Day: January 22, 2020

It is chilly
The wind is blowing
Gusting
Snow is swirling
Drifting
It is climate
Not freezing
Not warming
Just changing
So natural
I am sitting
Looking
Eating Blueberries
From Chile
I may have Chili
For dinner
With oyster crackers
Or soup crackers
Whichever label fits
I do not like controversy
Or liberal heresy
Distortion of the truth
I have friends
Treat them with respect
Read what they write
It is from the left
I am from the right
I talk to them
Ask them questions
They answer
Many times they like
The same things I like
Small government
Low taxes
Less regulation
A mighty defense
Care for veterans
Jobs and good wages
We’re together
Have some berries
Have some chili
 
Stanski
January 22, 2020 ^
 

Stanley Kunitz could be my friend
He was a poet and a gardener
I have never met him in person, 
but he has the characteristics 
of someone I would really like
He is deceased  
We are less without him 
Twice he was Poet Laureate 
of the United States  
He has written many 
books of poetry
but I “met” him when 
reading a book about him  
He is a man who has such a profound 
relationship with his work that
it took only a few snippets of reading
to teach me new and valuable lessons
 
He is working in his lovely garden 
He pulls a weed, clips back 
some overgrowth, removes a few older, 
starting to dry leaves
He cultivates an area; 
does a little fertilizing
and waters where needed
Looking at the sun, 
he wipes his brow,
then goes back to the garden
Everything is as he knows 
it should be for him,
not perfect and not symmetrical 
for then it wouldn’t be his garden  
It would be landscape
 
As much as he loves his garden, 
he loves words
They, too, need to flow.  
They are not to be impeded
by someone’s empirical rules.  
They are natural, colorful,
truthful, simple and 
direct to the point he is making 
He won’t change them to some 
that will fill in just right
He will not alter them 
to make what he is saying
a little more dressy.  
It wouldn’t be him 
or his richness
 
And so too, as we live, 
we can conclude that 
our truth should flow 
naturally and easily 
in all situations of life 
and our purpose, 
whether understood or not,
should not be tampered with, 
adjusted or altered
just to make a good appearance 
A garden attended with love, just is 
The poetry, to speak, 
must be in the true voice 
Our lives cannot be contrived 
if they are to be fulfilling,
rich and beautiful  
Thank you, Stanley 
 
I wish I could have met you 
and been your friend
 
Stanski
January 22, 2020 ^
 

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What once was reality had faded
The ACLU intruded
People had rights not to recognize God
The deplorable had the right to
God being in the market place
All religions had the right
to express their faith through symbols, but
God was removed from the schools
God was removed from the public grounds
Respect for these rights was lost
 
Now we have hope
A man who believes in life
A man who has accomplished
Knows what capitalism is all about
Who asked for a chance and asked
What do you have to lose?
He was elected by the people
There was hope for change under God
 
He, an outsider, who saw through
the workings of the swamp,
had been on the sidelines for
three decades wondering
what was going on in America and why
He decided to dedicate himself to
Make America Great Again
He campaigned and was elected
 
The opposition decided to impeach him
This was before he was sworn in
He has been assaulted for over three years
Still he moved and accomplished more
than one can possibly believe, especially
considering the vipers in the Swamp
Officials on both side of the aisle were
scared to death that they would be exposed
 
He will be elected to a second term and
finish the work he has promised to do
the Swamp will be exposed; those we
thought were trying will be gnashing their teeth
The dream will be restored  
The erudite will tremble
 
Stanski
January 21, 2020 ^