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Hey, Peeps! and all the ships at sea! Any one who might be looking for steveroni blog... PLEASE be directed to the FOURTH DIMENSION,  since this is my active blog for 2011 and beyond...maybe into the--you guessed it--the FOURTH DIMENSION PEACE, Peeps! Sincerely, Steve E

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Re-Post from December 31, 2009 HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2011 Frequently, in getting to know blogger-Peeps, I wonder, "Where do you live? What does your house look like? Your yard?"  This is where steveroni lives... WHERE DO YOU LIVE? And I am so ever grateful to have a place to live. I do know what it is, to stand in the cold at midnight, snow swirling about howling winds. And I am there shivering with

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PEEPS!It is time for me to sneak in hereTo wish whoever comes by aTOTAL MERRY CHRISTMAS! It is Christmas in the heartwhich puts Christmas in the air.~W.T. Ellis A three year old once gave this reaction to her Christmas dinner:  "I didn't like the turkey, but I liked the bread he ate."  IMAGE:  Christmas by ~kiiw

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Amended: There is so much work here in 717 posts. Rather then just trash everything, I decided (during the 30-day grace period given by blogger) to 'undelete' this blog--and to keep it up as a static blog, until such time as..... BROKEN MAN Here now stands a broken man--a shellWith countless years strewn wide behindOf broken vows, banished hopes--he fellSearching, seeking promise of a better

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Note: at the bottom of this post is my application to "Monday's Child" which Jinksy suggested as a proper second home for this 140-character piece. OK? Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday.  A partyInvitations sentWrong addressBalloonsGiftsSandwichesIce creamCakeCandlesLittle girl waitsMother also Where IS

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To Nature she gave birthIn that Creative moment Of dancing and mirth Ah! Nature! See? Just to be...dancing She Takes water from the sea Filters, clears, makes clean To return in waves of rainy sheen Down and back to you and me. Dance...dance in the rain It is the grandest scheme Greater than greatest dream-- This process of extraction Reconditioning Using again and again ...while dancing

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MOON ALIVE IN 55 WORDS The moon is in fullness tonight Here and everywhere.It is fullAs is every created spaceEvery plateEvery cupEvery heartEvery soul  The fullness of life is in The seed, The weedThe flowerIt is in theYearningEarningLearningDesire burningCulminationSalvation   All full as the moonAnd soon. If you wish to "55"...post it, then visitMR G-MAN photo credit:  

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Here isTess Kincaid In her blankey laid She of cat family Laps liquids wrong way One paw reaching far out Makes opening for her snout She spys one other Looks like her mother Head turns this way and that Other does same. That cat In the same exact manner behaves She says, "Like me--Tess Kincaid". Crack in mirror, Or crack in wall Meeow, Meeow. Goodnight to all. --steveroni This was

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THE CAMERA SHOOK CHANCE MEETING?  This day I met an old man sitting on a huge rockHigher up than the lower mountains. With clouds below us so beautifully formed, I asked him if he might take my photo. He agreed, and I held out my camera. So I was thinking...better not do this.As he was ready to focus, His arms from all up to his shoulders Began to shake in a near-violent manner. I reached for

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  Boats on Naples Bay One gigantic mirror Smooth, clear, unruffled Every sound muffled Overcast day, bit of fog Unusual for sunny Naples A Fish jumped, making waves In ever-outreaching circles. THE BAY: Naples bay is Gulf water's extension Which is reaching out to all, even me. Nestled In sweet right arm of the sea Is south-most of this peninsula. Olde City of Naples: And it is

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FLY AWAY TODAY? Four engines Fuel-mega-drops spew Off-and up we flew What sweet memory The view Moon above Sea below Chaos reigned Water's cold Stomach of mine Full of brine --steveroni written for Monkey Man's Sunday 160    Graphic: DEVIANT ART airplane_by_elena1150-d2yeog5.jpg

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THE TELLATOUCH   Children loved him And his 'talking machine'. Around himThey gathered...On beaches, piers, islands, mountains--In warm Gulf waters. They typed letters, Learning to spell. His finger On opposite sideRead braille symbols Which corresponded To bright-keyed alphas. Children adored my father--Deaf-blindWho gave them always A story--and a smile. --steveroni  Write something in

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The Sea and Me One Shot Wednesday is where We gather to speak poetry. Write a poem. Join us. Fun begins Tuesdays at 5pm, EST. DANCING DOLPHIN THE SEA...AND ME  Light peeped once from clouded eastern skylike a blink Day had just awakened. Miles stretched each way From proud, quiet bayTo immensity of sea.THIS! for lone Peep--me Barely discerned, that flash of first-lightAs were--as if being

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This was inspired by Willow's Magpie TalesPlease visit HERE for more creative poems, stories etc!And JOIN US for simple, almost rule-free FUN!    NOTE PLEASE:The following short lines were derived from H. W. Longfellow's MIDNIGHT RIDE OF PAUL REVEREWhich you may read...FIRST MY "PIE" "One if by land Two if by sea Three if by air (And that would be ME!) And on the opposite shore You'll hear

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Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday. ONCE UPON A TIME OK. Slow down, 'Peg'.   Let's look around.  There are the Twin Spires.  Can you spot Starbucks down there? COFFEE first-THEN the oats!  ...

