Month: September 2020

The Man we depend on

We trample over

What He has told us

Apparently is not a mover

We know better than

The Man Who walked on the water

We are willing to stand by

And watch the slaughter

We dwell with men of wisdom

Men who have shown the way

It does not seem to matter

As we go about this day

Anger and huffily if

We feel short changed

As to our own actions

Some think we are deranged

Acting like we’re above it all

Evil we wouldn’t consider

But decline to improve condition

Then claim we are not quitters

Hypocrisy is the food we feed on

Our opinions are to be revered

But our collective actions from

What is right should be severed

Proud men walk with dignity

They enjoyed their ride

Smugness they carry with them

This they cannot hide

They forget about the Man

Who walked; a meaningful stride

Filled nets with plenty of fish

Did so without pride

Stanski

September 28, 2020 ^

The way is not always

easy to find, but

I can tell you one thing. 

If you make no attempt

you will remain lost and

always find an excuse on why

you never advanced in life. 

To accomplish takes action. 

Lip service does not count

and attempts impressing

through boastfulness is not useful

What you could have done makes

for a very nice story, but what you

actually do, even if it is not much,

gives you a lot more credibility

and may lead you to

the next valid step you take. 

As you analyze your progress,

you find that showing up is

an important part of success. 

Step by step you proceed and

sometime, somewhere, you

find the path to your way. 

You become useful and appreciated. 

Life has a new meaning for you. 

Self-esteem is important and

you find yourself full of it. 

Life take on new meaning and

it does because of you.

Stanski

September 28, 2020 ^

I am just a person

One of many

I have known billionaires

And those without a penny

What do I do?

My career may be over

But I keep looking for improvement

I avoid being offended

Everyone has their way

Some are in the coasting mode

I do not agree

It is a downhill road

I think of my good fortunate

Showing up everyday

Developed my core of ethics

Would not want it any other way

The “Content” of life is king

Falling short of potential is sad

But executing beyond expectation is

The thing that makes me glad

I am doing well

For this I am thankful

Come join me; I cry out

What else is there to strive for?

This is not pandering

To me it is intuitive

We must work for justice

Otherwise why live

I am just a person

Potential surely exists

I step up and do my part

Never worry about the risks

I look at other’s choices

Make no judgements

Wonder about the degree

Of their contentment

Live and let live

What brings you joy?

But I never have time

Could be your ploy

I am just one

Have viewed it all

Have not been perfect

But that’s a very close call

I know obligation

Have seen neglect

Our potential greatness

We must protect

Stanski

September 28, 2020 ^

The sound of her name is like a song

Powerful, but tapering to softness

Loveliest of all; always reaching out

Appears shy and quiet

Insightful in ways unexpected

Could make you laugh at yourself

Precious and beautiful

Humble, loving and caring

If offended she forgave;

Was there for you

Her eyes bewildering

One look makes you think and

Ask yourself if you are doing things right

An unforgettable smile;

One is tamed at first glance

Her amazing personality reflects

The goodness of her soul

You look and know her mind is

Full of good thoughts, often complex

Devoted, deep and ever exploring

Polite, always asking, so as not to offend

Inquisitive and inviting; always imagining

Begins tasks and continues to the end

Stunning, inside and out; always prepared

A sister to the many lucky enough to know her

Knew, so well, the miracle of life and

That life is a precious gift

Which has to be given back

Her angels came and took her soul

Leaving us empty and feeling lonely

We are less without her

Our heart aches when we hear the bells toll

They peal out her favorite words:

UMCOR, UMCOR, UMCOR

We stop and listen and make our resolve

Stanski

September 27, 2020 ^

The occupant of the White House

also known as President Trump

is, in the opinion of a poet with

a Doctor of Philosophy degree,

that he —the occupant—

represents the dark side of

his sycophants also referred to

as a cult-following thing

reminiscent most recently

of Hitler and Nazism. 

The erudite muse goes on

to claim that the occupant

is a glaring example of

the worst of what we are.

I look at the first three years

of his occupancy and see

the incredible accomplishments

he has made which have lifted

all of the people in this country

and also in the world.

The dark side of which he speaks

would be the swamp creatures

on both sides of the aisle and

the media which has been negative

over ninety percent of the time. 

He has also endured a senate

investigation, the Mueller investigation,

an impeachment, the whole Russian hoax

and still has done more good for

this country then all of the politicians

for the last fifty years

He may be a flawed diamond

but he has not suppressed anyone,

save a few thousand terrorists,

which puts a hole in the muse’s analogy. 

It is true that the Covid-19 pandemic

has put an ugly dress on

his achievements but

God willing we will overcome.

Stanski

September 26, 2020 ^

There is some basic pattern to all of the riots,

that is (peaceful protests) across the country in

Liberal controlled states and cities. 

Ask Candice Owens or Leo Terrell what they think. 

A U-Haul truck shows up with signs and riot material;

the anarchists arrive —take charge and all hell breaks loose.

Rich people are providing funds for

equipment and people expense. 

Ordinary citizens are drawn up into

the euphoria of violence, burning,

destruction and murder.  Why do they do this? 

Why do they desire Marxist Socialism? 

Is it so that they can control and have power. 

They will never have total power because

there would be an unraveling, a revolution

and a total unwinding of human kind. 

All of the promotors and their sycophants

would be the first to be wiped out. 

