Day: February 6, 2020

I find myself walking down a lonely road
I know I look withered and am looking
For a batch of eloquence to provide
A temporary fix to my downheartedness

I like the mystique so I asked Mr. Lizard
He told me to wait for just a minute as
He was pounding away on a grand piano
Life goes on; life goes on; what is a moment?

There were no raindrops, but it didn’t matter
We were under the great circular tent
People from all climates were there
Even some from Venus and Mars

There was no harshness present but
The feeling of joy was overwhelming
I thought about my life, wondering
How did I get this far and is this far enough

Mr. Lizard told me in private that
He knew very well of lonely roads
He assured me that if 
I just kept walking

I would find the village of hope and love
That I have been looking for
There won’t be dragons or toads
Hammerheads or uphill roads

You have seen the vengeance;
The tar and feathers, but the breaks
Have always gone your way
You are mystical, too, he told me

I will probably never see him again
But I will never stop loving him
He gave me the greatest gift and
You don’t tamper with self-knowledge

Flowers began popping up all around us
The land was arid and light in color, but
Changed to fertile soil that sustained life
Flower children were amazed; their prayers answered

Sunshine radiated everything about us
Music from the piano lifted everyone
No one could remember this much ecstasy
It was sway time; tango Cordoba

Go my heart, go to heaven
This will have been, time unremembered
 
Stanski
February 6, 2020 ^
 
 

It seems so obvious to me
So many appeals for money
So many examples of waste
People want to do right
Gives them a chance to express
Thanks and remembrances
Money spent on temporary
Symbols of honor and respect
 
A season comes to an end
Decorations which cost money
Relegated to the trash bin
I often wondered why we overdo
Couldn’t we be more symbolic?
Have one plant to honor the divine
One to remember all who are gone
One to remember those still here
 
Three plants representing all of our love
Then the rest of the gifted money
Could be used to help those in need
Projects that appear to be worthwhile
Money applied to reduce debt
Or given to help those with unexpected debt
So many worthwhile things to do
I think about that at the dumpster
 
I will not deny that there was beauty, but
Beauty comes in many shades and degrees
Not everyone will always want to agree
We have always done it this other way
It is true so what can one person say
I will stand and say:  Let’s go to the fringes
Take care of the hungry and thirsty
Provide clothing and shelter
 
Stay there until things are right
Then move on to the next location
It is hard; it is difficult; heavy, like the cross
We would have to give up so much
But, I would say, that is what we must do
It provides double joy to the givers and receivers
Glorious and silent. 
Don’t you agree? 
                            
Stanski  
February 6, 2020^   
 

I have an itch to get things done
But have run into the midwinter blues
No matter my good intentions, I nap

Today I fell asleep and dreamed
The President was giving his State of the Union Address
It took a long time because everything he said was
Greeted with a lengthy round of applause
From both sides of the aisle

Everyone kept yelling USA, USA, and so forth
He could do no wrong
Even the Speaker was applauding, acting genuinely happy

When he finished everyone stood
Their shouts now were:  Four More Years,
Four More Years and Four More Years
It was deafening and amazingly
Both sides of the aisle were joining in
Everybody was cheering and happy

I woke up from my nap
Reality set in as I tried remembering
I turned on the news and watched
The Senators acquit Him of both charges

Here is a man who decided to run
In order to get our country back on track
He is an outsider and that caused fear

The attack was on but he was unfazed
In three years he accomplished
An amazing list of deeds, more than
Anyone ever before him

He has America back on track
He had the itch to get things done
And offered no excuses for not beginning

To the contrary did much to improve condition
The swamp rebelled and tried to stop him
He had no time for naps

They came up with investigations and
Found that there was no there, there

Then the impeachment articles were 
Delivered to the Senate

The trial took place
There was no compelling evidence
They failed; he was exonerated 

We won; four more years
No more dreaming; just action
America wins
 
Stanski
February 5, 2020 ^