Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

REPAIRING CREATION

Posted on dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night--WEEK #120


REPAIRING CREATION

finish the job, pick up your toys
gonna be a wet afternoon
let's beat that rain, angel boys
she's comin' mighty soon

(always fixin' things
forever repairing, 
replacing pieces, 
fitting, placing, faring;
wish supper bell 'ud ring)

we're gonna get wet, boys
ya got about a minute...
c'n feel the drops now
damn! we're already in it

(puzzle scene incomplete, 
took too long to find that last piece.
funny--how small missing part,
one slight blemish will thwart
perfection of all universe)

rainin' good and hard now
don't fly away and leave me.
(I), archangel tells you angels
what to do--when--and how
so that's the way it'll be...see?

God sent us on a mission, so
by God, we execute, wet or not.
Slip that piece-puzzle into place
let's go now, back into space.

(frustrated!
job's done, heaven's waitin'.
rather than common angels
i'd sooner be boss of satan
...oh well, wonder what's 
next to fix? 
good lord'll have us
layin' bricks
on mars,
repairin' lights
on stars.)

bye, earth.  we'll be back some day
us angels just cannot stay away

--steveroni

Monday, October 28, 2013

GUIDING LIGHT





GUIDING LIGHT

to wring truth
from anything
be ruthless
when weeding

on the way 
yes, i prayed
asked that You
my God be there

trusting, with faith, 
(i rode without fear)
that those nicest two
also listen, also hear

and they did.
so now can believe 
what said here is true!

witnessed a miracle!
love, powerful--
melting iceberg,
my spectacle

time will take time
you'll not be alone
the guiding light 
will see you home

--steveroni

Saturday, October 26, 2013

PHEROMONES




DEVIANT ART


PHEROMONES


I yearn.
I return.

Discern
burning
heart-flame.

what is,
which fills this space
where I work and play
all--and each--day?

exhale
expel             
can feel it,
            and smell

pheromonally-enhanced
nitrogen, oxygen.
Breathe, steve,
entranced!

Inhaling
secreted
attractant--
heaven-scent, (sigh)
overwhelms.

finally have
wholly lived
wholly loved

good-bye!
now die?

--steveroni

Since childhood, scents have been my intriguer--love country odors; skunk, wild onions, chocolate milk, sour cream, musk, a city in early morning, sweat, perfumes. On an elevator I sometimes entertain strangers by naming their perfume.  Hence, when I discovered a blog post titled Pheromones, a short poem began to form.

Monday, October 21, 2013

FAR OUT

Published for Open Link Night, 
week #119, in dVerse Poets Pub

Pic Art--click ETERNITY


ETERNITY

do you have a few minutes?
SURE!
wait--are you certain?
how do you know if
there's time to stay...
or is it time to go?

Alpha, Omega

in between EVERYTHING,
this very moment--
it's where Eternity lives.
chocolate cookies,
soft breeze,
kind words, dreams,
hope, love.

below? above?

a loosened leaf 
floats onto grass.
yet ALWAYS is now!

past, future
exist not.

when time 
shall be stripped away,
neither before nor after
 left standing--
eternal, spiritual life
evermore. FOREVER.

no beginning!  no end!

...and joy, 
happiness therein
is but,
and only,
first and last...
--LOVE

--by steveroni

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

HAPPY ENDING...SHORT STORY

Posted--a day late!--in dVerse


ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL


This is one of a thousand fond memories

About five years ago I was playing (violin) a gig on the top floor of a newly-constructed-but-not-quite-finished luxury condominium.  Prospective wedding clients of mine--she and her fiance--drove there to audition me on penthouse balcony overlooking miles of sandy beach and sea.

I passed the test!  They hired me on the spot, and paid me half the fee in advance, to play the music for their wedding.  Two months later, the to-be bride called me.  Through tears she said the not-to-be groom had jilted her.   She asked if I'd return her deposit. I usually do not return deposit money, but she melted my heart--not a difficult task--grin!--and I sent her the check.

Two years later she asked me to play for her "for sure" wedding (another groom!) to be celebrated on the beach.  She recalled that I had returned her money.  I told her my fee had risen...by one dollar--she laughed.  As we were talking, I jokingly mentioned that she probably "...won't remember what I look like, but I'll be the fellow wearing a tuxedo, carrying a violin."

