I wish sometimes That I had other poets To talk to But then They all have Their own language Some of it Is very difficult To understand Just when I thought I had a connection made A rejection slip arrives I understand the end of the game I sit here now At the wood grained table And would be talk seems useless I am in the kitchen The words come pouring out Sharp wounds are remembered I sit on a cushion My body is aching and bruised I am happy though Because I know my place I know my place My truth holds true Will not be defeated I have been here before Mistakes are made Long term regrets; not mine I hear the wailing of once overconfident people I sit here aware Not part of a game I own some fault I moved religiously In the path that was mine Interference did not make me lame I sing out now in my own happy words While I sit here in no place Just happy to know the tune No worry about who cares or why Stanski April 3, 2020 ^
Day: April 3, 2020
PRAISE TO HIM
Let the whole creation cry This is a mess we’re in One nation worse than another Religion, too All because of sin Selfishness and greed Control and power Have disregarded His plan Destroyed their tower Many tears will be shed Before it’s over When mercy and consolation Come to restore us Refugees stop wandering Time to come home The days have ended When you have to roam Rebuilding life and cities Occupy time for now Peace could be forever If only we knew how We don’t look for it to last Just part of being human Waiting for more heartbreak There is always danger looming History will repeat Just a matter of time Get it together for a while Learn to walk the line Stanski April 2, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 