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Write any kind of story in exactly 55 words.  Comment on G-Man's BLOG and he will respond. Visit other 55-writers!  C'mon, it's kinda FUN! The phone call is between one man (whose words are bold font) and a woman, who (PLEASE IMAGINE) speaks in a sultry, sexy, very audible whisper:  CONVERSATION? RING!.....RING!.....RING!.. Hello? Are you busy? Yessss... Can I talk? Oh please yes, do

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ONE SHOT WEDNESDAY LOVING THE SEA  LOVE THE SEASea of blue-hued beautyStanding here before you With respect, admirationTo give you, and loveYes, loveIt is said peace and happiness(Sometimes warily sharing),Are those keys toThe door of fulfillmentWhat of love?Constant flowing of giving, GIFTING the unsuspectingThis is the clueI give youIt's called loveThank you, oh ocean-bodyHuge of water

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Microfiction means the shortest of short stories. For MFM the limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer. Hosted weekly by SUSAN "WRITING"by http://little-devianty.deviantart.com/  MICROFICTION #50 What to write? Something trite? Maybe Lite Tonight! After a bite (How SO right) Of HERSHEY BAR! --steveroni

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HERSHEY HAIKU I shiver and shake Until my craving is slaked With sweet Hershey Bar Oh! Chocolate, my lover One I cannot bear without Let me taste you once more Just one little square Which I can melt on my tongue That's all I now dare Lick and suck and smile Every thing is OKAY The rest of today I hear you say what? Body, are you telling me Now you want some more...? --steveroni

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Go to MAGPIE TALES for more, and/or to take part in the 'nearly-no-rules' fun! FOUR HAIKUFOR YOU what beautiful tones this violin, only when played by a violinist the mighty old oak no longer is so great if no one is to see A poem utters only its nonsenses when nobody to read Parfum-- is useless to the sweet loveliness of your body so bare --steveroni

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A WORD OF EXPLANATION THE FOLLOWING GRAPHIC IS AN AIRPORT BAGGAGE SCAN TAKE MY RUBIES AND TAKE MY PEARLSTAKE MY CAMELS AND ALL MY GIRLSRhumba lessons I want them for The Rich Maharaja of Magador (MY '55') Give up your money Line up over here. Yes, you too, Honey (Wipe off that sneer) Empty your pockets Take off your shoes Hand me the locket Talk, and you lose Also your belt Ooooh! I'm

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This is my part in One Shot WednesdayPlease visit some of these beautiful Peeps BECKONING SEATAKE ME  Gazing at the water's swirl I see the paths of the world This way...maybe that Up, down or maybe not Where do I look to see You. Which direction to Face? Around my ankles the water Seems to race And begin To drag me in Are you in cold or warm? Only could I take your arm And with you flee To

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This is my part in One Shot WednesdayPlease visit some of these beautiful Peeps RANDOM POEM FOR LOVERS  WHAT THEN? So, the meeting takes its place Planned long ago Concocted, contrived To be face-to-face Either none...or One-on-One. This is not longer fun As was the intention Almost it seems to run As just something to mention By-and-By. "Ya, I done dat Even been dere Und ya, ve sat Right

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WORDS AND PICTURES IN BRILLIANT COLOR "TOWER, HAS ANYONE FOUND MY PURSE YET??" SHOCK AND AWE BUDDIES   THE END   

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Micro-Fiction Monday is hosted by Susan  at Stony River. Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday. TWO IN LOVE Greater than any known forceIs that which binds together Two living souls LOVE God is the source Did you know His Real true name Is LOVE? steve E 

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This IS fun, to write anything in exactly 160 characters --spaces counted also--Then let MONKEY MAN know.Sunday ONLY posting      SUNDAY 160 THE LEGS HAVE IT! Before me I watch her swing constantly One crossed-over leg In never-ending Steady beat. Why does this bother me? Is it that pistol outlined Under her skirts? --steveroni

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This was inspired by Willow's blog Magpie Tales.  Please visit HERE for more creative poems, stories etc! And join us for simple, nearly-rule-free FUN! "Cough...Cough" MAGPIE 32  How the hell did I get in here? WHAT brought me to this place? It is stiflingI cannot smellI can't tasteI cannot SEECough...cough... I cannot breatheShall I even LIVE? Last thing I remember ...Draining the

