Month: January 2020

I have read
more than one poem
By a poet
who has been published
I wondered
what was so enticing
What was so profound
in his work

Not getting it
is universal
Listening to some
incoherent ramblings
by those who
have been proclaimed great
Leaves one
wondering

I am going to
keep writing
But should
that road
lead to
obliterating reality
or hiding in the
rendition of muck

Then someone
whomever you might be
Please come and
take my stuff
Burn it
and then
take me
over your knee

Stanski
January 6, 2020

The clingers; I feel for them
All they have is the false narrative
How depressing; they should be seeking
The truth; but blinded, they cannot see

Good people in many ways
Many accomplished in their art
But swayed unfortunately by prejudice
Cannot tolerate being wrong

Authenticity is not recognized
Nothing but love for the country
Will not send 150 billion in cash
To keep the enemy from being rash

Death to America is not CNN
But agendas seem to parallel
Lies do not improve the ratings
Or stop the teeth from abrading

Liberal cities in America
Troubled by the homeless, drugs and feces
Needles, urine and disease; stores closing
The left’s toleration is imposing

Open borders allow sex trafficking
Rapes increasing; illegal drugs are flowing;
Causing death and so much sorrow
What if not checked will it be tomorrow

The cult is happy; they throw their jeers
Blinded by simpletons; oblivious to tears
The President is at fault; put the blame on him
Do not accuse the left; that would be a sin

Stanski
January 6, 2020 ^

The only town I knew when I was young
Was the one I still love, now that I am old
There were no streets paved with gold
Or a history with stories left untold

We were a neighborhood
Part of a bigger city
A collection of characters true
Docile or stern, grim or witty
Curfews and standards
Things we just wouldn’t do

Credit at the bakery
Joe, who repaired the shoes
Paint store and flower shop
They were all places you knew

Even then I wondered what
I would do to put a claim on fame

Cecil the butcher would help you
Decide on the very best cuts
Hammer and Cortenof, the hardware
Carried the very best stuff

Harry Shook at City Service Station
Was part of the big family
You didn’t want to get out of line
He would take you over his knee

Kick the can and marbles
Basketball until all hours of the night
Kids of different backgrounds and color
Seldom was there ever a fight

Drugstores on every corner
Sometimes it was hard to choose
You could not pick a bad one
Really nothing there to lose

Lawn jobs, raking and mowing
Shoveling snow all winter long
Character developed unwittingly
Harmony and love, like a song

Gone now are the dear old neighbors
Mr. Warwick won’t be seen again
Dr. Slemons, old man Clark and Mr. Johnston
Nobody left it seems

It was a great, fine brotherhood
Room for every quirk and scheme
No one blowing taps for the other guy
Too much on your own plate it seemed

When you left you really didn’t leave
You moved, but you still held the dream
Home means different things for sure
Logan Street will always be home to me

Stanski
January 6, 2020 ^

AN ANSWER TO A LETTER CONCERNING ABUSE

You know
Even when you don’t
At least not first hand
The knowing goes on

Nothing you can do
Can’t improve the condition of one
Who has nothing more to lose

Childhood lost
Should be enough
But then
The living with shame
As though it were hers

Tender soul and heart
Bearing wretched wounds of abuse
Hope only comes in process

Higher power, please dwell in me
Make everything right and comfortable
Although I know it never will be

The one I counsel listens
As I tell her
Other tales of woe
She answers

I will keep moving forward
No one can show the way
It’s finally up to me

Though they try to understand
I have to make it happen
Do it the best that I can

I release the “what might have been”
Knowing I only have today
Have to get through this one
With the Help for which I pray

I put my soul in His hands
He will show the way
Sometime it will get better
But it never goes away

Victim-hood,
Because of animal lust
Ruined life,
A terrible price to pay

You can destroy a body
Tarnish an intellect
Put sadness on the countenance
But a soul you’ll never dent

So put down your hammer and chisel
You will never cause her more pain
She’s put her life in better Hands
Hands with eternal reign

Stanski
January 5, 2020

No one is perfect
Look down the long list
Not one faultless being
Flaws wherever you look
Still the cult attacks
Number forty-five
Thinks he is the
Worst man alive

In some ways he is flawed,
But then aren’t we all?
The erudite, those above it all,
With their sycophants in line
Point their fingers
Hoping they are right
Knowing so many times
They are far from the truth

These, the ones with the degrees
So smug in their ascertaining
Are examples of how the few
Can influence so many and
Cause them to believe in what
They know is not true
These all-knowing are in the dark
They are the angels, fallen

There is no intellectual obligation
To follow these peddlers of myth
They cannot be taken seriously
When their bias is so profoundly evident
They are guilty in the highest sense of
the same high crimes and misdemeanors
The hallowed positions they hold
Are being desecrated by their lies

There is no real explaining of hatred
Justification of its outcome is folly
To soften partisan decisions we
Cannot bring on more absurdities
Our president has been blamed for things
His adversaries have long been doing
He has received little credit for all that has
Been accomplished while enduring three years of duress

Stanski
January 5, 2020 ^

I think of those who have a major dislike of our president.
They refer to him in many ways, mostly derogatory.
They cannot stand him or his outspokenness.
They claim that he is crude.

