Month: October 2020

Ancient, recent, and words not recorded

I wonder about the sum-total meaning,

And the influence they have or may have had

One sees a world in constant conflict

Has there ever been a period of peace?

We know about 3500 years of history

Less than 300 have been at peace

Millions have been killed in the 20^th century

How much genius was eliminated by death,

before it could be brought to fruition?

It is amazing that potential brilliance was lost

Minds with answers were destroyed in wars

Our constitution has been working for many years.

History shows that it has been chipped over

the years in ways that did not seem too dangerous

There are mechanisms built into the document

which has kept it flexible to our advantage

We have politicians who are ignoring it.

They wish to replace our inalienable rights to

life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness with

Socialism which provides everything equally

To everyone without any accounting about

How this could possible come to pass. 

They want open borders, health care, education,

Food and housing for everyone for free

These would be basic rights provided by

The Marxist Socialist government which

Has never worked wherever tried

The ancients, I am sure, would question

The possibility of socialism working

Recently a Green Peace Founder proclaimed

The whole movement was a farce, an operation

Designed to enrich those involved.  We watch

California burn and wonder why.  Millions of

Gallons of water go into the ocean to save a

Delta smelt and salmon runs.  This, at what

cost to agriculture.  How have we gone so wrong?

The erudite:  So wrong; so foolish

Stanski

October 13, 2020 ^

Around supper hour

Marking the end of day

A lot of scampering takes place

Because there was too much play

Sweeping under the proverbial rug

We pout and point

Exclaim:  Not enough work and

Just look at this joint

We all suffer that feeling

A personal form of guilt

Then we try to tear apart

What someone else has built

We neglected what we had to do

Took a needless trip into town

Thought there’s always tomorrow

Why let this get me down

There are still a few hours

Before we go to bed

Pare the chore list to where

We’re in the black and not the red

Tomorrow will be a much better

We will start with new resolve

Outcomes will be splendid

Today’s neglect will be absolved

And back to hunger pangs

Do we know what they are?

We live in luxury and excess

Compared to real strife

There is nothing close to par

Our discards would be treasures

So easy for us to provide if only

We give up some of our pleasures

Truth is the startling arbitrator

From it we cannot hide

We know the things we must do

If the hungry are to survive

What do we have to lose?

When we have such excess

If we faced these precious souls

Would we not hold and caress?

Stanski on October 12, 2020 ^

Well, Gigi Lynn,

I have to ask

is this the beginning?

or is this the end?

I can see you, if I wish,

scurrying around. 

Trying to make do,

but never satisfied

with your talents. 

Your best will never do

and the praise expected

drifts away. 

You do not hear it

as others will say,

you need your glory,

your identity

and so you are leaving

to find it some place new. 

So long, Gigi Lynn,

what a time it has been. 

The one who has

sacrificed for you

watches you walk away. 

There are angels with him

wondering, while they

are humming, Gigi Lynn

don’t walk away. 

What are you looking for

Recognition?  That should

come naturally.  To chase

after it is a sin against pride.

To just be you would never do,

So you have to improvise.

Make up your line and

then extrapolate.  Make

your story bigger than life

and expand it as you will,

but for whose sake?

Remember that the angels

will know the truth when

you meet them at the gate.

Stanski

October 11, 2020

I am here to entertain you,

something that I love to do

and while I’m on the subject of love,

I love being here with you. 

How many years has it been? 

I think its at least more than a few,

but it’s good to see you, my friends

and I have a story for you. 

I lost in a recent love affair,

knowing that, l take all blame,

and feel that you might care when

the vows of silence disappear. 

Four wonderful years;

through good and bad,

the downs did not last;

we were filled with highs.  

Our spirits kept noble

even when sad; our time

went beyond dreams;

very few negative sighs. 

My friends you know the story,

I’m just sharing mine with you. 

I gave her the best four years of her life;

she answered  with a hard hitting boom. 

I don’t blame her, she was injured,

a scalp wound she chose to ignore. 

Then serious conditions developed;

she would be needing surgery. 

The MRI’s priming her to be a victim and more. 

Allergies to her medication fractured her spirit;

gave her the courage to want to leave me. 