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If you write a piece in exactly 55 words, let the G-Man know about it and he will respond. Then visit other 55-writers (there are many...) Go HERE TRIBUTE TO CELEBRATE ONE YEAR OF FRIENDSHIP TO MY BEST BLOGGER FRIEND, DULCE... AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She who writes for others Her thoughts So beautiful... In forms of Sweeter poetry  Completely discernible to most, And to others maybe not  (

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CALL TO JUDGMENT   HERE HE COMES--THE JUDGE! Only when I am elected by a majority vote of the people, may I be considered a judge--HA! Talk about a cold day in hell--(grinning!)  And then only after I have sifted through information, evidence, and supporting law and scrutinized testimony of witnesses, might I be able to make judgment, subject to review and higher judgments. My 7 AM AA meeting

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WHO BUT 'US' WOULD KNOW THAT "EASY DOES IT" MEANS ALSO "DOIT"!! ADV FOR SOBER? I THINK NOT--grin! The following story has happened over and again in Naples, and on my scooter rides along the coast: AN UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE? At an AA meeting recently, one man--who looked like he needed a drink (Steve, do not judge!--GRIN!) OK, the man said:"...these people who put AA

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Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River. Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday. (My 140) HOT TIME IN THE OLD TOWN TONIGHT!!!! Two maids, School Marm And Mini-Tittie Both from the farm Head for the city. Spreading alarms Sending a wire! The town's on fire -Tonight --Steve E  HEY! I just jotted out a sequel which became "140 Number TWO" "TWO COUNTRY

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This IS fun, to write anything in exactly 160 characters --spaces counted also--Then let MONKEY MAN know.Sunday ONLY posting ANOTHER MOVING STORY!     A year ago she said "I think I'm alcoholic" Some months later she asked me "Do you think I'm an alcoholic?" Last night she Walked into her First AA meeting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Please

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REMEMBER? On radio Came newsAlleged attackSet world aback.Nine O'clockWhat a shockTo very foundations ofUs and many nationsBuildings tall, Peeps so smallSent crashing and slidingIn and on themselvesJumping, diving,Flying, driving,Talking, walking,Sleeping, Dreaming,Buying, lyingTrying, crying,Living,--Dying.It was real,It was personal.Anger, Sadness, Horror and moreOut in the street andBehind

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FOLLOWING is Magpie #31(thanks to WILLOW's Prompt)  and since it is in 55 words, it will be my "55" Flash Fiction Friday this week  MAGPIE plus "55"  Peering through my window Is it who?Is it you? I said that youMay walk through The front door  Make yourself at homeMy home isYours And what's more,Whoever withYou is   Also welcome Now, then, orAlways Oh! Your partner?Your friend? I hopeShe

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WHO ARE YOU? One who is always Hangin' around me Is me. How can I rid Myself of... Me Maybe the way Is to fool Me To think I'm another Thus transferring Me...to thee. Then this day I may say Why are you Hangin' round Me? --Steve THIS IS MY FIRST One Shot WednesdaySORRY TO BE LATE...

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A note to Ces. Click on her name and view some extraordinary art by an extraordinary peep. I was commenting in her blog post, and (as happens frequently) I found myself writing a blog post--on HER blog! Imagine--grin! So this is my comment, here, instead of ummmm, there: Engraving_by_derranged_gadgeteer (in Deviant Art)  BLOG COMMENTCes, there is a reason why your drawings (

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Hey! Please don't get me wet NOW. I just rubbed sunscreen on my face and arms...Sheeeesh! Micro-Fiction Monday is hostessed by Susan at Stony River.  Go here to learn about and read more Micro-Fiction Monday.

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 A corner of the Bach Yard of D-G (Daughter-Girl) with one of three dogs, her German Shepherd, age 7-months--chasing a ball.  This IS a place of PEACE! LAST INSTALLMENTof 4,000-mile scooter trip EXCEPT FOR BITS AND PIECES now and then This final visit of my Trip 2010 is happening at the home of DG. This is where I began nearly three weeks ago. There is much love in this house..."DG" is "

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OASIS TOO...TWO While riding south on U.S. Route 27, I came upon a placenamed Sebring, Florida. Had no intention to stayWanted to be on my way.Now, in my third day here---In 55 words:This is how it went down: My "55" Stopped here two days ago for a drink (water!). Starbucks, McDonald's--Panera bread Lady--at motel--Indian princess--said Stay awhile. Rest a bit. For you, Friend of Bill We

