Month: December 2019

Learning how to write without a pen;
That is what we had to do.
You think, you squirm, very uncomfortably.

It’s a funny concept, a serious assignment.
The clock keeps ticking and the sphere keeps spinning.
Your mind will open up too.

Then words, then images are sculpt from a small layer
of your brain tissue. So you have begun and
you began or should, start at the beginning.

You look at the landscape you are working with
and must now stay compatible with.
Gather your tools and begin.

The first stages of this, which once seemed a silly, useless project,
but is now being embraced, requires you to think of your finish and if
you see compatible bliss, you continue on this road.

You formulate the steps in between and continue;
Hitting hard-rock is a possibility and
you have to change your path.

You know the ending, so you keep taking the steps,
opening up to surprise, accepting change,
moving forward with side way steps,

seeing the beauty and then the light falling upon it,
lifting you, exciting you, calming you and
adding to your enlightenment.

It can be done; put down the pen for just this day.
Gather the clouds, chase the wind, live with purpose.
Recognize and celebrate a job well done

Stanski
December 31, 2019 ^

The day is beautiful
Snow, sun, water, breeze and
light radiate majestically
the spirit of life,
stirring us to motion and
awareness of something
bigger than ourselves

The soul stirs and the mind is boggled
How great is the creator
The smallest bird is in his care
The largest ship, without him,
would be where?

We live in trust and are
empty handed without him
We are in awe of his glory and power
When we can give nothing
He sends us his son

When we walk away he opens
his arms and welcome us back
He lifts us when we choose to fall
He asks just for our love

We give nothing until he overwhelm us,
cloak us with his light and kindness
Then we cannot ignore him or his might
because he has so filled us

He reaches out and we wonder why
We are fascinated and still we cry with disbelief
How is it that he has chosen us?

We have no answers as we amble along
contemplating his grace and peace

The day is beautiful and as we
walk together we radiate majestically,
thanks to him,
the spirit of life

Stanski
December 31, 2019 ^

I pray for this poem
I pray for a song
I pray for a horn I can blow

I hear the drums
They tell the tale
The tale of missed opportunity

The drummer knows
He knows the music
He knows what’s human

He knows the frailty
He has shown up late
He has missed a beat

More than once he has lost his seat
But the jam goes on and so does he
He knows what’s human

No apology needed
That kind of stuff doesn’t keep you from heaven
He’s got his load

He’s carrying it, too
Next time he’ll try harder
He won’t miss what’s important

He’s sure of that now
He knows what a broken heart is all about
He’s learned a lot

He doesn’t want that black hole ache inside
He likes the rise. It makes him feel good
Like having a good bass supporting his beat and tempo

The poem goes on
Life goes on
Wounds heal

The drummer beats
The music flows
The savage is soothed

Stanski
December 30, 2019 ^

I came back
to where I was
not really knowing
where I’d been
turning, just a little,
was hypnotic
gave me barely
a lovely buzz
saw some trees
branches slightly moving
dropping their dust
into the sun’s rays
a little more
but not too fast
or I would miss
the rewarding glimpse
of the Bald Eagle
airing, east to west
slow movement still
to see the pine
with sunlight braking
on their spines
then fracture outward
and then gone
by clouds
which continued
to turn me around
the road, empty road,
I let it pass
kept circling slowly
in snowy grass
glancing over
storm fallen wood
tearing up
with mourning,
I knew I would
remembrances have
that affect on me
sorrow as common
as all these trees
clouds would move me
to blue sky
so bright with light
my tears would dry
chipmunks talk, race,
chase and scamper
do they think or
by instinct know
someone nearly stepped
on their treasure
slowly moving
no way to measure
tiny waves
with ice chips
begin to clatter
now the wind with
whispering jazz
moves me back
to where I was

Stanski
December 30, 2019 ^

I told you so! The words are not spoken, but heard anyway
Emotional retrofits, old people’s admonishments, after the fact
Their Monday morning hindsight was predictable

Muddy Waters had a clearer vision, when you cared
to listen to the words he actually said,
as he sang his jazz-soul–blues

Oh well! Second guessing is nothing new; not to this crowd
I’ve been hearing it all my life. It must be effective,
I thought as my head was nodding up and down

An act so mechanical that it almost made me seem like
a wind-up toy, waiting to have the stem pulled out and
then pushed back in, as the response looked for
came to them so automatically

it’s all so easy, just follow their lead.
Everything will be okay tomorrow
Oh, so sterile, when just a little love would do

I can only care for you, my love, he would sing in his Muddy way,
but yet so clear to me and my tears would water up and cleanse my soul
and I would and still know that this love can do more than all the looks of scorn

So easy too, to reach out and say I love you and keep doing
the good things, you do, while being careful
We are with you, just do, do, do and
know our love is there for you, you, and you

Stay close so we can touch, touch,
touch you with our love, love, love

You may be out of reach, but we will feel you
and we can only care for you forever more
and I shiver as the warmth and love envelopes me

Stanski as he reflects on a sad time
December 30, 2019 ^

The whole world is a stage!

