Month: October 2019

 Play it up nice.  Make it a happy scene
 The man and women traveled to Bethlehem
 The women was ready to deliver a baby,
 Knowing, even then, that it would be a son
 The boy was destined to be the redeemer
 Stars were in the sky; one particularly bright
 Light enough to knock on a few doors
 Looking for a place to rest and prepare
 for the birth.  This would be her first and
 a new experience for both of them

 There was a calmness as the man 
 was turned down at several inns
 because there was no room available
 One kind soul offered the use of a heated stable
 There were animals present and
 the atmosphere was very welcoming

 Angels were about, singing glorious hymns
 while the woman suffered the agony of childbirth
 Shepherds arrived with their sheep
 This may seem to have been an intrusion,
 but they were encouraged by the singing and
 added to the ambiance of the manger scene

 The child was born, changing the world forever
 Nature provided beautiful music and 
 the animals contributed to the warmth

 Kings from the East arrived with gifts
 They anointed the child with praise and thanksgiving
 The baby king was tender and mild and
 no commotion in the stable was evident 

 Breakfast was not served in the morning
 The three kings left taking a different route home
 Shepherds took their flocks to graze 
 Angels watched over the family until
 They were counted in the census 
 And were able to return to Nazareth 

 The little town returned to its stillness 
  
 Stanski
 October 29, 2019 ^
   

 Our happy hour at Morris and Duncan
 Sinclair Gasoline Station was between
 5 and 6 in the late afternoon

 The place was busy and we were left alone
 To play the pin-ball machine

 We would raise the front end up and
 Lower it down to the top of our shoe soles
 It took away the element of gravity and
 We racked up high scores and free games

 We were always nervous; 
 afraid of getting caught
 They would tilt the machine if 
 we were caught cheating

 When we had enough games won
 We would play legitimately until 
 Down to our last couple of games

 Then the elevation would take place
 And we were home free until finally 
 they got tired of us hanging out and
 said we were free to go home, even
 though it meant leaving 
 a few free games on the machine
  
 Stanski
 October 28, 2019 ^ 

.
 The Reverend Al Sharpton or 
 The weatherman, Al Roper
 The question is:  Who would you 
 like to have lunch with?
  
 I want some answers
 and the explanation of why
 Whose endorsement would you seek?
 Who would you trust with sensitive information?
  
 Which of these two men would be your mayor,
 your confident, your advisor, and beer buddy?
 Who would you want as your spiritual guru?
 Pick from two men; different, though similar
  
 What would the choice be?
 Many things must be considered
 The results would probably be very close
 That’s just the nature of man
  
 Stanski
 October 28, 2019^ 

.
 The heart and mind 
 have to syncopate 
 A decision has to 
 come from them both

 The heart feels sorry 
 for someone, but
 If a law is broken 
 there must be justice

 Some with a big heart 
 will argue profusely
 Those believing in truth 
 will disagree
 Relationships are fractured; 
 friendships end

 In the end, the outcome?  
 Nobody wins
  
 Stanski
 October 27, 2019 ^ 

.
 Charlie was bound to be a hero
 Donated money for pagan babies

 More alone than two classes together
 Thought nothing of it; just his style

 His dream was to be a pilot
 Always wore the leather jacket 
 And fleece lined cap

 Flew reconnaissance between wars
 The KOREAN AND VIETNAM
 His plane was shot down

 There was a mention of it 
 in the press
 Mostly, it went by unnoticed

 His mom knew and 
 had a broken heart
 She loved him; 
 had supported his decision

 I planned to write her a note, but
 As often occurs in life, I never did

 It is too late now; she is gone too
 I feel sad knowing I let Charlie down

 He deserved better of me and
 was my hero
  
 Stanski
 October 27, 2019 ^ 

.
 Looking out the window
 I see the sunshine 
 reflecting off the 
 long grass on the dunes

 Lake water was 
 like liquid silver
 Beauty, I thought as 
 I looked back to the dune

 My heart jumped and  
 reality returned
 Somewhere, high in 
 the dune were
 The ashes of 
 my bride and youngest son

 What is this thing called life
 A merry-go-round of emotions
 The angels were lonely and stopped by
 They left me lonely and in wonder
  
 Stanski
 October 27, 2019 ^ 

.
 I woke in the middle of the night
 The sky was filled with the light
 Of an awesome full moon

 It was as though the day was
 Slowly closing from east to west
 I heard the distant whistle 
 of a freight train
 
 I brushed the sandman away
 Picked up my pad and pen
 Sat for a while, gazing out the window

 I listened for any night sounds
 And wondered where my
 Written words would take me
  
 Stanski
 October 27, 2019 ^
   

.
 You don’t want to, but you know
 Your life zone is about to change
 You let your options flutter by

 Maybe you couldn’t help yourself
 Demons would not ease their grip

 You made a lot of people happy
 Also made them sad

 They sensed the trouble you were in
 When you laid down for the last time
  
 Stanski
 October 25, 2019 ^ 

.
 I see the look
    A quiet request for affirmation
 I wonder:  Do you want the truth?
    The look of hope is in his eyes
 Do you want me to tell you what I think?
    I see gloss beginning to form
 Or maybe what I really feel?
    Panic and paleness begin to show
 I speak up giving him his praise
    Knowing what to do is good
  
 Stanski
 October 25, 2019 

.
 Water is high; 
 wind blowing strong
 Beach reclaimed by lake 
 and dunes compromised
 Stairs disappear; 
 beach deck and bench 
 lost forever
 This is nature and 
 no permits needed

 TornadoEs whip through Dallas
 Damage in the billions
 Fires in California; 
 power outages
 News for today; 
 forgotten tomorrow
 We move on like 
 the pioneers
  
 Stanski
 October 25, 2019 ^