What can I say, my friends, I pleaded,

I should have been more patient. 

Not being a doctor I still sensed bi-polar. 

Cut off and hurt I felt her salience. 

That is my song for you my friends. 

It is a verse that goes to music. 

Sing your song when your heart aches;

drop your interest in all who are fakes.  

Don’t let them lead you on

Thanks so much for listening to me

You have been such a light

I can also say delight

You share and I share, sadly though

What we share is heartfelt misery

Stanski on October 10, 2020 ^

You know I remember many things and I for sure remember,

when we first met romantically at that bar on South Division,

in Grand Rapids, with your friends who called you “Chipper”,

because of your laugh. That never stuck with me.  I called you

Carol, Love or Lovie and that seemed to cover it all.

I arrived late, for I had been working and had just closed up at 9 P.M.,

a half hour away.  You made room for me to squeeze in beside you,

held on to me, and I knew my life was over as I had known it. 

Your moves were like a proposal and all I could say was yes. 

The diamond would have to wait.  Next it was when we would

be married and how many children we would have.  We started

with the idea of twelve and ended up with six, which turned out

to be exciting enough for us.  We found our farm gothic home

in the country on five acres of land.  It was a big place,

5000 square feet and would take a lot of work,

about 30 years’ worth to bring the house up to speed. 

It had been built between 1840 and 1850.  I worked on

the project when I wasn’t at the store, while you taxied

the children to their schools and then to the extra-curricular events

they chose:  Dance classes, gymnastics practice and events, cross-country and

swimming meets and later the Lacrosse practice and meets.

We didn’t have any close by neighbors so the siblings connected with

each other.  It wasn’t all bad by any means.

We built a basketball court and an in-ground swimming pool. 

We had cross country skiing, hiking and rope swinging, built

forts in the woods behind the house and tended gardens.

We built a stone hedge around the west side of the house

which was the front side and formal entrance. That took one whole summer.

We had one wedding at the home on a beautiful June day. 

The work on the house ended just as we became empty nesters. 

We came to the Upper Peninsula and found “The Shack”

on Lake Michigan which we visited about one weekend

a month for five years and then moved in permanently. 

We built a bigger home on that site; finished at Thanksgiving in 2003. 

Carol loved the water and walked the beach often, collecting glass.

We had the chance to visit all of our children once or twice a year. 

We had forty-six years together before she died of cancer in

November of 2010.  Now I am left with many memories. 

I know she cherished her time on the Big Lake                            

We had an exciting run and would do it all over again. 

She was a happy person, gave comfort to many,

and added to the beauty about her.

Stanski

October 9, 2020

I feel for the poor—I read their stories—

Dictators get in the way of what could be their glory. 

Many people are wanting to help but their help goes in vain. 

Those power hungry control freaks ruin every line of hope. 

The faith of the downtrodden, who seem to be slowly dying

is greater than any faith I have had. 

I learn from them as I give to them and

I think my reward is the greatest. 

They believe in Jesus, while I take His love for granted. 

Their deep faith sustains them as they make

their soup out of semi-potable water, weeds and grass. 

Their children are dying of malnutrition;

they sleep in a make-shift shelter. 

The mother, with her deep faith,

watches for poisonous spiders and snakes. 

How deep her faith; how deep her faith. 

She has faith in her redeemer. 

Her condition and that of her children seems hopeless,

but prayer and faith is her major tradition. 

We have no cause to complain, but sometimes

we feel we have it bad.  If the situations were reversed—

we would understand the meaning of sadness. 

So now, all we can do is keep emptying ourselves for them—

the beautiful children of Jesus, whose life has been so grim. 

I, too, pray to Jesus to watch over these precious beings. 

Give them a room in your mansion, dear Father.

They deserve the best; they haven’t failed. 

They have lived and died with passion; never having any doubt in You

Stanski

October 7, 2020

One wrote that I tend to read through

the lens of my experience, dreams and

prejudices, but they try to pull items

from what they read that are relevant

to making them a better person. 

I experience without reading;

I dream and act on my dreams;

and have few prejudices except

against those who are not truthful

and those who advocate Marxist

Socialism which will leave everyone

in an equal state of misery.  Is this love?

