Month: October 2020

The spring water which

pools in seasonal ponds and

evaporates over the summer

is still standing alongside of

the road.  As time goes on it

will freeze and deer will crash

through it when it is covered

with snow.  I do not know

deer speak but I imagine

there will be some colorful

words spoken.  At the present

the colorful fallen leaves are

floating on the mirror like surface. 

Nature is profound.  We tree hug

and feel good but basically or in

reality can do nothing but like or

dislike it.  I like it in all of its forms. 

It is awesome to think that there

were glaciers where Lake Michigan

is now spectacularly showing itself. 

They slowly receded to where

they now exist far to the north. 

They did this all on their own. 

Man was not involved and couldn’t

have affected nature’s process even

if they had wanted to.  Nature is

unique and man has no influence over it. 

If man could cause a climate change

they could also reverse it.  Not too

long ago one of the founders of

Green Peace admitted that the

whole idea of their existence was a farce. 

Today Lake Michigan is at record heights. 

We accept it just as we do

the beautiful fall leaves changing color.

Stanski

October 23, 2020 ^

THE SWAMPERS

They stick together like

they’re solid groups,

But you know there are

crooks on both sides

Oh! La-De-La!

La-De-La-Da!

My heart cries out. 

Who are they?

Why are they and who

put them there for life?

And the people get taken in

They smile.  They smile

Yes, they smile

while getting screwed over

Screwed over by the people

who are serving for life

Term limits are talked about,

but it’s all just talk, but

Inside trading and payoffs

are real.  It is like eating dinner,

just hold out your plate

Why else do they serve

if not to become rich and

read speeches to constituents. 

Lies must be accurately told

They make their promises

with profundity.  Not backed

by singers or a band.  And

the people have eyes that

are glazed over, waiting for

the jerks to end.  They

know that it is another

lie fest, but these are their men.

The process stays the same

It is really just a game

The cry for money to stay

They already get millionaires pay

and benefits until they die

Are heroes in everyone’s eye

The agendas change, but

the parties stay the same

Held firmly in the greedy swamp

The authentic name of the game

Stanski

October 22, 2020

We may be living in a fractured world;

where truth can be locked down and

access to it taken away—controversial rules: 

Slide one-chaos-scratch; slide two-insignificant-

scratch; slide three-too risky-scratch. 

Should we scratch everything and go back

to day one-square on-one? 

Begin all over again? 

Sell snake-oil from wagons—

give false hope and make a few dollars? 

Minor in a way, but now our condition is major

where denial does not equate with truth and

an easy to flash smile while trotting onto

the stage with arms extended to embrace someone-

anyone-actually, because the candidate does not and

will not remember who he is touching or sniffing-

does not liberate the candidate from high crimes

and misdemeanors.  We are used to the lies and

denials and the big guy is running for president

with an agenda which will put this country in

a dangerous situation and basically bring us to

an end as we know it.  The media is compliant. 

All information, if bad for their man, is suppressed. 

There is no journalism.  The FBI is being questioned

in their complicity with the press.  It is hard to get

the truth exposed, but we find that which

President Trump was accused of is the very thing

that the Biden Family is guilty of and the issue is

left at that.  There is another debate and of course

a liberal moderator and rules that favor the liberal

candidate.  Remember when you vote because

your vote is important.  Do you want Donald Trump,

a flawed diamond, who has an unbelievable list of

accomplishments which is astonishing or would you

rather have Sleep Joe Biden who is not only a liar,

but a radical, corrupt, dangerous extremist, who

China will own.  It is our choice: 

Freedom or Communism.

Stanski

October 21, 2020 ^

OUT OF THE DARKNESS WILL COME THE TRUTH

Those who know go right on living and

keep on working doing what they

have to in order to survive. 

They sing out from

the depths of their souls;

notes evolve from conditions

which they know will remain

and their roles will be the same. 

They move silently between notes

finishing what they have been assigned to. 

They know the truth and operate

out of their own faith.  They trust in

a day of reckoning and patiently

advance from day to day. 

Those who listen carefully are overwhelmed

by the intensity of the thoughts and emotions

which are poured into the music. 

The note-men know and they try to show

that they are not eschewed by those who

hold the key to the locks on their chains. 

The music men live this jive day in and out

and at night try to rest their weary souls. 

They know love, honor and respect and

their actions are always expressing them for

they believe in putting their best foot forward. 

There is no validity for the ways they

are being treated, but they suffer with dignity,

knowing that there will be an end to it all. 

In the meantime they sing while going in

circles to nowhere.  They are laughed at when

they stop and ask for wages and told to

get on their way.  They changed horses

in the middle of the stream.  The promises

made were too good to resist;

(too good to be true) but, as is so often the case,

were just words used to convert the susceptible. 

