Month: April 2020

 
Everyone is in wonder
How long can this thing last? 
Who much can we endure?
We entertain ourselves on Facebook
Or watch movies on Netflex
While still wondering
If this condition will go on and on
 
We are the fortunate ones
We have sources for what we need
Can basically live in luxury while
Many about us are suffering.
Some are without work because
Their employer had to shut down
It is, in this case, a bad situation
 
Everyone has an opinion
Many have prejudices and
Are blatant in voicing them
The finger of blame is pointed
Everyone in their mind is right
Even without the virus
This is a bad situation
 
We hear and repeat
Without checking the source
Become parrots without knowing
We think we are smart
But God forbid we are proven wrong
The sad thing is that this is what we are
A malignancy that eats us up
 
There is hope
People are waking up
They can see who is tending the fire
They know who have caused the waste
And that things are not as they seem
Vigilance is the answer and
Openness to new ideas and positions
 
Stanski
April 23, 2020 ^
 

This morning looked bleak
Two inches of snow and
A beautiful wind storm
It looked like a blizzard
There were white outs
Traffic at a standstill
Don’t worry
We are used to this
Six months in a row of snow
Icy roads because they
Don’t plow on the weekends
Unless there is over four inches
Then during the week the
Snow plows scrape down
The clear roads pushing
Dirt, ice and snow to
The shoulder and beyond
You can see sparks and smoke
 
It is almost May
Maybe the worst is over
Ice in the lake is mostly gone
Fishing is from the docks
Not a lot of action though
Nature does not keep a schedule
We are under quarantine at the time
The Covid-19 has us tied down
Many think it is a China conspiracy
Churches are fined if anyone congregates
Non-essential businesses are closed and
On the way to bankruptcy
The snow takes your mind off of this
You stay at home and pray
Pray that others are safe
No selective surgeries can take place
Bureaucrats know how to take care of us
They know April blizzards among other things
 
Stanski
April 22, 2020 ^

When it is time to write
And you are sitting in the same place
Wondering what you want to say
One would think that bewilderment would set in
But that is not the case
It is opportunity coming your way
There are many people waiting to be entertained
Waiting for information that will set them straight
 
They look for light at the end of the tunnel
Life has been a cramped up situation for them
Trapped between different points of view
They don’t know which way to turn
I can take you where you need to go
Just follow me, follow me
I see your frown changing to a smile
Just follow me, follow me
 
You have followed before and were left stranded
Your faith in others has been depleted
So many promises made which you believed
So much hope and so little change
Now you are asked to listen again
And you see for yourself, new chances
Life has no guarantees
But you can succeed if you give it a try
 
There is a Light to follow; not obvious to all
There will be leg work involved
Reaching the goal is not always easy
You have to trust those who guide you
Listen carefully to their every word
Just follow me, follow me
I will lead you down an unbroken path
You will make it; just follow me, follow me
 
Stanski
April 21, 2020

I feel so sorry for those
Who tend to lean the wrong way
And depend on morsels of news
To give affirmation to their views
 
Somehow, along the way,
They have been dragged into
That web of society which
Tends to disrupt the natural flow
Of sane and working people, who
Have found success by following
The precepts of natural being
 
Which means being prepared and
Involving themselves in action
Rather than observing it from a distance
And then criticizing the efforts and
Creating obstacles which attempt,
Although foolishly, to stop progress
 
They are the Pied Pipers for the Devil
They will distract many and because
Their false promises of utopia
Which cannot be sustained, but are
Convincing attract followers and
By narrative, blind them from the truth
 
How unwise these followers are
They have left their safe harbor,
Their shelter, for what they call life
But this is not life
It is spineless existence
A scheme of evil which whittles the heart
Where false hope and doubt exist
 
Who of those who have lived life
Would cherish and long for this
Only the sad who feel that fulfillment
Comes by languishing in the den of evil
 
Stanski
April 20, 2020 ^

Days go by
One after another
I get lost 
They all seem like Saturday
It doesn’t matter
You can’t go anywhere
Nothing seems essential
Small business survival
Does not seem important
These merchants are nervous
Gritting their teeth
Precautions can be taken
They are smart people
Business people are that way
It is the customers who are careless
Hygiene and masks
Social distancing
All are important
All can be done
It is not a game
Survival of business is also not a game
Relief is needed
Our curve has flat lined
Time to open up
Just be prudent
Downstate is a different story
Population numbers are different
Death occurs every day
From all sorts of reasons
We cannot prevent death
We can be wise and use safeguards
Leaders try to make good decisions
One size has never fit all
This should be taken into consideration
We should put a halt on the blame game
It does nothing but cause apprehension
Disinformation is disservice
This is not politics
It is life and death
Small businesses are the victims
Open up
 
