REPEATING FOR THE FIRST TIME

Don’t tell me about the flutter of a butterfly wing
When I’m having trouble breathing

Gourmet meals are not for me
I am not into blood lines

Dog droppings don’t need flies
but attract them in abundant measure

Too many dogs on a warm summer day
can be the cause of impaired visibility

Idiosyncrasies are not excuses
when the work has not begun

Wishes for ponies meaningless
before the stalls are built

Don’t begin the dance
before the band starts to play

Remember the Titanic
when you dream of cruises

Could you please finish the ark
before you pray for rain?

Clothes frozen on a winter line
should be pressed before wearing

Never stand alone
unless you expect a blue moon

Geeks are never lonely
unless boredom is a symptom

Disregarded treasures
become another man’s junk

Stanski
December 17, 2019 ^

HEARTSIDE MINISTRIES

It is a happy place
A safe place
Where everyone knows
The language of a smile

Lifelines fragile
But there is hope
Found for today
Relief from being distraught

Settle in with scatter
Tools of trade at hand
Gather and remember
Avoiding useless chatter

That’s not to say we won’t
Talk when it matters
or even doesn’t
While we’re here

Inner spirit which
We feel is whole
In our fractured bodies
Unfolds on canvas

A venture into
The unpredictable
An arena of creativity
Coming from the soul

No one can say
Birds of a feather
But we peck away
With no pecking order

We are of common clay
With glitter added
And just enough stardust
To make us feel that we matter

Stanski
December 17, 2019 ^

FLYING FEATHERS

One must not lie
Once the feathers are out of the pillow
They are never to completely be gathered
And then non-truth exists forever

How can this be sanctified is asked
Only justified by loop of excuse
There is no road to justice
The liar is left to pay

Birds follow their route
Migration is a certain thing
They must reach destination
Great distance exactitudes matter

Liars set out for honor
Usually arrive in self-defeat
Still survival instincts, prevents
Them from tripping on their shaky feet

They work hard, trying to convince
Bring on consultants for help
Credibility begins to erode
Liars set up their charts

In the end it explodes
There is no quid pro quo
The truth raises its lovely head
Liars walk about bent downward

Stanski
December 17, 2019 ^

BLACK STRIPED LIARS

The lie
Whenever convenient
Should it rain
Or even under sun

Some politicians
Are like this
Seek impeachment
Hidden beneath a broken process

They will break
Under the weight of untruth
Will fall to the ground surprisingly
Never to smile again

Jail should be their destiny
Orange jump suits, or
Preferred black stripes
Come thief, make your choice

Stanski
December 17, 2019 ^