Month: March 2020

A man
Bent, a bent figure
Carved from life
I spotted him
Wonder took over
Who is he and
Why is he as he is?
Would a picture taken
Capture his essence
Immortalize him
He shows no pain
He wanders into traffic
Which slows for him
Horns blow
He ambles
His destination?
No one knows
Other than him
He loses himself
Into the crowd
Vanishes
But not from my thoughts
Life goes on
It unfolds in formidable ways
Blessed are the meek
 
Stanski
March 10, 2020 ^

 
 
 
Life is hard
Always tired
It’s never easy

Early morning cries
Late night blues
The music is lonely
It offers no clues

Stays out of groove
Whatever the season
Is there any reason?
 
Can’t face the truth
Nothing new here

Real thing is
Would rather play
Save reality
For another day
 
No use talking
Quit the squawking

Won’t do any good
Never would
Never did
Never will
 
 
 
Stanski
March 9, 2020 ^
 

It is so sad
People retaliate when
You do not agree with them
They forget about respect
 
They do not think
But depend on others
Who agree with them
To make their claims
 
They are a sad people
Not acquainted with critical thinking
Love the fake news media
Believe everything that is said
 
Yes, a sad people
Denial is their middle name
They will awake when it is too late
Then their sadness will be profound
 
Truth will stare at them
But their eyes will be closed
Just as their minds to reason
They will fail to open up.  How sad
 
Stanski
March 9, 2020 ^

In a turbulent world we see it all 
Five hundred million spent on a campaign
Death at the U.S. Embassy in Tunisia 
Over three hundred murders so far in 2020 in Tijuana, Mexico 
 
Searches for the lowest vacation rates. 
I think of the advertisements for Barbados
This in the midst of the Corona Virus scare
News announcers speaking of sanctuary cities,
Almost endorsing them
Criminals caught, tried and released only to return to their criminal life
 
Jamaica is selling pleasure vacations.  Life goes on
It is what they do for a living, for jobs and an income 
They present peaceful living which is good 
 
I think of the millions of refugees worldwide, starving and thirsty;
Separated by default from infants and young children
Starving to death at the rate of 18 per day
I ache at the sight of churches being destroyed by bombs or fire
 
Religious beings being slaughtered while
Vacationers enjoy food, drink and evening fires around a cozy pit 
The images of having fun are enticing and at the same time
Topics of sex traffic, drug traffic and illegal aliens are upsetting 
 
We hear of the luxury vacations, then threats to Supreme Court Justices 
We get excited about fun on the sunny islands
Then upset about online sex predators 
We hear crimes are increasing; misery in the country of Venezuela
Tornado damage and death in central Tennessee 

Cruise ships are being quarantined for weeks
A six story hospital for the quarantined collapses 
Life goes on and people plan
They have earned their respite and we do not blame them
 
We worry about not having the ingredients for essential drugs
And other items of necessity and then listen to
Political fighting, accusations and lying
The irony of it all
 
Stanski
March 8, 2020 ^

I am not a dark angel
But I am an angel
No flamboyancy
No flutter
Staying quiet is good
Going about my business
Creating no waves
Slow and steady
 
I have germanous seeds in my soul
To spread these around is a goal
They are seeds of goodness
Bring about joy and happiness
Convincing people of their good
Is a very arduous task
One I take seriously
Will never give up on
 
I am careful, cultivated and inward
Insolvency is always on my mind
I put my trust into the divine plan
I have always been an outsider
My record speaks volumes
In my own opinion
I see evidence of my toil
Have the feeling of floating
 
I am liberated, inspired and fulfilled
My life moves on day by day
I look not for recognition or praise
Self-knowledge is sufficient
Today to me is tomorrow and yesterday
I gather and wing forward
Striving is not an appropriate word
The doing is a natural part of me
 
I cannot pursue or recruit
I am not appeasing or scheming
Angels are not like that
I am in the damp, drizzly
November of my soul                                                   
I will move on – a new station                                   
People will not miss me
It will be as if I was never here

