Day: November 7, 2019

 How many words
 must I write
 Until side by side
 they circle the earth
 And while doing so 
 influence everyone 
 who reads them 
 in a positive way, 
 so that world condition 
 is dramatically improved?
  
 I am dreaming again, 
 but dreams are good
  
 Stanski
 November 7, 2019 ^ 

 Walking together
 Our path was clear
 Even singularly
 We walked in parallel lines
 The crook of my arm
 She claimed as her own
 We progressed that way
 Until the day we didn’t
  
 Stanski
 November 7, 2019 ^ 

 In speaking of the President, 
 many leftists – you know, 
 the ones running 
 the Blue States, 
 the bankrupt cities 
 with homeless populations, 
 and everything that goes with them – 
 call the man uncouth and 
 also a liar and racist.
  
 That is all they have, 
 no ideas for sure, 
 just accusations with 
 faith that they are true.
 They have a hope 
 in truthful education.
  
 That would be ideal.
 Just remove liberal professors 
 from schools and universities.
 The constitution then 
 would not have to be worried about 
 as if it were in the first place 
  
 These liberals are apprehensive
 about the country’s soul 
 as they read their
 “Fifty Shades of Grey”
  
 Stanski
 November 6, 2019 ^
  
   

 I like the truth
 But lies and attacks
 are food for the frenzied, 
 who despise goodness, 
 accomplishments and leadership, 
 which has had unbelievable results
  
 Outrage and hate exist
 because of change and 
 actually getting things done
 in spite of opposition. 
 High numbers of employed, 
 low numbers of unemployed
 trigger the frenzied to dislike 
  
 There is no conversation.
 How can there be?
 Results speak for themselves.
 Failure has no father.
 Resistance and disruption, 
 distraction and accusations –
 hatred manifested.
  
 Do anything; say anything;
 Distract the focusing on truth.
 Where are the morals?
 Where is the compass?
 Who cares about the consequences 
 of lies and distortions?
 Is it just we the deplorable?
  
 Stanski
 November 6, 2019 ^
   

 In the woods I look up
 See the sky through branches
 Sense the strength of the trees and
 Tranquility as light flows through
 There appears to be order
 A feeling of reliability
  
 It is part of nature though
 Trees break during storms
 Burn when lighting strikes
 Upsetting what was good
 Can’t blame the woods though
 Or ourselves for loving them
  
 Stanski
 November 7, 2019 ^ 

 I stood by her
 through thick and thin
 Took care of her every need
 for over six years
 I had no complaint
 Did not violate my covenant with her
  
 Then at the time of my need
 when my health fell apart,
 my dreams slipping away
 not quite into oblivion
 I didn’t know where she was
 but it wasn’t here
  
 Stanski 
 November 7, 2019