I think of all the lies
The shifting of blame
The accusations of
what they did applied
to the one who is striving
and accomplishing more
than anyone in history
who has held his position
in spite of the roadblocks
and opposition presented
not only by the socialists
but those who should be
working with him, but are
indebted to forces who have
paid many dollars to secure
voting which will result in
much profit for them, the forces

The media which is carrying water
for those who are trying to bring
the master of accomplishment down
The investigations, by the senate,
By Mueller for two plus year, with
a team of lawyers prejudiced beyond
belief who conclude that there is
nothing there and then further
accusations, none of which hold merit
He is exonerated but impeached by
the House on phony charges which
are not brought to the Senate

My erudite friends have a different slant
They are members of the opposition and call
the one who accomplishes, a jerk and a foul man
He keeps working, making historic breakthroughs
Keeps his promises except where the opposition
stands up against him, but he does not
tiptoe through the tulips as a certain
Tiny Tim sang years ago but immolates
the Tim of Charles Dickens “Christmas Carole”
who understands, forgives and greets with
“God bless us, everyone”, even you in the
very fake media

Stanski
December 29, 2019 ^

Do you like the “Holmes Brothers”?
Well do you? Or ~~~

“DON’T YOU HAVE TIME TO LISTEN?”

You don’t have time to listen
Sometimes that breaks my heart

I tell you something very important
I ask, when is a good time to start?

You look at me blankly
Say nothing at all

I stand there waiting
But don’t hear your call, non call

You look out, keep looking out the window
I talk to the wall, narrow minded wall

You start your pacing, racing pacing
I walk down the hall, dark hall

You feel bad and begin to cry
Reach in your drawer and drink from your brandy

Put on the music and start to listen

“What’s so bad about peace, hope and understanding?

You cry, again

Stanski
December 29, 2019 ^

With “a tip of the hat” to the Holmes Brothers

I sit and wait and am
patient in waiting
Some idea will enter my mind
and before I know it
a beautiful poem
will behold itself

It is not always that way.
Sometimes I know what
I want to say before I sit down,
but today nothing

Then I think of the rain that came and
kept falling through the night

If it had been snow we would be
working on about a foot of
the heavy white stuff

The electric flickered a few time and
there were sirens so you know
that somebody is in trouble, but
do not know who or where
I feel safe, but am I safe if others aren’t?

A little philosophy is always good
to provoke our spiritual side
Then we wonder what we might do

Think good thoughts and stay positive
Encourage others whenever we can
This doesn’t put out fires but
can start a good fire within others

Nothing lasts forever
We are mortal; will not last
So it is wise to keep giving
As long as there are stars in the sky
keep doing good works
Don’t ever stop until it is over
Then we will say goodbye

Stanski
December 29, 2019 ^

You are a kind soul
Bringing happiness to others
Through singular acts of goodness

No intrusion – just acknowledgment
Your perception of difficult condition
and awareness of accomplishment
is truly noteworthy

Received gifts of words
Compiled and layered
A collage of thoughts
Is humbling

The recipient thinks
His suffering and joy
Are not worthy of such
elegance and thoughtfulness

You have moved on
This deed finished
The next started and more,
many more to go

Birthdays, anniversaries
And the like keep coming
These are a breeze for you

Your real talent shows up
When you serve the undiscovered

The down and out
Those who struggle constantly
and need uplifting

Others only notice
You act
You act on your awareness
Your vigilance

Stanski
December 29, 2019 ^

I feel awkward
Disorientated
Like in a dream
I see sugarplums
Dancing around trees
Then fairy dust
Drops from above
Birds begin singing
A few turtle doves
Angels with wings
Flutter about
This is amazing
Don’t want to wake up

Now the singing
In tune with the waves
Creatures are stirring
Beyond make believe
I want to write
But have no pen
Just remember
If only you can
I remember the dust
Rub some on my head
A mystical feeling
Somehow I trust
Now I am reeling

Children on tubes
Glide down dunes
Moonlight guides
Laughter prevails
Songs repeated
This is it
Reality suspended
A dog begins barking
Juncos scatter
Doves barely move
Secure in the branches
It is then I wake
To all the clatter

Stanski
December 28, 2019 ^