Day: February 8, 2020

Some disagree
Even agree to disagree, but
Do so respectfully

Then throw a hardball
When you are looking the other way
Hope they cause some pain
Rain on your parade

But what happens next
What is in the text?
Are they happier?
With a leg up on you

Or regretful because
They broke their pledge

I have to conclude
It was all talk in the first place
They cannot stand to be wrong

Have failed to apply critical thinking
To what they are doing or saying
Scavengers of information from
Unreliable sources

Words can be hypnotic
Draw one into the web
Not knowing or wanting to know
That only truth can vindicate

What can they do now?
Beat you up or walk away?
Neither is a good choice

They have offended
Broken an alliance
Not been true

I am okay
Need no rebuttal
Have no desire to rebuke

I can live happily with my position
Will not yield control of my emotion
I pray; may karma have its way
 
Stanski
February 8, 2020 ^

Memories so sacred began
As moments once lived
It would be wonderful
To crown all the players
With a wonderful array of jewels
But they are gone; many of them
And all I can do is dream;
Remember the magic wonders
Listen for angel wings
One will laugh until he cries
And cry as long as the tears last
The world of mystery and beauty
Times that must stay in the past
 
So many events and gatherings
My mind would like to linger
But there is today to live
A gentle little reminder
What is past is gone
Except in my own mind’s eye
I struggle, but start; today begins
Cannot sit around and dream again
Must get moving; get things done
Begin a new page; a new din
When it is over I may look back
Wish things were different like
The morning’s light; not the night’s black
 
Stanski
February 8, 2020 ^

 
We’re halfway through winter
Looking for the promise of spring
Never going to get it though
Except for a possible brief fling
 
                So you calm yourself
                Plan your days
                Keep yourself busy
                There’s no other way
 
I enjoy listening to
The sounds of the wind
Sometimes overbearing
But, mostly a friend
 
                The sun, too, has its way
                Into our inner glow
                From light on the barren ground
                To reflections off the snow
 
The full moon is ours to enjoy 
Especially this time of year
Enhancing the presence of stars
Celestial calming of any fear
 
                Halfway through the winter
                We should cherish that which is dear
                When spring finally makes its way
                We’ll be ready to welcome her
 
What would we give for soft rains?
How we would dance for warm winds
We’ll take our chances at the table
This is a foolish dream; we can’t win
 
 
 
Stanski
February 8, 2020 ^