Day: December 13, 2019

ADDING IT UP
America is no longer a land of the free
But a land enslaved by ignorance
The Boomers were pampered
Parents did not want them to suffer
No hard financial times for them
No world wars for them
They took freedom for granted
Protested the Vietnam War
Withdrew from society
Narcissistically turned inward
With hallucinates and dropped
Out of society until free-love
Communes and drugs depleted
Their money and they had to work
In the eighties they infiltrated
The news networks and education
We have been paying ever since

Entitlements have replaced
Personal responsibility
Diversity has replaced community
Partisanship has replaced objectivity
Political correctness over civility
Social justice has replaced charity
We arbitrate morality replacing the
Equitable judgment of moral certitude
We incapable human beings have
Replaced the Divine Creator
Human life is only valued by
The importance we give it
The strong oppress the weak
We take human life at will

These are dangerous presumptions
We are still a great nation
But we are living off the efforts of
Those who came before us
The moral, spiritual, and intellectual capital
Is not being replenished by anything real
It is a false capital that we have found
And unfortunately it will not sustain it

Stanski
December 13, 2019 ^

A century past
This magazine was founded
It is called “POETRY”
We look back and stumble
Looking at what we think may be
The best critiques or
The most interesting characterizations

Which have the intellectual quality that
Amazed and continue to amaze
How many poems have to be narrowed
To the sensational few which we feel
Will endure the test of time?

Which conversations echoed best
The sentiment of the time and do
They still have relevance when
Compared to something
Written as recently as today
What was the era like?
When the then current material was presented

The fitting will be chosen
That is a safe bet
The picking of more than a few will be appropriate
Just because they were written by someone unknown
Who we now universally recognize
That goes without saying the blustery will say

There is but one reality and the truth of it is
Everything is very subjective
Selected pieces will state clearly
What most know but can’t express well
Eloquence has to be recognized
There is safety in numbers and
Many will agree that the selections are perfect
My door is always open

By Steve Haarman
September 7, 2012
Updated by Stanski on December 13, 2019 ^
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Wintry days? This is winter
It is heaven; my blue heaven
Cold and covered with snow
Evergreens are white and green
The lichen are light green and white
This morning it was foggy
I thought of Old London Town,
Charles Dickens and the Christmas Story

Scrooge has not gone away
Either and more importantly have the angels
Good people are reacting to many needs
Many children will be happy
It is hard to think that there is hunger
In a society that seemingly has everything
Bud depression, drugs, alcohol and abuse
Have a way of striping dignity from human kind

Demons are at work in opposition to the angels
Close your eyes and think of some crazy rhythm
The melody and beat put an ease to your tenseness
No one is alone as we are all the sheep
Some have strayed and are lost
At nightfall they are the prey
Evil forces work when the midnight sun doesn’t set
Only you becomes only us as we huddle together

Little ladies knit mittens, scarves and stocking hats
Fruit cakes and cookies, jams and jellies abound
Churches are decorated complimenting the neighborhoods
Shop keepers are happy
Money is spent making up for the slow months
The snow from shoes mess up their foyers, but
A nearby mop is put to good use
How can you lose?

This is old fashion love of the holiday
The Birth of Jesus; celebrated in many ways
This is December; winter is here
The hardy hail; the weak stay indoors
Beauty is observed from every angle
Internal beauty is witnessed by many
It will be a happy season

Stanski
December 13, 2019 ^