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BOBBING FOR AN APPLE? Hey YOU! LADY! That is NOT how we are supposed to eat an apple.Why Sir, is it your plan to teach me how to eat?I'll try my best, Lady...First, you do not--not EVER--start from the outside.Well Sir, then you tell me now: WHICH side?(Achhhh! WOMEN! Cannot live with nor without these women.) You see Lady, it has ever and forever been a tradition to begin eating from the

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LIGHTNER MUSEUM--ST AUGUSTINE, FLORIDA A DAY IN THE LIFE OF....  August 2009, as I rode through St Augustine, on Florida's east coast, just south of Jacksonville, I decided to stop for a few AA meetings, and "Meet the Peeps" (Sounds like "Meet the press", Holy Crapola!)...Back in St Augustine today--2010--at noon I went to Serenity Club. Guess what? A Women's meeting! So, just momentarily and

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TONIGHT  In St Augustine, Florida, and the sound of a train nearby is so peaceful, so reminiscent of days gone by. I had forgotten that mile-long trains still snake their way--whistles a blowing--across states, countries and directly behind motels where Peeps are trying to sleep! Fortunately, the rumbling sounds of a long train are to me the same as that lullaby of sea-waves which used to rock

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MICRO FICTION MONDAY #46 "Daddy, are we there yet?" "I have to go wee!" "Can we go back home? I forgot KitCat!" "I gotta poo!" "I'm HUNGRY!" (I need BEER)  Micro-Fiction Monday, hosted by Susan at Stony River.!Write a 140 Character (including spaces) or less response to a random picture that she gives us weekly, post it on your blog, then go visit her ...here!It's fun, and quite

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AMENDED: Just now I went to office for their "Continental (stale doughnut?) breakfast. Guess what? The place has closed down!! This is TRUE. Altogether! Guess I got here yesterday in the nick of time--grin! (No wonder it was "$33 cash--pay in advance!") Lots of rain forecast for today where I am riding, so I'll cover my gear NOW instead of later..."under an overpass" May God/Allah Bless you

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 THE CRICKET CHIRPS, THE KETTLE SINGS NOTE: Fri., Sat., Sun., riding south on I-95 toward St Augustine FL THURSDAY:  Riding EAST (my deepest apologies, Mr G-Man!) across the state of Virginia toward Norfolk, I felt suddenly Tired, Hungry, Lonely--but NOT Angry ("H.A.L.T.")...three out of four, though, is NOT good for this alcoholic. I blinked once, and there before me stood this little old

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    DAYTIME TUESDAY: First I heard the sirens, wayyyy behind me, approaching. Since I was slowing from about 80, they were not coming up on me--public servants don't "do" 80...at least on the job. A few cars and a moving van were stopped...then I saw it with my eyes, a motorcycle sort of crumpled up. All by itself, the bent front wheel still circling itself. Maybe caused by the breeze out

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ON THE ROAD AGAIN Into the motel office I walked about 5 PM Monday, to get some change for vending.  A lady was just checking in...she kept looking at me, finally said, "Didn't you speak at the Three Legacies group Saturday night"? Yep! One hour later at a red light on my scooter--still in Charleston--two very young girls pulled up in a van next to me, at a very busy intersection. One had a

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Please visit Susan HERE to find out the scoopon writing a short one (140 characters or fewer) MICRO FICTION MONDAY "Well, your papers seem to be in order, Mr Bones. What is the condition of your health? The Insurance company does wish to know about that!" Just decided to take an "off" day fromeverything...and spend another day inbeautiful Charleston. And yes, it IS hot!Thank you for all of

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Early on this trip, I stayed at the house of one who was SO proud of her yard.What I found there, I share--with you. A MONARCH UNIVERSE At one house where I stayed is a huge back yard, wood-fenced, and loaded with flora, fauna, and vegetation also--grin! Of particular interest to me was  something you all probably knew...but being born in the dark ages, I somehow missed. A year ago my

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"On the road again", this beautiful Friday in Charleston South Carolina (I like it here!) I combined "55" with Magpie--not much computer time (that's my excuse this time!) MAGPIE PROMPT BY "WILLOW" ("Psssst...Shhhh! Willow, you have nice toes" --the Foot Fet) "Here am I again, just another chunk of old plumbing.Sticking my nose out from behind some plaster.This time between some exquisite

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 BEATING THE RAINS?? TUESDAY EVENING AUGUST 17, 2010Scooter Trip, Day 1 and I sit here in a beautiful South Florida village visiting my daughter. At the moment she is out taking one of her several dogs to school. He is taking a test tonight in front of all the other dogs at school. He is going to sit, when he hears the word "SIT", and stand, etc., at the command "STAND".Bloody hell, I could do

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This was inspired by Willow's blog Magpie TalesPlease go visit HER for more creative poems, stories etc! And join in, so simple, almost rule-free--most of all IT IS FUN!!!! Go HERE for quick information.... PIPES--ACCESSORIES?  (In whisper mode)  Shhhhh, I cannot talk...down here in the basement, being held prisoner. I am huddled on the damp floor, awaiting instructions from my captors.

