Month: April 2020

At four in the afternoon
The day was coming to a close
Nothing going on during the quarantine
Everything had been overcast
Gray and cloudy out to the invisible horizon
A typical early April day
 
Then the wind came up
It seemed like hurricane force
Sleet began to pour out of the sky
Followed by a fairyland snow fall
It lasted for ten minutes or so
Then vanished in the midst of sun glow
 
Like it never even happened
A commercial message came to mind
If it had not been witnessed
It would seem like one big line
The wind is still blowing; nice music
And the sun continues to shine
 
Stanski
April 9, 2020 ^

Just the two of us
Let it flow
The fire is fine
Grover is right in tune
Always there and mellow
Like the day old full moon
Don’t let’s waste a moment
Take me to that secret place
And let’s make a memory

Take me there
Let us make the journey
We will have no regrets
And with nothing to lose
Isn’t that the very best
We can make it if we try

There will be no tears in the end
Because you have that look in your eye
It is so funny that we waste no energy
Just so fine to have you around
I have rolled snake eyes in the past
But this time I’m wearing a crown

We might have missed the strawberry moon
But we’ll make it up this summer
Time is out of my mind
Take five; then take another five
Listen to those inner-city blues

You have that look of love
And I can promise you right now
There will be no tears to send
Because as long as there is a beat
There will surely be no end

You twist my heart strings
Almost like you are playing a tune
I think you’re asking for some cognac
Will Remy Martin Cordon Blue be fine?

It is never too late to show me
Your fine soulful strut will do
I claim you now and forever
All my tomorrows will be filled with you
 
Stanski
April 8, 2020 ^
 

I’m not saying
Spring isn’t beautiful
To the contrary
Finding it perfect is the rarity
Tulips in bloom months before June
When the catalpa tree does its swoon
 
Is much too early
Blossoms looked for in May
Have already gone by the way
All beauty not dependable
Situation not defendable
So you run on average
Use approximation
When working thru
Spring rationalization
 
Everything lovely for
Two weeks at best
Then the overgrowth
Followed by pests
Work required is crazy
Not that you’re lazy
A seasoned expert
You don’t overexert
Not work, its play
You’ll catch up, some day
 
This year may be a different story
The deadly virus may destroy us
Change our lives forever
Eyewitnesses to a phenomena
Prayers everyday it will pass
Normal living hopefully will return
Then things of importance
Will be our concern
Pettiness will be set aside
If only, if only we survive
 
Stanski
April 8, 2020 ^
 

Quiet and listless
Several days in a row
Sunshine only a maybe
In the later stage of the day
The sky and lake are gray
No horizon can be found
The water is smooth, glass like
No wind blowing at all
Nature is singing no songs
If she were they would be songs of pain
The lichen on trees refuse to glow
This is all part of the waiting game
Be patient in waiting
I have said that before
But it made sense when I said it
It doesn’t now or forevermore
And then last night
Clouds blocked the light of the moon
All of its promises lost
It was to be large and pink
I looked and searched, but
Just a bright nighttime gray
A sickly-looking exasperating sight
No sound, but then the peal of
A distant nighttime train
The sound was eerie
Matching the way I felt
Weeks of isolation 
Nothing to promote energy
And with all those things to do
The world has shut down
Nothing left but an empty feeling
And the look of a sad circus clown
Now it is a little later in the day
Still no sunshine; not even a ray
A slight breeze lifts slowly the flag
With colors still brilliant even though
I remain sad
 
Stanski
April 8, 2020 ^

I am so tired of all the disinformation
Flooding the main stream media
Lie after lie is being presented as fact
I am not a card carrying Republican or Democrat
Just a gun slinging, bible thumping, deplorable
It is so disheartening to see the members of the swamp
Selling their souls to Satin for a taste of the forbidden fruit
Lobbyists are having their way with these statists
 
So many (so called) public servants are being bought off
Who does the buying is a question often asked
It is Big Education, Big Pharma, the ALCU, Big Insurance,
The Chamber of Commerce, Green energy, and
Many, many, many, more
 
Money is thrown around like it grows on trees when
In fact it belongs to the tax payers in this country
We have the income tax and social security tax, but also
Many hidden add on taxes as products make their way to market
We also have property taxes, sales tax and luxury taxes
Unnecessary regulations add to the costs and often
Deny many the chance to compete or even get started
 
The esteemed senators and representatives vote on many issues
Their votes collectively can change the nation
There are many who have not sold out
They still have their voice but are often subject to pressure and
Cannot advance if they do not fall in line so to speak
There are many disappointed constituents on both sides of the aisle
Who are beginning to realize that their parties have abandoned them
It is them, the statists, versus us, the deplorable and malcontent
 
Instead of holding their political ground and fighting each other,
People should realize that their party has changed and
Is not their grandfather’s party anymore and will not be soon
What once was is now gone forever
New identities should be established
I would suggest the party of the Swamp and the party of the Deplorable
You could vote for the enriched candidate or one who takes your interest to heart
A new era would unfold
 
