Month: August 2020

ANGELS OR POETS

I think that angels or

Inspired poets wrote

The words of the Good Book

There are challenges and

Reassurances appearing

In every chapter and verse

It is very difficult to believe

In such a wonderful possibility

As peace in God’s heaven for

A life lived well

Many do not believe this

It sounds too good to be true

We rely on faith and trust

That what has been written

Is authentic and when the

End comes we will be

Staking out our claim on

Those streets paved with gold

Many have gone before us and

We are eager to meet up with them

Even more so, it seems, then

Meeting with our creator, brother

And redeemer Who made it possible

This is the nature of man

We cannot possibly understand

We read the sacred words

Live the life we choose because we can

Often without considering the outcome

If we ignore the push there is toward goodness

We are brave, if ignorant, people

Pushing our luck and depending on

A merciful Being, Who will say we

Did well enough and invite us in

To take residence in one of the Father’s rooms

The wise will strive to do good because

It is in that that we are filled up

Happiness comes from giving of ourselves

Avoiding evil is good, but very passive

Being a follower takes courage and compassion

Stanski

August 20, 2020 ^

SURREALISM

Many things are called surreal

Especially now with the Chinese Virus

I feel this way as well

Surrealism is enchanting

Reality, however, supersedes it

Commercials continue as though

Everything is normal;

This is far from the truth

Who can enjoy luxury

When there is so much suffering?

We have to take a step back

Look at ourselves in this world

Acknowledge our gift of life

Ask ourselves about liberty

And the pursuit of happiness

So many places do not have this

What are we to do?

We have little power alone

We can pray together but

Not expect miracles as answers

We can react to what is in front of us

There are needs which we can fulfill

Jesus said, “Follow me”, and we must

We have to reach out to the many

Who are suffering or causing suffering

We cannot be judgmental knowing

That we all have weaknesses

We must empty ourselves for others

Let others follow the example

This is what is real, we call it action

Walking the walk with no pontificating

The surreal will pass, the needs remain ongoing

May we be wise in His name

Stanski

August 19, 2020 ^

IGNORANCE

To move from error

To truth we must

Pass through ignorance

I read this somewhere

And gave it much

Credit

In today’s time we can

See it hold true

In the Chinese Virus episodes

Where erroneous guidelines

Were changed and changed back

And commands of the issues

Were passed along to

Incompetent leaders

Who positioned themselves

On the error side until

The unintended consequence

Of their ignorance finally

Led them to truth

Politics also entered into

The fray and the

Blame game was on

Much to our own demise

Credibility of the media

Which didn’t exist in the

First place was off the charts

With low ratings

Civil unrest, prodded on

By paid anarchists, exploded

We suffered destruction, death,

Fire and defiance

—Total ignorance—

Stanski

August 18, 2020 ^

INTERRUPTED THOUGHT

And artist paints

A beautiful landscape

The colors take me

Southwest

Maybe it is Wyoming,

Utah or New Mexico

A fiery presentation

Above the horizon

A delinquent sky

Almost recalcitrant

Grayish clouds

Interlope with

Magnificent caramel

And bronze with just

A touch of gold

The artist interjects

A rectangular box

Outlined in red

Filled with black

And within the black

Is a blaze of bright yellow

It doesn’t seem to belong

But is boldly present

My peace and

Understanding have

Been interrupted

My thoughts are

To begin again

I will try to get

Into the artist’s mind

Abstract dances well

Within the framework

Of beauty

Stanski

August 17, 2020 ^

ROCK GARDEN

Working, although

With enjoyment,

In the rock garden

I rest for a moment

To catch my breath

Looking up I see

A gray cloud gathering

Beneath the existing white

I would welcome rain

But it does not come

My dream will wait

Tomorrow will not disappoint

I have faith

Stanski

August 17, 2020 ^

WHEN WILL WE FIND PEACE


Here I find peace
It is here that I am free
My soul has deep wishes
And my heart wants to cry
Existence elsewhere is terrifying
There is no running through fields
Or walking along the shore line
But the searching for food or water
 
I do not like my peace
While others are suffering
I cannot ever be smug
Or feel superior to those
Who can’t help themselves
Dictators eradicate protestors
The main stream new is silent
This takes my freedom away
 
They advocate anarchy and divisiveness
We need some kind of escape door
Jazz and blues provided this for some
Musicians got lost in drug induced music
The magic was incredible, but
Led to early death for many
We were less because of it
They escaped for a moment
 
Maybe that was all they needed
They too had been persecuted
Locked out of their dreams
We all share in the guilt
Mostly we all want calm, but
Get caught up in protest
Forgetting the Man crucified
Who will bring the ultimate peace
 
Stanski
August 16, 2020 ^
 

EVENING EARTH MUSIC

Crickets, chipmunks, squirrels along

With the wind blowing through

Leaves, pine needles and grasses

Provide a symphony which is

Quieter than earlier in the day

Calming music is good

Everything is as it should be

After moving through the hectic day

It is a time for peace

Then it is time for supper

After we eat and clean up

We head down to the park

All hell will soon break loose

A different kind of music

Jazzmen smile

Bluesmen frown

We are happy

Stanski

August 16, 2020 ^

GOODNESS

I saw an act of goodness

Wished I had a canvas

I would paint a great white cloud

When the sun set it would

Lay pigments of caramel, brown

Along with gold, bronze,

Magenta and purple across

The white of the cloud

On my canvas

It would be my rainbow

So satisfying and beautiful

As it reflected this goodness

Stanski

August 13, 2020