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IT WAS ONE OF THOSE  DAYS This IS fun, to write anything in exactly 160 characters --spaces counted also--Then let MONKEY MAN know.Sunday ONLY posting This momentOf mineSo badFeel sadAnd a tad Guilty Pay the finePut behindThat stressThe messLive again. Together foreverHere, thereEverywhere. --steveroni

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THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1949 FIRST SET OF "WHEELS" My first "Freedom Ride"  was to be a full-sized  WILLYS JEEP, a 16th  Birthday present.  "Young People will never remember our words, but they will ALWAYS remember how we made them FEEL"--Anonymous When but a youth of sixteen I received a birthday present A brand new half-inch machine-a Jeep Hidden under my breakfast

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NAPLES FLORIDA ICE CREAM TRUCK Dear Peeps. There is just not the time for me to comment--much. But I realize YOU like enjoy receiving them as well as I.  So this little photo is what I am sending , as grass mowing is the next job today. I believe our thermometer on lanai reads 104 right now. So, I'll just drink to that (water!) and get to work. Forgive me for being short in the comment areas.

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UPCOMING SCOOTER TRIP Early next week I go to seek God and his peeps And in my blind' What do I find? A toll booth! "Get off this red Highway Drive on the "Blue" By-way Make it to the Maker --Be giver, not taker" These words said By Flex my Angel And One other, too: "I LOVE YOU!" --steveroni Flash Friday Fiction 55 (click HERE) is hosted by the G-man. The challenge, should you choose

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MR MEADOW MET HIS MATCH Mr Meadow saw what loomed like a huge black cloud descending upon his little settlement, his "place" of the evening. The wispy wetness blurred into what resembled a gigantic human hand, palm facing him. Moving slowly, like a shadow in the dark night, it struggled to keep itself between Mr Meadow and the lamp ("lamp", same four letters..extra credit, maybe l'll be allowed

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 THE FARMER AND THE FOTO   I love looking at pictures Of people, places and things I search them out, to view again .....Again and then the Dammmm phone rings... "Hey YOU! Did receive my photos?" Of course I did, my Baybeeee I wish to look more and see You. But where are your clothes? You were else nought But very bold At the same (Wow!) hot But very cold Thank you again For what you send

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS ABOUT MY EXPERIENCES IN ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS WHAT? NO UMBRELLA? During my earliest memory--about age 5-8--Grown-up Peeps would ask me questions like, "What do you want to be when you grow up, young man?" Oh how I hated that condescending-sounded question! I mean, they didn't give a rat's ass about "what I wanted to be", right? RIGHT! So I began to make up things

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Long-ago slice of life of steveroni Maestro Josef Kripps shouted, "Sing, SING!" MY LIFE, MY MEMORYA MEMORABLE SUMMER  Some years ago, after my first season with the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra, at age 20, I had a cyst removed from left side of my neck and I can still today feel the warm blood trickle down my neck and chest and arm.   Surgery was in the doctor's office. Tests showed a

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To quick-read Part One, please click HERE! THEME: WATERING CAN MAGPIE 26...LOTTO STORY II The final sentence of last week's MAGPIE 25 Attorney said: We are here to discuss with your mother privately her wishes for handling a prize of this size--it IS a lot of money, you know......is there a room with a lock where we may meet? PART II Said in a patronizing toneWell, certainly so we doIt's

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 WORLD-CLASS HEART ATTACK AMENDED Aug 5, 2010: My friend and I have had many conversations through the years about God (he had been "trying"!) Yesterday he did ask me why I thought he lived through this. I told him, his story--if he chose to share it--could help many Peeps "Come to believe", or reinforce the faith of others, or be a special consolation to those who are confident in our

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This little poetry is inspired by a pleasant early-morning phone conversation with a favorite Peep, and a blog post by another Peep, new to me  Jozien  and it is imaginary imagery for me, a further pushing...this one did not simply roll itself onto the keyboard, as most of these do for me.  TOP OF THE WORLD Above tree line of mountain I discovered earth-top lake And in austere and

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The following was inspired by Willow's Magpie Tales. Go visit HERE for FAR more creative poems, stories etc! ALL LOCK AND NO KEY THE LOTTERY There is a twinkle in the old lady's eye. My dear mother, all grayed, ready to die. Where there's a will, there's also a way To keep on moving in this life...to stay In the situation. That is her today. It is her mind which is failing. With camera,

