Day: February 14, 2020

It is so beautiful
The sky is blue
Gray-white clouds
Floating in the south
There is a gentle breeze
Not enough to move the chimes
Shadows of trees on the snow
Just add to the amazing glow

Squirrels are chasing
Wanting the same thing
Enough to go around
That does not matter
A lot like our world
Must have power and control
This will never happen
Everything will spiral downward
Then the survival of the fittest

People listening to politicians
Politicians lie to them
Telling them what they want to hear
Free food, housing, school, and healthcare
It sounds as marvelous as the day is beautiful
The day will end, but be repeated
The promises, so wonderful, forgotten

We have our part to play
Tolerance and respect essential
We do not have to like everyone
But must be ready to offer a hand
An upward lift is what we desire
Frustration may cause our effort to expire
Freedom is very tenuous
It is a safeguard, but is not free

I look out at many trees
Standing beside each other peacefully
See cattle grazing their feed
Side by side and of every color
There is enough for every one
Still, as humans, we fight for more
Instead of offering love to each other
I stand in wonder
I wonder why
 
Stanski
February 14, 2020 ^
 

Here I sit on a gorgeous winter morning
The sun is shining and the temperature
has risen 10 degrees to 5 above zero 
My furnace is working and as
I stumble forward I believe
it is working better than my grey cells
 
I look around at my four Poinsettia plants
I harvested them from the church dumpster 
They are all doing well and if I am careful
will survive for next Christmas. 
That will be my wish
 
Isn’t it true that we all have aspirations?
Many times manage to achieve our goal
and then move on to the next? 
Sometimes we wonder why things went so well 
Many times it is because no one
was in the way of our progress. 
Many times it is because
I acted on my own and asked questions later. 
 
The job was finished after having been neglected,
but the input on how others might have done it
roll in like a tidal wave. 
 
I ask myself if I am in the way of others’
dreams of accomplishments. 
It is surely something to think about. 
Wisdom and honor may say step aside,
but privacy and humility may trump
what may be considered graciousness. 
 
Life goes on. 
New problems and chances. 
Can’t look back. 
Too much ahead.
 
Stanski
February 14, 2020 ^

 
Dreams can come true
Bottom line is never blue
And it’s always up to you
To have the dream you do
 
You deserve to have the best
Nonetheless there is the test
Willingness to work and never rest
First the crescendo and then the crest
 
You want it to feel good you said
What if you find hurt instead?
Maybe you should have stayed in bed
No effort, no loss, no nothing instead
 
Dreams, dreams, cool as breeze
Reality, reality, needs a squeeze
Idleness, idleness, like a freeze
Work, work, until you wheeze
 
O how the time can fly
And you have only one life
Your goal of joy is no lie
Now it’s up to you to try
 
Mistakes are made; don’t fret
The not doing is the only regret
That you will do is a safe bet
Your greatest goals will be met
 
Stanski
February 13, 2020

Lying in bed in the middle of the afternoon
I look out the window and see the sunshine
It is very cold and my bones ache
I see a black bird fly by and say
You did it to me, meaning it is time to rise
There is work to do.  I get up
So much neglected. 
I bag up garbage and put in car
Tomorrow I will drop it off
Plants are watered in a flurry
All my artwork is taken down to
My art room in the lower level
I change the filters in my water system
Take a hot soak with Epsom salts
Dress in casuals and catch up on the news
 
I think of the black bird
Always giving me warnings
Slow down, curve ahead
Deer may be in the road
So many times so many warnings
I think of you did it to me
Words of Mother Teresa
A wise and devoted servant
She knew where peace lay
In service to others especially to
The poorest of the poor
A powerful example of leading to
Where we should be going
You do it for somebody should
Be the five words inspiring us
 
The black bird flies, sometimes singing
Don’t forget those to be fed, to be
satiated, to be clothed, to be taken in,
To be healed, to be loved
You do it for somebody
What else is life if we are to be filled?
We have lived through the seasons
Now to live on the fringes
You did it to me
 
Stanski
February 13, 2020 ^