Stanski
April 7, 2020 ^
 

 
We want this
We want that
The weather is something
We want it to be nice
Aren’t we human?
That’s what humans do
 
We also rise above
We are into acceptance
As well as thankfulness
When things don’t go our way
We take what is given
Do the best we can with our circumstance
And are happy for the opportunity
 
The stargazer tells us to
Keep looking up
Our own spirituality evokes
The waving of the same banner
We keep looking up although
Sometimes our head is bent in thanksgiving
We are grateful for life itself
The precious gift
 
Now we may be lamenting
How did this condition come about?
Will there be an end to it?
Are we made for this?
How about the Hattians, with no food or water?
What about the starving Nigerian refugees?
Were they made for their suffering
Many questions without answers
 
Who do we turn to?
Is there any help we can provide?
Not everything stated is the truth
What are the facts?
Now we are lost sheep
Looking for a shepherd
That is what humans do
We lead or are led
 
Stanski
April 7, 2020 ^

 
It’s three in the morning
No one up but me
I’m not alone though
At least not in my mind
Peaceful and content
I think about the day past
And the one almost at hand
Savoring all the goodness I find
While looking forward to more
 
Don’t overlook the struggles
That’s part of life, too
No music is playing
Quiet is all right for now
The clock speaking tick-tock
Admonishes me
Get to bed; get your rest
When you’re refreshed, you’re at your best
 
All so true, but then
I would miss this opportunity
For quiet and thought
Plants grow and live alone
They do all right and seem content
I talk to them and learn, too
 
No one knows what’s best for you
Or cares, really, what you do
We all have a program
If you’re willing to pay
You can have your name on it
Coffee will still cost two dollars a cup
Refills free
 
Stanski
April 6, 2020 ^

 
The world seems eerie today
It is quiet, gray and no movement
The feeling is damp with no wind blowing
The sun is not flirting with the clouds
I decide to think of my ancestors
I remember them back as far as my Grandpa’s mother
She lived in the country with an old maid daughter
She had a hand pump for water in the yard
There was none in the kitchen
My grandpa never owned a home
He always rented and it was kept clean
He had an indoor hand pump in one home
He always put in a garden and had chickens
He loved to prune fruit trees
When neighbors left for a few days
He would prune their tree, to their dismay
They would be angry at him, but
The tree bore a lot of fruit
Then they thanked him
He lived by the railroad tracks and
In the summer the smell of creosote was prevalent
If you liked it, it was a good smell
He lived close to where the Fort Wayne Daisy’s played
We could walk to the park and watch them against
The Grand Rapids Chicks or the Rockford Peaches
My dad’s father was a baker and did a good business
He was born in Amsterdam as was my dad
They lived on Wabash Avenue and the bakery had living quarters
My other grandparents lived later on the same street
That grandpa was a janitor at Tokheim’s factory 
where they made gasoline pumps
During WWII they converted over to a munitions factory
The baker grandpa died before I was born so I only knew him from pictures
I am now the oldest living relative on each side of the family
My late sister used to keep up the family tree
I don’t know if anyone is continuing this practice
It is a lot of fun to dwell on the past and remember
 
Stanski
April 6, 2020 ^

I wrote the line
It flowed from me
Like a swan on a glassy pond
I liked the way it looked
Did not measure it twice
Somethings should not be tampered with
This would do for me
But then, the critics
What would they think?
They stood like a stand of birch trees
Each mimicking the other
Unbeknownst to any of them
Their words were similar
Could be interchanged and
No one would know the difference
They looked the same
Thought the same
Were paid the same
By the same sources
Their goal was the same
To pick apart my words
Make me look bad
Imply that I was behind the time
They saw some movement
Someone pulled the curtain open
Everyone expected a marionette
Whose every movement 
Was manipulated by wires
But what they saw was just me
The applause was deafening
Who were the applauders?
In a split second I figured it out
They were the gun toting,
Bible thumping deplorable
It made sense
They liked my words
They could not be spun
They would endure
All would be well
 
Stanski
April 5, 2020 ^
 

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TRUTH
 
Truth is the enemy of impostors!
Very well said.
Which book is that quote from?
No book.  I came up with that myself.
Any impostor in mind?
Who would you think?
Any number of deceivers.
Yes and you can throw in fraudsters.
How about fakes and sham artists?
They would fall into that category.
It is hard to use common sense when trying to figure them out.
They do not work alone and are well coordinated with their lies.
The best thing to do is brand everything they say a lie.
Everything about them is unreal.
Even their protestors are paid protestors.
Most of what they do is an illusion.
They seek and want control, total control of us all.
They are not really prepared to do all that this would entail.
Basically they are attention hounds without the intellect they think they have.
Truth will not set them free.
The Light will expose their darkness.
For this we may all be thankful.
 
Stanski
April 4, 2020 ^