Month: November 2020

I believe in God.

A strong belief, even though

I cannot see Him; touch Him

or hear His perceived stern but gentle voice

Of my own life, I do not know what to believe. 

I am like a blade of grass, a leaf, a grain of sand

I basically endure what life throws at me

And have never failed to step up to the plate

I have suffered losses and success and

have never become bewildered because

I believe and know there will be a tomorrow

I don’t believe in softness and with

any victory I do not shed the hollowness

which I feel as an individual because

I know that I am basically insignificant

and arrogance, should I have that,

could lead to complacency and indifference

But I did what I did and still do without

waving or keeping score.  I made

my decisions and am accountable whether

I meant them or thought about them twice

It is all history now and looking back I wonder

what happened because I flourished, without

drama or purpose, just because I felt what

I was doing was right.  Like the grains of sand

on the beach, I endured

Stanski

November 20, 2020 ^

Teacher Unions demand more money

But the teachers refuse to go back to work.

The Chinese Virus is the excuse

The union wants total control

No charter schools, no private or

Parochial schools.  They have a

Marxist agenda; are against

The nuclear family and want to

Control what is being taught

And on what schedule

Who wins and who loses?

A question not hard to answer

The Blacks whose lives do matter

Are diminished as they are sent to

The worst schools which have no valid

Expectations from them.  Many never

Graduate.  They miss the father figure

In their lives and mothers are rewarded

When they have more children

Teachers have little say

They are issued orders

Union bosses benefit as they are

In charge of the money

We are dumbing down our students

And indoctrinating them at the same time

Who knows what to think?

Not the discouraged parents or frustrated teachers

We are stuck for now until we can

At last, drain the swamp

Stanski

November 20, 2020 ^

The yard was under my care

Offered my help in the house

When it came to the garden

I did not tend the flowers of the season

Sometime I fertilized and watered

When they drooped I snipped them off

Otherwise the deer did the sculpting

My bride loved to read and knit

She also took pride in sewing

Put her Bernina to heavy duty work

She was a great cook and

Had her famous dishes

Today the children say they are making

Mom’s lasagna, mac and cheese or taco soup

When I moved large rocks in the yard

She would point to where they should go

Her caring was sincere and she loved to laugh

She would have been 79 this year

Stanski

November 19, 2020

Come in my friend. 

You look cold and depressed. 

Let me get you a warm drink

and let us sort things out. 

I have my music.  I have a few chords,

but enough to get by. 

I will share with you and listen when

you have something to say or confess. 

There is a lack of love in the market place. 

A lot of disinformation exists

and many believe it. 

This, in a sense, takes away their liberty. 

We don’t want this, friend.

It is the opposite of what people need. 

They want respect and encouragement,

one of my chords.  So many are out there

doing good word, good deeds and doing

them quietly and privately, not wanting

recognition for these specific actions. 

This is another chord.  You don’t need rejection,

but rather the feeling of belonging. 

Opportunity, too, is important and

I know that you are aware of this. 

A lot of opportunity exists and

we should not be afraid to

step up and take action. 

Sometimes our need for security

gets in the way of our moving on this,

my friend, but if we don’t take action

we will eventually lose our security on

a permanent basis and live in fear. 

Rather we need accomplishment and

with that will come a little recognition

which we all need.  We can bring about

a peaceful society. Another one of my chords,

we need the hand of the One who sacrificed

His life for us.  It is the harboring of this truth on

a continual basis that is so important. 

You will be uplifted and kept warm,

my friend and I hope you liked my music.

Stanski

November 18, 2020 ^

I sit with a wondering mind waiting for words to come

that will bring fresh air to what I write.  We are in what

appears to be a divided country, but it is not an equal division. 

There are many empty heads walking around oblivious to what is

taking place in their community, local schools and government. 

They appear to have no interest or are just content to live

their life as they have been with no apparent purpose. 

For many it is just meal to meal, watch television shows and

go to bed.  Some are slowly indoctrinated and are only aware of

the last thing they have read.  Many tend to be on the left because

they were good union people and followed directions accordingly. 

Now they automatically vote for those on the left without

giving it much thought.  Others vote for the left because

their family has always voted for the Democrats for generations. 

The same goes for those on the right.  They do not realize that

the two parties are not the same today as they were sixty years ago.

A good share of the congressional people who represent us are

members of the swamp.  They have sold their souls in the most

discrete way for financial gain which come with an attachment—

that is they have an obligation to their benefactors.  There are

many people who have drifted away from their party affiliations

and are voting according to their conscience.  They are called

Bible-thumping, Gun-clingers and Deplorable, but they are

the majority.  They want border security, the constitution,

a small Federal Government, a strong Military and low taxes. 

They desire equal opportunity for all and are respectful of others rights.

My yearning is for a drained swamp, prosecution of the criminals and

a separation into two political parties which basically have

the same goals but differ in the way to achieve them. 

I also yearn for schools of choice which avoid indoctrination

but teach the constitution and our history accurately.

The students are enclosed in a small space and no two are alike.

They learn in different ways and may be bored within a short time.

To teach effectively is not an easy task and to drift away and

give up on your purpose happens as we review test results.