The chance for the golden ring was worth going for

and now they know they made a bad choice. 

They were fed a line and now everything was going

to be fine.  Why couldn’t they see the obvious choice? 

Why couldn’t they remember that they had

been promised relief before?  The new agenda

sounds so good.  Will they fall for it one more time

or have they learned their lesson.  They keep on

singing from deep in their souls.  They know that

one good thing about music, when it hits you,

you feel no pain.  This time I pray that the rhythm

will not cast them out of the arena or reality. 

Aren’t they tired of perfect pebbles and isn’t it time

for them to embrace a flawed diamond?

Stanski

October 20, 2020 ^

Scientists, Psychologists, Poets and Priests all

have their take on what makes up our lives and

the natural or unnatural way in which we cope

with the many facets of life including success and

victory or abuse, alcoholism, addiction, rejection

and divorce.  No one person knows the answers. 

No collection of people can brainstorm and resolve

all issues in a Walt Whitman kind of way, where

everything in our lives interface—one thing causing

another, which leads to some other emotional crisis. 

Experts can speculate on issues or people with issues

and that may be good, but no two issues are the same;

no two people are the same and even Whitman

backtracked in his writing to accommodate the

current presentation at that point in time.

Man is complex with no two alike; even twins and

other family members are decidedly different. 

We are peculiar in that we like things to be

packaged and wrapped neatly so that no anxiousness

is involved.  Along the way various people have

come together and agreed to live under a set of rules

which are sound and agreed upon.  This is good and

still we have inequities and deviations from

the agreed rules.  Consequences do not guarantee

equal results and still the learned ones insist on

having the answers, but they don’t. 

The answer to life’s presentations lie within each of us;

in our sinews and marrow and our souls. 

Souls, which cannot make promises and are

Over-burdened or not burdened enough,

thus our responses vary and the poets, priests and

doctors of science cannot explain, but throw out

opinions which allow those annoyed with wrong doing

to drift over to victimhood, which solves nothing. 

In our spectrum of time, which is like a blink of the eye ,

there has been one man who has given us

the answer we are looking for and that answer

can be summed up in one word:  Love.

Stanski

October 19, 2020 ^

The truth is self-defeating if you are a liberal. 

It is tiresome to deal with.  There is so much at stake. 

Either Liberty or Communism, which some call socialism,

has to be chosen.  The question is huge.  The erudite,

who walk around smugly are liberal.  How intelligent

can they be, when they cannot see that the party,

which they once could be proud of, has been hijacked

by the socialists whose ultimate goal is to destroy

our country?  They want to change our Republic to

a Marxist Socialist Society.  All rights will disappear.

Misery will be administered equally. 

Our President is mocked and slandered at every turn.

The Russian Hoax was investigated by the Senate. 

He was exonerated.  The Mueller Investigation could

find no wrong and the Impeachment for an unimpeachable

offence failed.  He is an outsider and has been beat up by

Republicans, Democrats and the Media.  All he wanted was

to save the country for all of us.  He brought our country back. 

Just think of all he has accomplished, lifting all Americans. 

The Chinese Virus created a terrible pandemic and by closing

our country to China and Europe as quickly as he did he

saved over two million lives, but still gets blamed for everything

that went wrong and no credit for the things that went right. 

When George Floyd was murdered, the “Peaceful Demonstrations”

were led by the Black Lives Matter Socialist Group and Antifa. 

These groups are funded by George Soros, and the Hollywood Elites. 

They provided the tools for the destruction of the cities

that were destroyed, looted, burned and the injuries to

the innocent and the Police.  Then the liberals de-funded the Police.

They would re-imagine the way to keep their cities safe. 

The media let everyone know.  All you could hear was

the word re-imagine.  It was universally used.  Re-imagine, re-imagine,

re-imagine —No one could face the truth.  Lock-downs were not

the answer and contributed to the death count.  The liberals cried

out for the New Green Deal which would destroy the country

as well as bankrupt us, leaving us in dire shape.  They wanted to

reverse everything the Administration has done to make America

a safe, secure place which would be the last Bastian of hope for

the rest of the world. The liberals want to stop the tax breaks

which helped us all; take away our energy independence,

cause unemployment, and open our borders, with the promise

to provide food, shelter and health coverage to all the illegals. 

This should cause everyone to be alarmed.  The State would

take over education, your places of worship and even your homes. 

This is not Democrat versus Republican. It is more like life or death. 

How can those who loved John Kennedy not see this? 

How can they not see how great things were going

before the pandemic?  I am an independent deplorable. 

I have friends on the left and the right.  I can and do admit

that that the President is not perfect and has flaws, but looking at

what he has accomplished for us and the world in less than four years

while being harassed by Anti-Trumpers on both sides of the aisle

is amazing.  As Aristotle proclaimed:  I would rather have a

flawed diamond, than a perfect pebble.”  At every turn, Democrats,

Swamp-like Republicans, and fellow travelers in the media

have been scheming and devising to stop and even destroy this man.

