She was wrong and now she had to speak Her knowledge of what should be said Was constantly in the forefront of her mind She had been wrong about this and many things Pride however has a way of ignoring the obvious So then it became easier to walk away She would save her words for later When there would not, could not be rebuttal The story line will be changed as She was an expert at imagining, followed by Her graceful art of extrapolation so that She could dance around the truth She did not have to rehearse or practice Her lips did not move, but remained tightly together But she knew what she had to say Her head turned when she spoke and Her words were muted; could not be understood She would not repeat, but why would we expect her to An image, built in her mind, had to be sustained So waves of sound passed through her lips Zigging and zagging in mumbled utterances She had achieved what she wanted Her persuasion had prevailed and she seemed all set But as would be there were errors which could not be denied Could only be corrected but not by her She wiped out all artistic expression Which did not originate with her Bad decisions created extra work for others She knew what had to be said But walked away proudly, no bow to her head One could only see her tail feathers And in watching, the real story was told Stanski April 3, 2020 ^
Month: April 2020
TENDER
Acceptance is such a gift, and so are You my friend. Impatience and illusion push us away from recognizing this,but then You come along and teach us to slow the pace and to pare the agenda. Don’t rush things. Everything falls into place almost miraculously when You are with us. Chilling threats become warm invitations. You pull us even closer; the days seem longer and the load is lighter. Obstacles disappear as we walk in other directions. Perceived problems become welcome invitations. How great is that. Trust is in You and joy abounds. Our cups run over with love. We open up and are filled. Dangers disappear from our vision. Our mind lets them go. Oneness with You is what we are about. Being home is being where ever we are when You are with us. Feeling Your presence lifts us to heights not known. Without You we would feel like strangers, but You are with us and our completeness radiates your grace. We are in wonder and can only thank You. Stanski April 3, 2020 ^
HAPPY SITTING ALONE
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 ^
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 ^
THE CRISIS
Days drift off into evenings People are weary of news Everything sounds the same Harping forever on this viral flu Why does this happen to us? Even though it is a world epidemic What did we do to deserve it? This haughty new pandemic All the pundit’s repeat the words Some with a touch of glee Making the President look bad Feel that they are home free It is nice to be a Monday quarterback Point out how the home team lost But these people are ruthless Forgetting the total cost They tend to get the facts wrong Write down what hasn’t been said Some have even been fired The worst a news-person should dread The serious ones crave attention They throw numbers out without caring This delights their fellow beings and Some even say they are daring They shelter us from the truth Claiming that numbers do not lie But what are they comparing them to Just more of their pie in the sky The worst may be still to come Groups are forming to pray Keep us from harm are the words Love us as we love You they say We are your loyal children And promise that we will listen Just save us from any harm We will renew our mission They are reverent and sincere The Father knows they are weak He smiles at what He always knew When in trouble it is Him they will seek Stanski April 2, 2020 ^ .
DREAMING WHILE KNOWING
We know of all the things we should and can do Travel through each day trying to stay cool We walk a tightrope, hoping we won’t fall Keep pushing forward, not ready for a stall Never know what the outcome will be That’s just the chance you take Welcome to the jungle Everything’s real and nothing fake Stay true to yourself in the boondocks or the city Drifting away from your truth would be a pity Reality gets a hold on you like cigarettes and coffee The dreamer in you says no, you prefer tea and toffee Dynamics of each percolate, leaving you queasy Resolution is your goal: Let me down easy Directions will come; all you say is too, tired to listen Groove me; send me on my way I may struggle early; in the evening I’m fine If I keep progressing, it’ll be champagne and wine There are those I know, who don’t agree Instead of going for results they wait and see They want to be sure before they say yes But won’t get anywhere; that’s my guess They know the rules and don’t think it’s fair I tell them what I think, but they just don’t care I’m riding high and stick to what’s true They play it differently, which makes me misty blue Life goes on; you cannot put it on hold Embrace it with gusto, that’s what we’re told Now and then we all need a lift Don’t waste your life; it’s a precious gift Inspired by Etta James “the dreamer” Stanski April 1, 2020^
WHO IS TROUBLED NOW
We wonder now should we worry When everything seemed in control But now with a quick review It was us who sold our soul Oh, the delights of progress The ease of getting along Now crumble with delight before us While we listen to familiar songs All of the things taken for granted And walked over by the haughty few Have been put aside and vanished The effects of this virus flu Who can sing out with joy? Bells are basically silenced Church doors locked for protection Loners appear in defiance Normalcy has been abdicated You hear the list of excuses None however stand up to muster None with confidence will exude We are in a medley of dismalness Searching for an ounce of trust All of the signs of arrogance Have disappeared like surface dust We weep forgetting our blessings Spend time singing the blues Never remembering those others Who suffered by our collective abuse Now we’re just part of the masses No one stands out in the crowd And for you there is no relief No matter if your shouts are loud You wait your turn like others The ones you used to despise When this affair with hell if over You’ll pray that you’re able to rise Stanski April 1, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 