We have many broken systems to fix in this country and

Socialism is not a valid option.

Stanski

November 17, 2020 ^

We are two different people, as it should be,

and love brought us together to connect and

share our beings with each other and

you needed attention and care and

I was the one who could provide this and

give you stability and some of the best years

of your life and my life, too, as far as that goes. 

We shared our tears, our laughs, our writings

and we read together or alone and traveled to

areas previously unknown and

everything was grand and when we returned

we had plenty to do.  I worked and provided  

an art room for you and I laugh when

I think of all the storage room I provided

which never seemed to be enough as clutter

seemed to be your inspiration and you

completed many pieces of beautiful

abstract art, much of it from materials

that nature provided and I kept busy

with my landscape work and contentment

existed.  I cooked for you, cleaned for you,

washed your clothes, knowing it helped you

with your pain and depression and I sang

my songs for you and continued to love you

and still do even though your head injury

changed everything and your imagination

went wild.  You felt, because of your

brain chemistry, that I would be happier

without you.  Your mind made this up and

as days went by you extrapolated your story

and during the years we were seeing doctors

and getting you back on your feet you made

your resolve that your condition was

everybody’s fault but your own, and

then saw to it that we would part. 

You broke your covenant to me and

with it took a piece of my heart. 

You said you were the light but never took

the time to overcome my darkness,

no you never took the time to overcome

my darkness.  We had a unique kinship,

a once in a lifetime affair and you,

yes I say you, let it slip away like

the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Stanski on November 16, 2020 ^

Hello my friend.  It doesn’t matter

that I call you friend does it? 

I know we are not well acquainted

but we come from the same soil. 

We are companions in a way and

would look after each other in our

own way if something were to happen

and you would see that I cared and

most likely the same would be true of you. 

So we are friends and now

what are we going to do? 

A celebration you say and

I think that is great, but on what day and

who will we invite to this festive occasion? 

You say I should invite all whom I know

and you will do likewise.  We will fill

the old armory, have music, wine and food

and introduce everyone and things will

never be the same and the event will

become legend and next year at

the appropriate time we will do the same thing. 

The armory will be too small.  We will need

the football stadium or somewhere along the beach

where we will tell our stories and hold on to each other,

spreading the bond of human love.  We will try

our best to make sure that no one is left behind and

this will go on each year until you and I, friend,

are no longer here and surely because

our love for others is gone.  The festival

will slowly disappear and the soil will consume

us and we will return to the dust that we were

and in the spirit world we may reacquaint and

express our feelings on what we caused and

have a good laugh and consider it all a dream.

Stanski

November 16, 2020 ^

THE GULLIVER RODIN

No one, I was told, liked candy or animal crackers

or Oreo’s with orange colored filling. 

The candy was the fall Halloween style candy and

the yellow, orange, and white corn that everyone loves. 

I filled my round bowl in an artistic way. 

All the items were sectioned off and

the resulting composition looked like

a Rodin sculpture, almost. 

No one cared for the ingredients of the bowl

and I want to mention that they all claimed

not to like sweets.  The evening progressed

with dinner, (A Jack’s Pizza), along with red wine

and little by little the sculptured art work

made up of the afore-mentioned candy and cookies

dwindled in size and at evening’s end

I had four empty wine bottles, plates and forks

along with used cloth napkins plus an absent “Rodin”

The dish that denial had enhanced was

reduced to emptiness.  I turned it over. 

It had been made in Spain and was mustard yellow

on the outside and sweet potato bronze on the inside. 

Everyone remarked on its beauty and proclaimed

that it would be useful as a serving dish of some kind

I thought their insight was spectacular

Stanski

November 11, 2020 ^

We cannot redo what we have done wrong,

but lessons can be learned. 

It is foolish to get into conflict

unless dangerous violations can be confirmed. 

When accused of violence

that we have imposed

We climb up on our high horse,

forgetting about the lashing of slaves

We are all aware of cruelty

and of our need for power and

When we are accused of greed or violation

we present ourselves as a flower

Why we are this way is the question?

When there is room for everyone

and all opinions have purpose

Even those that oppose your own

We violate our own beliefs

just for the purpose of being right

Then make a vow of humility

and find ourselves in another fight

We try to climb the mountain and

find another mountain beyond

If we succeed what does it matter?

When we leave so many behind

No lessons to teach; we have reached freedom

But emptiness has a way of settling in

We thought we discovered all the answers

But really didn’t discover anything

Wasted efforts and potential

My friends, we can be so much better

We cannot be happy if we’re not givers

But without your care I guess it doesn’t matter

Stanski

November 16, 2020 ^

There is no neon

Where I live

No distractions

Of any kind

I see bill boards

Now and then, but

No distraction

Can’t remember

What they said

And anyway

They’re not close

More like far away

Last night though

The full moon

Had its way with me

Got me to thinking

About important things

Like that lady sleeping

Next to me

And all the promises

I’ve made

Whether or not

I’m up to grade

The noise then made

By the wind blended

With her gentle snores

Makes me realize

She’s sleeping well anyway

And will wake up happy

Can’t ask for more than that

And she was joyous

Right up to the end

When the angels came

And took her away

Stanski

November 15, 2020