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Wholly absorbed in the present Carrying little of the past Worrying not of the future Attached to no person nor thing I finally taste The Symphony of Life. It alone deserves this love--of My passionate attachments: Heart, Soul, Mind, Strength Unencumbered, Living in the Eternal NOW... Of what else IS the meaning of life? --steveroni(inspired by Anthony De Mello)  The challenge, should you

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On the corner of the HAZELDON TREATMENT CENTER--NAPLES  Take a peek at new Hazeldon in Naples, Florida. Top left photo (in link) is the "Coffee Corner", by that palm on the right is where I park my scooter daily. I have NO affiliation with HAZELDON. Simply I buy a cup of (REALLY GooooD!) coffee, and chat with the Peeps who come and go. It is a fun way to relax for an hour or two, and also

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There exists SO many fine--THE finest, most sensitive, spiritually-centered--artists in these blogs. I have "met" about a small number of them through our Blog Connections (one in person!). An art connoisseur I am NOT! But I have come to love, in this short half-year, the people who do this, the messages, and their work.  CALLI, sent me her LADY IN RED, last year, which is hanging now above my

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Go HERE for first part of story Saturday's post on steveroni.  MAGPIE 24 the bad bedBeautiful, comfortable, sleepable big bed. "Why only half-used?" She mused... Responding to herself she said "He went away, in middle of night And now I cannot tolerate the sight Simply cannot stand Stan Any more, that stupid man! It has been nearly two weeks since (Just thinking of it makes me wince) And I

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 STEP ONE A REVERIEIt must have been that first step. But that was NOT my first thought, which was more like "Wheee! This feels almost like flying!" What a short-lived thrill. Flapping my arms and hands did nothing to level my flight. Even my feet were trying their best to bring me back.Why do I still feel that sharpness-of-needle-point poked into my wrist? What the bloody hell, enjoy it while it

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FLASH "55"-Word FRIDAY!   The message following Is being sent to a friend Far across rolling Water-wavesIn country tropical: The old man asked this of me "Do you wish to hear God? Do you wish also to see?" Question first Now the answer-- "Look intently at Your Nation... Creation. Then listen to the Sound of the sea."--steveroni The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a

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Dreams have only one owner at a time.  That is why dreamers are lonely. Erma Bombeck AMENDEDThank you for being here. A dream is so private a happening, with thousands of nuances which, as much joy it would be to share, there seems--to me--to be no way for any other to have even a clue show up as same or similar, in their part of the share. My opinion. --steve Image: In good Hands by Mity

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A PARTIAL REPOST FROM JUNE 27, 2009   MAY I ENTER? WHO AM I?? A lover knocked at the door of his beloved. "Who knocks?", said the beloved from within. "It is I", said the lover. "Go away, This house will not hold you and me." The rejected lover went away into the desert. There he meditated for months on end, pondering the words of the beloved. Finally he returned and knocked

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WHERE GOES MY HEART There go I  Sunday evening as I sat admiring a painting on the blog of fantastic artist Manon Doyle, a title for her piece came to me. I commented (Why-oh-why do I DO these things?) that if she would use my title, I'd write a song to go with it. NEVER in my life have I even distantly harbored a notion of doing something like this. Anyway, I sat right down and the words (

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One of the blogs I follow daily contains a particularly spiritual message today.Please check Dulce out HERE ATTACHMENTS OR REAL HAPPINESS? WARNING: This is deep stuff-at least, for me.  Hopefully, we keep on learning, and it becomes FUN.  E.g., this sentence in a message two years ago to a favorite "artist" blogger, taken out of context: "...when I read your messages, and you read mine (

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MAGPIE 23  (My first MAGPIE--hope it is correct procedure) Rusty and old Top used to be gold But in the cellar Still some color It Is said 'Twas fire-red Bereft...Distinguishable Left on a shelf Before it...you know, Extinguished itself. Something like me Over the hill Or even like Thee When the years will Accumulate Accentuate Violate Until the final ill   Until...nihil --steveroni The

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SEVENTY-TWO YEARS TOGETHER NOTE:  A POST ON  JULY 10, 2010 INSPIRED ME TO "COPY-CAT" AND I WISH TO THANK YOU THANK YOU (echo?) CLAUDIA FOR ALLOWING ME SOME LICENSE IN USING YOUR IDEAS AND A FEW OF YOUR OWN WORDS.  I HAVE IMMENSE RESPECT FOR YOUR TALENT AND YOUR BLOGGING. VIELE UMARMUNGEN! Your were age nine, I tender five So young we, but very much alive My mother gave you to me And me

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For more than 20 years, this wasmy view of the Florida SUNRISE--Thank God, for SOBRIETY today! A FEW WORDS Florida's summertime showers Happen daily, with regular hours Usually in afternoons, two 'til five. Gladly help everything to stay alive. Thus, I perceive almost every morning As Glorious renewal, a fresh new day, God's Beauty on Great Display Noticeably absent: my former forlorning.

