Day: December 30, 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 ^