMILE? WHY? For that Fk'n CAMERA?

Sure I'm happy! Soaked through to the skin, 

my computer soaked, all clothing, 

Smart Phone swimming in my shirt pocket.

Why should I not be HAPPPEEEEEE? WHEEE!

Pssst! Buddy? 

Is there a STARBUCKS under this overpass?

______________________________

See? I tell the truth about being JOYFUL 

even while holed up under a bridge during a storm.

Actually, I was GRATEFUL, Peeps!

BLESSINGS,

--Steve E  (aka steveroni)

Photo Credits: ME and my Sony Cyber-shot..