Her instant response, "Well, you won't remember me either, but I'll be the girl with the sweaty armpits!"

(She became a most happy-and-pretty bride on the beach at Naples' Lowdermilk Park that day, May 14, 2005...and nobody realized she was wet under her arms, except the violin player, me--steveroni)



<a certified reworked re-post--Steve E>

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Mooooo

Things could be worse!


Image:
magpie tales week190


"H E L P !"
I see them 
coming, in the light 
one carries milk bucket
other, a bridle and saddle.
me won't know whether 
to kick or bite

HELP! YELP!

Friday, October 11, 2013

INCOME TAX EXTENSION--LAST DAY

OK, I have hired an accountant this year 
to help me with taxes.
Introducing:
SAM HAMSTER
Accounting Master recently retired from
U.S. Internal Revenue Service

CONVERSATION

"Hurry up, Sam!", I shouted

"I am, I am", he said.
"taxes due last April--
then I heard you mention
a six-month extension."

"OKAY, so why aren't they done, son?"

"Hey, I'm just a one-man Ham.
gimme a little space
you can SEE I'm in a jam
what a MESS, this place.

"Today is Saturday. I
Promise to be done soon...
If ya get off my back,
By Tuesday at noon."

"So," I explained, "let's quit
this silly writing and get to work.
Don't want the IRS to see us shirk.
We're gonna do it fast,
even if only half-as*ed."

--steveroni

QUOTE: 
"Friends say I procrastinate--NO!
I just do things at the last minute!"

PEACE and LIGHT!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

TIME? Magpie #189

Time...suggested by photo on MAGPIE for Mag #189


image by crillib 50

TIME

Woe is me!

Time is against me

Time is my enemy

Time is that troubling 
"dimension", which I
sometimes question

We call it morning (12 AM)
during darkest night.

Time...a calendar counter
measures everything;

sports, music, industry, science.
Then, there is:

"BE ON TIME, YA HEAH?"


Yesterday and Tomorrow--
are they part of time?
Is time a fundamental 
structure of the Universe?


OR simply is it


"time that keeps everything
from happening at once"?
(Maybe Eternity is now.)
Does this moment have 

no true beginning, nor end?


Forgive me, clocks, but I 
believe you're all phonies. 

Has anyone else arrived
almost before they left?--grin! 

Mind-boggling, I tell you!

Say "old man" if you like
but it's the body which is old.

Not me!  I feel like we shall all
"Live Forever"

PEACE and LIGHT! 

--steveroni

Friday, October 4, 2013

CANDID CAMERA





HOLD STILL! 
LOOK UP! 
SMILE!


Awww....forget it---just look natural, 
do what you are doing, OK?

click....click....click.  Thank you.  
Got a GoooD shot!


I posted this in your bathroom mirror.

GO LOOK NOW!!

--grin.

--steveroni

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

PINK UMBRELLAS

Every Tuesday is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub
TUESDAY @ 3 PM Eastern doors open for OLN week #116


PINK UMBRELLA

she drops something, a purse?
every day I see her
on my way. I greet her. (wave!)
she, shuffling along--
while speeding in other direction
me, singing a song, or whistling

a few seconds, I make U-turn,
picking up heavy, sagging bag.
strap it on and ride
to catch the caravan.
six smiling children and mom
escorting to school the two...

beautiful sight to behold
and I think of you.
family needing shoes and shorts,
as tears slide down your cheek.
no fancy satin, lace, 
(but each--clean face!)

I observe how
in warding off early morning sun
each older holding finely made (gifted) umbrella
over heads of younger--they all move as one.

first fearful, (children often balk),
each has to climb my bike to see
if their feet might reach the walk.
none.  but leaving "presents" for me
by rubbing faces on leather seat

speaking in only language we know:
laughter and smiles everywhere,
mom happy with her bag. oh's and ah's
from kids. mom's only refrain

"gracias...gracias!"

walking away from me,
seven flower-pink umbrellas

--steveroni

Every morning I see near a dozen families 
walking one or two children to school--but   everybody--young and old gets to go, enjoy the morning air, sunshine. Mother and little ones pushing other littler ones in carriages.

Our neighborhood is multi-racial and multi-national, many immigrants from S America, Cuba, Mexico, Portugal, Haiti, Jamaica...and we all get along. 
daily, these meetings are my morning prayer

Poor, yes. But rich?...OHH, YESSS!