Stanski
April 19, 2020
 

 
The day is quiet
How unusual
It is a Friday
Sun is shining
Sky is blue
Wind is blowing
But not too cold
Life is surreal
An abstract painting
People hobbling along
Don’t know what to do
Kindness is apparent
People wanting to help others
Limited however by the rules
Some of which make sense
Others give cause to wonder
We have to wait it out
All areas are not the same
All surgeries are not the same
Some not allowed are very
Similar to ones that are allowed
We are trying to prevent death
Attributed to the Covid-19
Lives of the unborn are
Allowed to be taken
It is a bazaar world
A circus with many performances
Wild animals trained to dance
The holder of the whip is supreme
We will eventually flatten the curve
The normal deaths each day will continue
We will feel comfortable with this fact
We can avoid most pitfalls
Ring bells to celebrate truth
The show is over
Blamers will be quiet for a day
Then start pointing fingers
Why not?
What are epics for?
 
Stanski
April 18, 2020

The virus is apolitical
But the battle goes on
My side versus your side
Critical thinking will tell you
That there are no sides to this issue
The ranting goes on however
Who shall we blame?
The President acted while
Being impeached
The speaker at the same time
Was heralding Chinatown’s
Festival in San Francisco
The President is in Washington DC
With his illustrious Pandemic Team
While the Nancy is eating
Her chocolate ice cream
Some point out how the former
Pandemic Team was fired
They are up in arms, but
Cannot explain the reason why
Financial relief that was so critical
Was delayed for a measure of time
It wasn’t filled with enough pork
To keep the liberals feeling fine
So people suffered needlessly
Governors complained when
They were not prepared
Pointed blame everywhere
Did not consider their responsibility
Most of the blame was thoughtless
The President was vindicated
Time after time and still the blame
Came pouring through
It wasn’t China’s fault was claimed
Or the World Health Organization
Which pulls toward China
People expound their views
Many are just views
They have no meaning
Because they are not true
Look for the truth you doubters
It may surprise you
 
Stanski
April 17, 2020 ^
 

Snow is on the ground tonight
Distant clouds have a tinge of pink
The lake water is metal gray
There is no euphoria to sink

Old men are walking the woods
Trying to chart where mushrooms will rise
They are bearded and wrinkled
Walk with bent backs, but they are wise

Smelt should soon start their runs
Trout remain in deep water where
The river flows into the lake
The high water gives everyone a scare

I look up into the trees
There is no sunlight shining
The waves are small but persistent
Compared to yesterday’s more refining

Snow continues to fall
White against dull color
No rush for seeds and planting
We must wait for our sunflowers

My flamingos are standing steady
They are faithful through all seasons
Some wonder why they stay, but
To leave me they have on reason

The mother fox has left us
Her pups under our board walk thrived
I think she must have lost her life
Maybe just moved on; I hope she survived

We think of all the changes we see
Just a part of life’s wonder and mystery
We think of all the variances and know
Mother Nature has her own chemistry

We cannot prod; we patiently wait
We know things change be season
It hesitates and changes its timing
We acknowledge as men of reason

What can we do, what can’t we do
No one really has the answer
Before we blink or think even twice
It will be the season of Dasher and Prancer
 
Stanski
April 16, 2020
 
 

You walk through the woods in thought
Oblivious to any danger that may lurk
Meditation as though in dreamland
Is what you might call a perk
Away from it all; your quiet time
 
No voices heard, except your own
Should you be uttering response to
Your thoughts and of course
The lovely chatter of the forest itself
 
Precious moments in a selfish way
No time clock to punch, no tolls to pay
You could do this everyday
There are other voices calling
Not here for sure
But you sense your commitments
Knowing you cannot walk away from them
 
The state of bliss is not shattered
Integrity and acceptance
Components of your being
Allow this internal communication
Fulfillment is not taken lightly
 
Thanksgiving for accomplishment, as well
As for obstacles which have made you stronger
Are part of your manifest of gratitude for
The very gift of life
 
The woods may offer a divide
Whichever way is taken
Will be characterized by
Your astute awareness of this
 
Stanski
April 15, 2020

Suddenly I saw her
Wanted to be with her
Even in a fog
She would shine
Flowers had a fragrance
Enhanced by her presence
She loved her music
Could dance magically
With a real dancer
She led me on the dance floor
Told me what to do
Made me look good
People said how nice we looked
She liked me to sing
Or at least said she did
I was no Frankie
But she said I would do
Sometimes she would play
Danny Boy on the baby grand
I would sing it through
Then ask for more
I’ll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Or My Blue Heaven
We had our favorites
She had the crazy rhythm
Was a real doozy
I still love her so
There were no goodbye blues
No sweet horns played
Just kind words
Then Amazing Grace and
How Great Thou Art
Then it was over and
Now just the memories
If I could be with you for just one hour
I would tell you how much I love you
And thank you just for being you
 
Stanski
April 15, 2020 ^