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CONFUSED    JUST ANOTHER AA MEETING? YEP! THIS IS WHY I LOVE THEM... Amended: We lost two this week to suicide, both shocking, because there were no clues that they were harboring "stuff" about which they cold not share with another. God, please take care of their souls, and let the lesson of their lives--and deaths--be for all to open up, ask for help, and share in this wonderful life of

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May God protect the players--and the fans--at the WORLD CUP FINAL today, Sunday July 11 . ABC TV and UNAVISION will air the game between NETHERLANDS and SPAIN at 2 PM EDT in the area where I live. One who commented on my blog asked me if the header picture is my bass. I wrote her that it wasn't mine, but that it was a violin.  So it is from Dianne's suggestion that I remember and blog this

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YOU WANT EGG ROLL WITH THAT???? Several years ago I was member of a group which decided to have a "pot-luck" annual celebration dinner. You do not need to know this, but the only thing I EVER did in the kitchen area is wash dishes--by hand. I do not like dishwasher appliances, they are SUCH a waste of water and power (hot water)!  I did watch my mother--at age 7 (me, not mother!) make deviled

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If you wish to write some kind of story in exactly 55 words, let the G-Man know about it and he will respond. Then visit other 55-writers (there are many...) Go HERE The City, San Antonio: site of International Convention of Alcoholics Anonymous Celebrating the 75th Anniversary of AA RIVER WALK ...and WE WERE THERE!  City that never sleeps: Could be that all the Peeps Are breathless

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 EOS ...SO EARLY IN THE MORNING! What is it I hear Yet so unclear? --Ringing? Singing? An angel came and took my hand I felt as in a foreign land...and As I awakened to rosy-fingered dawn, Remembered--today I mow the lawn. (Those exciting first four notes of Beethoven'sFifth SymphonyRemind me daily of what must come before all else...OR else!) I actually SING this: GET ON YOUR KNEEEEES...

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    San Antonio  Tower For years he'd shivered and coweredIn ever-changing shadings of towerThis man who begged for his mealFellow whose shoes had no heal I gave him a buckWished him "good luck"...But before walking away I looked back to say "Friend, let's go have a coffee,And talk about today...and yesterday".  --steveroni Comments are not going either way for me today, so I have not

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WE FLEW HOME Thankful for all the blessings of the International Convention of AA Indebtedness I owe to the hopeless, suffering alcoholic, whether 1 day or 36 years--sober. Rejuvented by 65,000 smiling and very happy sober faces--day and night! OMG!!! Entering a new phase in sobriety--of Recovery, Unity, and Service Dismiss self and personally welcome all who step through this door of

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Mr G-Man: It is with real regret that I tell you this.At the convention, there is just notime scheduled for 55-Word-Fridayvisiting, reading and commenting. But I did manage to sneak a "55" outof here, past the AA Convention Police Cadre. Thank you for understanding.  --S ALL ARE ONE ONE ARE ALL WITH GOD! CONNECTIONS The most inevitable attribute of lifeUpon that very breath of its

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CONVENTION: PART I AA 75th ANNIVERSARY INTERNATIONAL CONVENTION July 1-4, 2010 San Antonio, Texas SA  Flight from Naples FL to Houston was a marvelous experience--I just LOVE flying!  It is reminding me when my scooter revs up, I have a sensation of being in a fast jet and feel the same surge of power as the wheels reluctantly push off the tarmac. (NOTE:  The wheels of my Suzuki stay

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    WHAT DOES BEETHOVEN HAVE TO DO WITH IT? Hey, it is International Convention Time!  Our plane takes off Tuesday at 6 AM. Maybe there will be enough of my group to have a meeting aboard?--grin! Today Monday is a busy one. As a result, you will not have much to delete--you could even read it all in one sitting? LOL Following conversation was with a stranger in Starbucks this morning. I had

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A far more efficient method of message delivery--and more "romantic".--Cool?  Sexy?  TOPIC: STIMULATING Dear Bloggers My fourth computer was named "Stimulating"...the year 1999 and it was then I became hooked with those tiny ones and zeros (1's and 0's, as in 1110011.  Like a poor friendship or relationship, I never learned what those digits really meant, one to the other.  But I stood (OKAY

