Day: February 12, 2020

Can you make up words?
Just so they fit into what
You are trying to say?
I know politicians do
What difference does it make?
It’s just like promises
They sound good, but no one remembers
Better than banal they may add
To the continuum of their chatter
 
I like going around and using
The regular almost mundane words
That everyone understands
It makes life easier for me
No one tries to outdo a common word
With one of their own which is superior
Conversations end quickly when this
Takes place and there is no need to do this
Being a regular guy suits me
 
I just heard that the chef left
Everyone is feeling bad
He was good, but unappreciated
Someone asked him if all the
Ingredients were local
Just the customers he said
Outsiders were more discerning
So long chef
Can’t say it hasn’t been nice
 
Crazy things happening all about
I ran into a politician
Asked him what gnarciss meant
He said he didn’t know
Wondered why I brought it up
He thought it was related to gnarl
Did I bring it up I asked
He said he thought so and
Then I could only wonder why
 
Stanski
February 12, 2020 ^
 
 

My body aches
From top to bottom
I am alive
So I will not complain

Inflammation and arthritis
Are not noble friends
Are not exclusive to me
Many are suffering

The atmospheric pressure
Changing from day to day
Increases the cries of enough

The weather is very cold
Snow is white and bright
Its depth is not encouraging
Nor is the ice on the shore

A few more weeks will bring spring
Then another month of winter

Where could I go where things
Would be a whole lot better
There are always trade offs
I am not in the trading mood

I am not in the traveling mood
The corona virus is a threat
My concern is great

How do these things happen?
We have stumbled blindly
Played into our aggressor’s hands
This causes another ache

It is huge and the one fighting it
Is the person who is criticized

We offer help as we always do
How many will die

How many acts of infiltration
Must take place before we wake up

We take sides and argue
We play music while Rome is burning

We worship the same God
While removing crosses and
Prayer in public places

What kind of fools are we
The swamp people buy into this
We, the deplorable, can only cry
 
Stanski
February 11, 2020 ^
 

 
They had the words
The whole vocabulary
Few were really needed
That was part of their beauty
 
Being together
Knowing
Caring
Loving
Sometimes with only a touch
 
This was a part of
Their patina of love
Never to be lost
 
They together were
Who they were singularly
Identity of one
By default included the other
 
It was to be, forevermore
At least until death
Even then they died together
One literally; one figuratively
 
The patina of love
Depth not known
Lives on
Like mystical vows
Eternally
 
Stanski
February 11, 2020 #