Everyone should pray that we get the right outcome from this election.

Stanski

October 18, 2020 ^

How far are you going to run?

Because I don’t give a damn

I may be slower, but I’ll track you

Find out you’re what kind of man

Sure you talk loud as if that mattered

You are big, and bully when you can

But quiet down, when you meet a man

Who could brush you into a dust pan

Have you heard of kindness man?

Have you heard of love?

Not too bad of a combination

Will take you far, if you don’t ration

Look me in the eye, if you’re not a coward

I can lead you to new heights

The journey will not be an easy one

You’ll have your share of fights

And find out that times have changed

We abide by law and order

And yes you are a big man

No guarantee that you’ll be bolder

Just stay in line; behave

Follow the path made by others

Don’t seek credit, just for being

You’re one of us; we all have mothers

Try to be real; try to touch

Make and effort; it isn’t much

Go uphill man; a difficult go

Show your courage; take a punch

Victory is personal and not make believe

You are the only one you can deceive

Hang in there; you’re on the right level

Move fast; away from the clutch of the devil

Stanski

October 15, 2020 ^

How far are you going to run?

Because I don’t give a damn

I may be slower, but I’ll track you

Find out you’re what kind of man

Sure you talk loud as if that mattered

You are big, and bully when you can

But quiet down, when you meet a man

Who could brush you into a dust pan

Have you heard of kindness man?

Have you heard of love?

Not too bad of a combination

Will take you far, if you don’t ration

Look me in the eye, if you’re not a coward

I can lead you to new heights

The journey will not be an easy one

You’ll have your share of fights

And find out that times have changed

We abide by law and order

And yes you are a big man

No guarantee that you’ll be bolder

Just stay in line; behave

Follow the path made by others

Don’t seek credit, just for being

You’re one of us; we all have mothers

Try to be real; try to touch

Make and effort; it isn’t much

Go uphill man; a difficult go

Show your courage; take a punch

Victory is personal and not make believe

You are the only one you can deceive

Hang in there; you’re on the right level

Move fast; away from the clutch of the devil

Stanski

October 15, 2020 ^

I saw her in church resembling

a queen with a glittering crown.

Oh!  I could love that lady; I wonder

if she could call me her own?

She glittered like stars in the night,

A soft enchanting light.  I thought

and finally wrote her a note:  “On

the ocean, with you, I could float.”

She shook her head; it was not to be.

Her plans were cemented

and didn’t include me.  I felt bad;

had given it my best

now I would lay down my

head and give it a rest

my mind wandered; asked

what could have been?

My fluttering stopped

I reconciled to what is

There would be no walking

through grains of sand; through

streams of water with feelings so grand

If I did take that walk it would be alone

I then viewed an eagle almost full grown

Whose everyday existence was different,

but this is the way of nature

thinking of myself—

I must be more mature

I saw a stick in the sand—

crooked and long

Looked at all the twists and turns

Still it was smooth like the skin of a baby

Variation is an important part of life

There are a lot of yes, no’s and maybe’s

That is life in a nutshell;

so clear to understand

Everything doesn’t go

by design on this land

So we float, bob and weave

and we pay the rent

I was changed by meditation;

By a magic current

Stanski

October 14, 2020 ^

The fragrance of burning leaves was not to be on this day.

It was windy and raining, but the beautiful leaves with all

their color took me to those peaceful days when you

gathered up the leaves with brooms, rakes and even your legs,

swooshing them into a pile and then setting them on fire. 

Everyone would watch, avoid the smoke and seemingly

be amazed that another year had gone by. 

The color this year was spectacular and every shade from

green to deep red was present.  We watched and talked;

watched and thought.  The year had been and is surreal

with the Chinese Virus still a concern especially for the

older ones amongst us.  Facial masks are prevalent and

the various reports about effectiveness were confusing. 

Everyone hoped they were doing the right thing. 

The world is never at a standstill and we basically,

collectively never move in the same direction. 

We all have opinions based on our own study and experience,

but still seem to herd and have a herd mentality. 

Big ideas, often not executed, are reduced like

the pile of leaves which are turning to ashes

right before our eyes.  Nothing gets settled and

principles remain strong.  Many leaves remain to be gathered,

many will just scatter as will good ideas,

although ideas do not depend on the season. 

The individual remains the individual and our condition

and world condition is dependent on the sum-total of

the ideas and efforts or lack thereof.  There will be many

leaf fires and the fragrances will vary as will their intensity.

So it is with our many discussions, especially on a rainy, windy day

Stanski

October 14, 2020 ^