However, I still associate with those who

have the leftist’s views.  I believe in prayer

and pray that my dreams come true. 

I pray that the leftist media will listen

carefully to the answers given by

the Press Secretary Kayleigh Mcenany

which are beautiful answers to questions

which are stacked against what our

President is doing or planning to do

and have an agenda to foil the President

and make him fail.  My friend will never

read of the many great accomplishments

of this man, whom I call a flawed diamond,

because the media, an arm of the liberal party,

will never print them.  Is this love?

There is without doubt a double standard. 

I can only conclude that the negative news

from which he pulls items to make him

a better person actually make him

an advocate for evil unless he feels

socialism is righteous.  I feel that the Pope

advocates socialism and I totally disagree

with him.  I do not know what he reads, but

I know that it has never worked wherever

it has been tried.  Is this love.

I point to Cuba and Venezuela as recent examples. 

My dreams are to help the Haitians and others

and somehow lead them to rid their countries

of dictators.  The Pope is good with man rules

and writes them in Encyclicals four inches thick. 

Jesus taught LOVE, just a four letter word.

Stanski

October 6, 2020 ^

Thinking back when my bride and I were

Traveling to see our children, all of whom,

Were living west of the Mississippi River, we

Tended to take the same route over to Fargo

About forty-five minutes north and west of Duluth

There was a place where we planned to get

An ice cream cone.  This particular year it was closed.

I looked at her and she looked at me and I cannot

Repeat the disparaging words we used. 

We were going to miss out on our treat.

I looked at her and said, “I love you,

you are the greatest ever—and such

a wonderful mother; I am so glad we are together.”

Then I said, “You are my queen—I am a lucky man.”

She said, “Let’s go find some ice cream, before

I go completely mad.”  We found our treat and

then continued to the place we stayed in Walker,

Minnesota.  We had pizza and wine, watched TV;

cleaned up our mess, showered and slept.

We took this trip many times over the years.

It was just like a dream.  Too much to detail.

The most meaningful part of life for me and

now it is over, but if I had a chance I would do it

all over again.  You were my queen and

I would dress you in your colors:  Gold, purple and

Magenta.

Stanski

October 6, 2020 ^

I know I want peace on earth

The peace that was meant to be

If only everyone could follow the precepts

We would have it as solid as mahogany

What is color?  I love beautiful blacks

And how do you define beauty

It is abstract like the color of spring

Let go of all the perceived limitations

Listen for the church bells to ring

Who do they ring for—Christ our King

How does He differentiate—He knows

Every sparrow; every hair on every head

Who did He admonish, along with His Father?

Just the idolaters who forgot His thinking

Everyone—listen—let us come together

Hebrews, Armenians, Turks and the like

He knows you like He knows every feather

He laid down the basic commandment

A simple word spelled LOVE

The creator gave us free will, so

Naturally we can disagree, but the

Underlying fact is that you can run

But not hide—follow this simple rule

Then we can all abide—abide—abide

No one will be seeking power, but falling

To their knees to serve and the out coming

Joy of this act is so easy to observe

To dominate brings hatred—a tool of a fool

And hatred upsets the cartwheel

Throws us all into a perilous pool

The opposite of what we should want

Demeans the role of the Jesus—our ultimate servant

Stanski

October 6, 2020 ^

You know what it is

Don’t even ask the question

The direction you took

Protected behind your Bastian

All doing well; couldn’t stop spending

Then one by one you saw your luck fade

The god’s of Jupiter and Mars

Said, “Son, it’s the end of the parade.”

Welcome, welcome; come in off the steps

I hold no judgement just wish you the best

After that journey to nowhere

Your body and soul need some rest

So lay down; take my big bed

Think about things; even begin to sing

Songs uplifting, like the fresh air will

Lift a bird with a wounded wing

You are mine my son; mean the world to me

The heavenly Father gave me a precious gift

I can tell you the number of times I fell

But was never left to rot in a ditch

We work together; we learn

Our ways of doing—are no major concern

It is where we are headed and the path we take

And using all the lessons we’ll learn

Stanski

October 5. 2020 ^