Stanski
March 8, 2020 ^

 

 
These foolish things
Remind me of you
Where are you
Now that you’ve gone
 
I knew you went away
That you had to leave us
The dreaded disease
Was just too much
These things do catch up
 
My broken heart lies here
Waiting, wishing and whimpering
My longing remains as I look about
I see your things
My heart goes tug, tug and tug
 
Your picture; your rings
All these things near
And you so far
Away from me
Forever for now
 
I can only hope
That this is all a dream
And believe you’ll be back
I have learned
That when I wake up
Reality will speak
You are gone for good
 
These crazy thoughts
How foolish
I’m foolish
And alone
 
 
Stanski
March 7, 2020 ^
 

Memory from a trip I took

Today after the sunshine
We had some rain
And the sky turned
To a lovely medium gray
 
Before too long
The sun broke through
Giving us a complete rainbow
 
It began
 
As I looked out my motel window
I saw it above the parking lot of a McDonald's
It curved upward very high and then down
Bending toward the ground
 
It was
 
About a football field away
Where it slanted
Into the gasoline pumps
At a Standard Gas Station
 
Unfortunately
 
There were no pots of gold
The vision itself
Was the treasure
 
But
 
It vanished
Within five minutes
Just left a wonderful memory
 
Stanski
March 7, 2020 ^
 
 
 
 

If our life is one large canvas and the finished work
will be the sum-total of our good and bad wouldn’t we all
wonder what the finished masterpiece would look like? 
I am sure it would begin carefully and straight forward until
over time it advances into cubism, impressionism or the abstract 
We will look at our work and dap our souls into the oil and
cover-up some blotch or errors that our deliberate-hand
made on the first attempt
 
We look and find areas for improvement and again
do not hesitate to correct or improve 
By this time our soul is multicolored and we are
rolling in murk and laying down anything and everything on the canvas 
We cannot step back every minute and observe
but go through periods of time when our emotions,
setbacks, and victories establish or influence
our confidence on this beautiful canvas of our life. 
 
Our excuses are easily covered 
Just dab a little color
Twist the soul
Squeeze it
Try to make it conform to our desired outcome
if we even know what that is 
 
We may prance about not knowing what we are doing but
expecting some lavish outcome that impresses 
This would be too bad 
There will be no second chances
 
When the bell tolls
You turn in your work 
It will be separated by the judges
Some will be hung on the wall next to Van Gogh’s or some other favorite artist
Others will be burnt with the chaff viewed as comparatively worthless
 
I will wait to hear the words: 
“Then sings my soul, my savior God to Thee” 
And then observe the beckoning: 
“Come, sit by Me”
I will rejoice and remember words I heard long ago
“Unto thine own self be true”
 
Stanski
March 6, 2020 ^

What do we call the news?
That would be: papers, TV, and radio
There doesn’t seem to be anything new
It is already old; prologue
 
We receive slants on the truth
Distortions are common as are outright lies
Anything to make the opposition look bad
Most of this media is in lock-step
 
If one of their own is off base
There is the universal cover-up
A real quid-pro-quo is totally ignored
A phony one searched for and exploited
 
What isn’t being said is remarkable
Where is the mention of the swamp?
Full of creatures from both sides
It is they against the deplorable
 
Many think Democrat versus Republican
Maybe the titles are not up to date
Shouldn’t it be liberal versus conservative?
Why not?  This is our country
 
Why must I mark my ballot Republican or Democrat?
I wish to mark it Deplorable
Shouldn’t that be a reasonable option?
After all, that is what I proudly claim I am
 
Where is the news as it used to be?
Journalism which would not stop until
The whole and true story was told
Those days are gone forever
 
The media carries the water for the left
They endorse indoctrination of school children
They believe in murder by abortion and multiple gender beings
They provide the cool-aid as though this were their country
 
Be at peace, my friends
The Light shall overcome all darkness
 
Stanski
March 6, 2020 ^