They cannot to this day believe that he was elected by
the will of the deplorable, the bible thumpers and gun clingers.
They are compared to the followers of Hitler

He, in the opinion of the cult, has accomplished nothing.
The opposite is true, although opposition by the really fake news,
members of both parties and the never Trumpers
would have you believe otherwise.

The disrespect and dishonesty shown toward
this imperfect human is mortifying.
His words are minced and taken out of context.
There is never an apology when
the truth waves its unwanted head.
He is wrong, wrong, wrong and unaccepted.

He has been cleared of charges by the Senate,
the Mueller Report and still
impeached on unsubstantiated charges
which have not been brought to the Senate.

Still the erudite blow out their proclamations.
They join Hollywood in honoring their heroes:
The Clintons, Gores, Obamas, and the Biden Clan
along with other unsavory characters in the media
and other despicable enterprises

Maybe after four more years,
this blind cult will change their minds

Possibly Baltimore, Chicago, San Francisco,
Seattle and Los Angeles
will become safe, clean cities

Maybe we will be treating our soldiers as well as
the illegal immigrants. Won’t that be nice?

Stanski
January 4, 2020 ^

One wonders what is going on in the world
Evil men are taken out; killed
What is next, we wonder?

Are we going to neglect China?
Spend our treasure and money in the Middle-East
Should we draw back and observe with intensity

Many will go one way or another
A lot of money is at stake
Good money and evil money

Our own swamp is full of greed
Both sides of the aisle are corrupt
Not totally, but enough to make it unsettling

Still we wave our flags
One Party over the other
Both are guilty and both blame the other side

We outsiders get drawn into the debate
Shouldn’t we wake up and realize that
It is the Statists versus all of us in the hinterland

When will we wake up?

Keep our eyes open to devious action taken by local leaders
County leaders and State leaders
Many are making unilateral decisions not in our interests

They are also profiting as they make concessions
Which benefit the soliciting groups
So easy to fall prey to forces bigger than yourself

Easier, still, to make mistakes which become material for blackmail
It happens and is happening everywhere
We, the deplorable, must stay vigilant

We must get involved in our communities and
help make good decisions
Don’t worry about the large D or R

Think more about the C or the L;
conservative or liberal
We know that Socialism does not work; it never has and never will

We cannot sit on the sidelines and hope
Freedom requires action and alertness
Let no one make a mistake about this

Stanski
January 4, 2020 ^

Shadows on the wall
Reflections of images
Dancing silhouette
Fading when light changes

Imagination primed
Subtle revelations
Notification of possibilities
Being held in limbo

Waiting for action and purpose
Prevailing over idleness
Wondering
Will it come to pass?

Repeating:

Will it or do we wait
Will other circumstances prod us on
Waiting is dangerous
Exposes the risk of losing it all

Shadows may distort
Hinting at truth may ring hallow
Knowledge put on shelf
Wanting a better time

Wrong road to take
Action now warranted
Heed all warnings
Act

Stanski
January 3, 2020

The New Year has begun
Are we slowing down for just a moment
to assess what we are doing or
where we intend to go?

Are we in a continual march,
feeling important
because we like the drum beat?
Are our eyes open and do we have
an idea of what our objectives are.

Many believe they know the answer
and it is so sad
To see them sliding along on
the seat of their pants,
much like sheep, not knowing
what they are doing,
or why, or where they are headed
and for what reasons.

They are marching to someone
else’s drumming and
satisfied because it appears
that they are safe in doing so and
will not run into any inconveniences.

In this sense they are pathetic
as they blindly follow paths
dictated to them by those
who have an agenda
that will lead them to be
the instruments of their own
downfall and their detriment.

They continue to move confidently
because they hear words
from quasi-leaders
distorting facts and this gives them
the feeling of being on the right path.

The truth will eventually sing out
under bright lights and
there will be no chance
of being misunderstood.

Then the false shepherds
will run and hide and claim innocence.

The day will come when they are exposed
for what they are, exploiters,
taking for themselves under false pretense
that which belongs to so many others.

So my friends, slow down and assess.
Make the right choices.
Do not let prejudice lead you wrongly.
The past will be forgotten and it is
the new which will bring you peace.

Stanski
January 3, 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 has been shown

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

Manifesting human change
Always to the better
Oh this precious gift of being
Has given back a hundred fold

Stanski
January 3, 2020 ^