There are injustices but also ways to deal with them. 

We left Europe for freedom, fought and died for that freedom. 

We have made mistakes, but we have also

attempted to resolve these and have gone

the world over for the purpose of liberating others

or protect our right to survive.  How embarrassing

to see Christians hand cuffed for singing hymns

in Moscow, Idaho, or a mother arrested at

an outdoor football game because of no mask. 

We are subjecting ourselves to lockdowns

and masks when there is no evidence for

any advantage in doing so except for the extremely ill.

I pray to God that our country wakes up and does so real soon.

Stanski

September 25, 2020 ^

The goofy moron in the waiting room

Reminds me of old Clem Swartz

A stupid kind of guy, he was in charge of

Religion studies at our church

Not a bad guy, just couldn’t inspire

Asked too many trick questions

A lot like the goofy in front of me

What color is the plane?  White?

He answers his own question with another

He is kind of smart I thought

I bet he knows his own first name

Had a little carrying case

Attached to his belt

Smaller than a man purse or

His gut lapping over his 36” belt. 

One of those guys you would like to pelt

Old Clem, too, you’d like to smack

Because of all the finesse he lacked

This goofy too as he asks the toddler

If he sees grandma.  No, but look at the truck

He was quite aloof and played along

There is another plane, do you think

Grandma is on that one

Look someone is waving

Is that grandma

I needed a piece of rope

I was about to choke goofy

Slap him around a little bit

Because he was such a loud mouthed-clown

Clem could have used a few slaps

Being so pious and righteous

This day will shut down before too long

I’ll be going home

Goofy will go back to camp, but

I don’t know where old Clem is

Stanski

September 24, 2020^

DDT was an effective insecticide
But used in too high concentrations
Smaller amounts of it would have been effective
We learned that, but
Outlawed the use of the chemical
Millions die from the manifestations of malaria
We, being wise, pass out mosquito netting in Africa
 
A poet writes a clever poem about commerce
Complains about the use of non-renewable fuels
Feels strongly about the importance of fair market price
I quit reading the poem
 
Baseball is a game played by millionaires
You read about how “the guys are really tired”
They just played “on the road” for seven days
Good, old home cooking should help
You think of young Welsh boys who worked in mines
They went down before the sun came up and
Came up after the sun went down
I feel real sorry for the overworked players though
Even those on our favorite teams
 
I mull over the possibility of a mini-ice-age
The prediction made by more than a few
The hope I hold is that man can warm the planet
That is if the ice-age thing is true
 
When a cloud blocks out the sun
I notice that if feels a little cooler
When the morning mist evaporates
The same thing happens
I like the sound of cool
Especially on warm days
 
Midday power naps are not essential
They sure do feel good though
 
If you live surrounded by gravel pits, as I did
By definition you are not a NIMBY
Even if you complain about the backup beepers
Which wake you up at 5 A.M.
 
Stanski
September 23, 2020 ^
 

Save that green apple!

I have no teeth.

Make it into sweet sauce.

It helps me with my grief.

We’ll call it my green apple salve.

I remember when I would never sigh

and could never get enough of life.

I thought those bygone days would not end,

as on the plains, the wind or

on the sea, the waves.

They will end but have not yet ended.

I can go on singing and the rhythms

of the soul ring out in tune

to the heart that’s beating.

My song whispers the thank you, my  

gratitude for life.

It ponders on the mysteries,

the miracles and strife.

You can’t go back to make a change,

but you can live today.

You will find a comfort

that will never go away.

So I will live today

and live each new tomorrow.

For greater glory I am marching now

with new purpose and new order.

Let’s  call it my green apple way.

Stanski

September 22, 2020^

I had a perfect dream, providing that

we lived in a faultless world.

I worked in a take-out deli.

May sound a little absurd

I fixed an egg salad sandwich on

our oven baked white bread

with a few leafs of lettuce

along with a cup of expresso

The customer, a regular, tapped

his credit card on the machine

and left the store.

Thanks and see you later.

The day went on like that

Customer after customer

It was lovely with no problems

We had unique paper wraps for

the sandwiches and special bags

for the purpose of carry-out.

We included a card of thanks

which included other items on

our menu. 

We carried wine, but only a few

of the popular ones that we

priced reasonably considering the

quality.

We had Sauvignon Blanc

from New Zeeland and

the Napa Valley of California.

The Pinot Gris from Oregon was

a favorite along with the Shiraz

from Australia.  A few Malbec

selections from Argentina and

Zinfandel and Cabernet Sauvignon

from California along with a

Riesling from Germany and a

Chianti Classico and Pinot Grigio

from Italy. 

Just a dozen, but all

affordable and delicious.

Our cheese selections

followed the same pattern;

not overwhelming, but

the right choices.

We had gift trays of nuts and candy

Baskets for picnics or

to fill with presents

Everything was wrapped

in our unique way.

We baked our European

style breads fresh everyday.

We did a few cakes and rolls.

Our process seemed faultless.

We were textbook perfect and

very difficult to duplicate by others

The days flew by like magic.

We were closed on Sundays

But there was no complaint

and during the week

it was at seven P.M.

We were a happy bunch

And with the various shifts

Everyone was happy. 

We were able to cover

for each other when necessary,

which was ideal.

Yes, the Stanski Deli was

The talk of the town.

Stanski

September 21, 2020 ^