Month: January 2020

You know how to make an entrance
Listen, you left me
A lot of nice stuff here
It looks like what I like
Where is my other stuff?
All packed and waiting
I’ll be by
Anytime, the sooner, the better
 
Hey, what you doing
Research
Hope there’s no Jack Parr stuff
Look, a one man stand up
With a dead puppet
The guy is funny

Another stand up
Good idiosyncrasies
Pauses are proper

A promoter comes to talk to 
the aspiring comedian
Questions her integrity
She kisses him off
Gives the papal blessing

Still another
Really funny
Imagination takes over
Let’s go get a hot dog

Stanski  
January 20, 2020 ^

This Bing Crosby Album
Looks like Mother Goose
See that collection
It’s a private one
Don’t touch it
How much is this one
Not for sale; my only copy
How much
A buck fifty
There you go and I’ll be back
Red Fox doing comedy
There'll be some good lines 
How can you not laugh?
I can be that funny
I need an agent
How about Susan
 
What is this?
A save the park rally
How many women are here?
What is it a 2 for 1 panty hose sale?
Come up and share your story
I don’t know what is going on
That’s good enough
We have a park to save
Look at the bulldozers
We might have a chance
That’s the spirit

Stanski
January 20, 2020

Lucky days are here
But we just lost a fumble
Don’t tell the world
There will be no more laughs
 
Let’s sing a song of cheer
We are just getting started
 
What should I do with the dishes?
Let’s get rid of some of this stuff
 
The door is blocked
Clear the mess, please
It’s all clear, Abe
Come on out
No, I just wanted the option
 
How are you feeling?
I think I want a Hershey bar
They are bad for you
I’ll take a Clark
 
Want to see my card?
I just typed it up
Give it back
Look at you finger prints
Get the hell out of here
You are one rude b===h
Go
What’s your name again?
Susan!  Now go
 
Stanski
January 20, 2020 ^
 

One wonders
Who writes commercials?
How much do they earn?
 
Are they ridiculous or what?
What is the point?
 
Dumbing down of consumers
Affirmation to bad behavior
 
One good point for us
No canned laughter
 
Impossible driving displayed as
Commonplace and ordinary
 
Another good point
No sports commentators boring us
with “who cares” facts
 
Some ads wander until the last second
Until they get to the point and then we forget
 
The timing and placement of ads is also questionable
A news programs showing the plight of the homeless
 
Then an ad showing the Christmas gift of
A $60,000 automobile stressing the difficulty of wrapping it
 
Final question. 
Does Joe Namath need a free ride to his health provider?
 
Stanski
January 20, 2020 ^
 

Sunday morning
I am mourning
Look at the snow
And it is so cold
I am still tired
Hurry, there isn’t much time
I’m always ready
Are you going to shower?
I did on Wednesday
That’s close enough
I’ll wash my face
Get behind the ears
Did the car start?
Yes and it’s warmed up
Well let’s go
Hear the Church Bells
I love that music
Everyone does
D=mn straight
Be careful
 
Stanski
January 19, 2020 ^

There are funny lines
Is it going to cost?
No, I work pro bono
What do you care?
Is that smoke coming out of your ears?
There is a truck coming at me
I hope you are dressed right

No, I won’t be quiet
He wasn’t a horse f====r, but
Close enough; he was a flasher
Well, son of a b===h
I rescued seven in trouble
Your language is obscene

Sit down young man
You are out of order
I need some money
Come over for soup
It was a terrible night
You’re tempting me with a deal

You never come over
Tell me another story
Let’s get back to it later

I never read Doctor Spock
You are supposed to be nursing
It comes with the breasts
I need an agent badly
Did I miss your call?
What are you doing here?
You really want to know?

There is the mountain
We’re climbing it
Call a cab for me
I am not you, I’m me
I came here broke and I’m still broke

Don’t screw around with me
I’m sleeping on a couch
Hope it’s comfortable
I want you back
No, is my answer
Too bad you left
I cannot be a savior
Where are the deer?
More snow is coming
Bring me a Scotch
 
Stanski
January 19, 2020 ^
 

I am at peace
The snow storm came and Mother Nature
dropped eight inches of precipitation

My driveway looked long, but
was the same length as yesterday
Nothing to do except begin

My machine started and then stopped
Neglect showed its face
I had the fuel, but failed to fill the tank

After resolving this problem, I began the
back and forth clearing the parking area
It was much slower than reading these lines

The point came where I could
begin the long curving driveway
Snow had drifted to a foot

I took it slow and got to the road
The county trucks had not been here
I cleared some of the area for them

Slow and steady, while remaining patient
I continued and began dreaming,
Thinking about men and their machines
I was lucky to have a powerful engine
And a reliable tool

I thought about a picture my late bride
and I saw in North Dakota in a local newspaper
A teacher/farmer had died
It showed him being thrown around 
in his threshing machine

He taught at my granddaughter’s school
We covered the picture 
to keep her from seeing it

He was checking something and 
his clothing got caught
It was a gruesome death 
and sorrow flooded me again as
it had when we first saw the article

My daughter and I finished our 
battle against the snow in 
a matter of one hour and forty-five minutes
We parked our tools and went inside

We were happy that things had gone well
The workout was arduous, but satisfying
I continued to think about life and 
how fortunate we are for having so much

We must continue to realize this and 
maintain respect for those who came before us, 
constantly improving things
 
Stanski
January 18, 2020 ^
 
 

THE WIZARD
 
Think about the wizard
Just another hoax
So gullible are we
No one has to coax
 
Experts are surprised
Why should they be
More propaganda
To upset you and me
 
Career vipers
In control of the news
Accuracy be damned
They have nothing to lose
 
What they’re about
Just protect their job
And stay on the right side
Of the unruly mob
 
If you play by the rules
You’ll probably never win
Just look the other way and wink
They’ll know you by the grin
 
Play your horns for the wizard
But don’t pull back the drape
There’s no truthful hero
Wearing the magic cape
 
Stanski
January 17, 2020 ^

Plantation moss

Called Spanish

Alive on live oak trees

Apparent symbiotic relationship

Held in esteem as

Symbolic of deep, Old South

The moss is not Spanish

It is not even moss

The oak trees take:

   One hundred years to grow

   Another hundred to live

   Plus one hundred to die

We, as a country:

   Grew for one hundred years

   Have lived for another hundred

   Are we using the next hundred to die?

Like much in life

Things of perceived value have a worthless epithet

When reality asks to be recognized

We play with falsehoods

Until they become the “truth”

Symbols can be good:  truth is good

   Will we keep calling “our moss” Spanish?

Can we wake up to truth

Or be blinded forever more

And left to perish in our own ruins?

Stanski

January 17, 2020 ^

Now they’re gone
What does it matter?
They had their say
You heard their chatter

Their influence like vapor
Evaporation of the power
Coolly leaving behind
Just a few with sorrow

Who were the affected?
How deep the furrow?
Myth becomes truth
Legend imitates a tower

Soon the meaning is gone
If it ever was there
The memory is lost
Who would really care?

The block of life that counts
Is not the cornerstone
But the love in every brick
And how it was shown

Affected every soul it touched
In a quiet sort of way
Not worrying about tomorrow
Living for today

How it manifested thanks
For the precious gift of being
Gave back a hundred-fold
Before the final leaving

Stanski
January 18, 2020