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THIS IS 55-WORD FRIDAY!! If you wish to write some kind of story in exactly 55 words, let the G-Man know about it and he will respond. Then visit other 55-writers (there are many...) Go HERE High, high on the cliff, Overlooking cold water's flow Far, far away, so swift. I dive to meet it below: Ahh! actual moment of in-the-water-plunge. I FEEL my body being "assumed" by saltness,

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THEN AND NOW As wonderfully exciting; as scintillating (to me) as some part of my past has been, there were too many horrors in which I do not dwell...rather I try to forget. While thinking of the past, I clicked on a favorite blog written by LU ANN.   Wouldn't you know? Her topic was so utterly similar to my thought of that moment, that I'm blogging my own feeble--yet necessary, to me--

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PERSPECTIVE  398-WORD TUESDAY??? Tuesday I had another Laser session on my eyes. It brought to mind several years ago when I had cataracts removed, and lenses implanted at the same time.  What fun!  What a beautiful escape from reality, the anesthesia. To be knocked out, wake up 45 minutes later, with no hangover, not one single ill effect. Although I was not allowed to drive home (because of

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 Doing this humbles me, because she is SO good! But I must do it... SO HAPPY TO WELCOME BACK THE POET-QUEEN NEVINE WELCOME HOME! Such a great measure has passed, of time-- Since we've scrutinized--through words--your soul; Whisperings, obsessions, sensings in rhyme, Phantasies missing for so long, have taken their toll. But now, the return of scent-hues, fiery spirits And certainly more of

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A POEM IN THE SERIES "SHE GONE AND LEFT ME"by steveroniNEVER IS ALWAYS AND FOREVER A POEM IN THE SERIES "SHE GONE AND LEFT ME" by steveroni It's one thing for low In my life to hit. Another thing to know, To taste it a bit, One, to wallow in the mire Or buy a bottle and drink Worse, to hang by a wire Not longer able to think Of consequences Of the right Or the wrong; Of nonsenses As in

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 DIE-ETTE...Just to show you Peeps what it IS:Medifast is the powder which makes me (if I closemy eyes!) A (melted) HERSHEY BAR. I drink 5 of those 100 calorie thingies each day--mixed with water. ONE banana each day, and lots of water/coffee, yessss, COFFEE!! completes steveroni's "Daily Bread" NEW UPDATE ON DIE-ETTESaturday June 19, 2010This is second in my weight-loss series, and I

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 55-WORD FRIDAY...A DREAM If you wish to join in the fun, write a piece in exactly 55 words, publish on or before Friday, notify G-Man and visit and comment other 55-writers.... THE DREAM ZZZZZzzzzzzzz One single moment that night met day While enjoying the sweet sound Of nature, a bird came to say "Hey! See who I have found!" And...many miles from my home Sleeping in the house of another I

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So the graphic here is titled "PEACE"I liked the picture a lot....And are not "love"  and "peace"Close relatives? PEACE IS THE SISTER OF LOVE A POEM OFLOVE The First Great Love simply HAD to be A mystical "Somethingness" Greater than us, you,or me . More a Perfect Love, Union,Almost analogous To willingnessTogetherSomething and Something ElseGifted and Gifting.Each! All that is created All

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What A GREAT RIDE on a Saturday morning, returning Monday, late afternoon. My scooterand I get along SO good--No jealousies, no"furiosities", no shouting, just--well?--LOVE! PEACE Last weekend I rode to a city 3 hours north from Naples to visit my daughter, 'K. What a grand two days and nights we enjoyed, lots of laughing, some serious stuff, and a bit of crying. It became an opportunity for

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DIET-AND-WEIGHT UPDATE: Wednesday June 2, 2010, steveroni began a fasting diet. I cheated. At the Thursday night "Cookie Meeting" (AA) I had 3 of Polly's homemade chocolate chip cookies...and I ate them  S L O W L Y...relishing each tiny morsel. But the bottom (Ha! So true!) line is, I began one week ago at 235 lb or 106 kg and this morning, seven days later the scales reads 227 lb or 103

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 Eureka! "Poems by Peter"Peter's posts (what I have read so far) are brief thoughts, exquisitely sent out to the world in words understandable. AND I do not need all afternoon to read one--then try to figure out "What does he mean by that?" IF you enjoyfine-writ poetryvisit him. OK?   THE SPIRIT IS MOVINGAND IS BLEST BY LOVE Poetry is blessing in motion Across oceans of airiness. Sea wind pushes

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A POETIC ATTEMPT.  If JINGLE installs me in her WEEKLY poet blog (21st or 22nd week? I do not know!) it could get to be a habit for me--because I DO enjoy writing out innermost thoughts in a lightly shrouded manner. Is that  F E A R  again? Or possibly PRUDENCE!--grin! Nevermore. Evermore...... Is it become so clear, that Single bar to loving is fear I must believe God above Will reveal to

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