Month: January 2021

 
 

 My friends, I’ve taken the blame
 For all the failures coming from me
 I’ve done my best and I’ll let it rest
 And work my life toward liberty
 So many are in denial
 Truth can be evasive
 I bow my head and plod forward
 Develop theories that are creative
 There are mysteries that have answers
 But they are hidden from the best of mankind
 So excuses and diversion come to cover up
 We are left in wonder with hope left to find
 But hope can be listless; no answers apparent
 We struggle, proceed ---the present eases with logic
 Alone are we in a world turned upside down
 Only to determine that we have a new project
 Basically we desire the state of peace
 We pray to God for some relief
 But know there are symptoms of decay
 And in that situation we find our grief
 Now is not the time to let up ---
 Egregious followers keep raising their flag
 They are in denial but think they are right
 Like characters proclaiming the ease of the plague
 Truth, my friends, never deviates
 We keep progressing in spite of the odds
 And proclaim victory over the disdained
 Thanking profusely our Sacred God
  
 Steve Haarman aka Stanski
 January 11, 2021 ^  
 
 

 
 
 
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You can trick me, my friend

It will not be the first time

I have been around for a while

No misery can hide my smile

I took the look; my bearings shook

But I settled down to rebut you

I know the breakers of the rule

You know I am not a fool

Beating me down makes me sigh

When I am broken I rise

Possibilities exist up to the skies

You showed me the worst in man

I’ll introduce you to the best I can

Goodness is so superlative and

Disruption has a few, but very few fans

I know the way; I have been shown

Glory is unrivaled; it is so renowned

Ego and condescension ends in abuse

Look me in the eye; I will call the truce

But you think you are not a fool, don’t you

I will come down on the side of love

Others are determined to run from terror

Look at the choices; then look at the dove

What are the fools doing laying on the floor?

My friend you can count on me

Do you have anyone guarding the door?

I’ll be coming down on the side of mercy

Watch for me, won’t you?

Within me the Spirit moves

Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 10, 2021 ^

There is thought of change

Because you resist the conventional

Others may be disappointed in you

Unable to fully understand

There are different strokes

As the old saying goes

We all learn our own ways

Being true to your self can be good

No one has any idea of

Who they influence and inspire

Changing when you are fine

Is not the thing to desire

Your truth in action, in being

Is more than what it seems, to

Those who may doubt you

You cannot worry or be in a hurry

To try to change so as to please

It is they who have to seize

The chance to tell you to carry on

The way you do because it suits you

Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 9, 2021 ^

Telephone notes

Overdue bills

   Add to clutter

Looking like a power pole

In Chinatown

Dirty clothes

   And ashtrays

Dripping faucets

Rust-stained shower with

   No clean towels

Kitchen sink full

   Of dirty dishes

Refrigerator empty

   With no hope of refill

Glass in side door

   Patched with duct-tape

Covered with weather-proof

   Plastic tacked in with carpet nails

Parents have been gone for how long?

   Too long is the answer

No chance on getting them back

Died with tears in their eyes

   And with broken hearts

Although not from pain, but

   Disappointment in not

Having claim to success

   In their effort to

Teach esteem and reliability

Self-respect was a foreign word

Laundry room full

   Of everything but

Soap and bleach

   Dryer without vent

Clothes just lay there

   No hope of seeing them clean

      Know what I mean?

This thing I’m on has to stop

   And let me off

No need to be this way

   Turn it around or

Start on fresh ground

   Which may not be better

Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 8, 2021 ^

Three inches of light snow

Waiting to be shoveled

Only to clear a path to the bird feeder

Adeptly I one-hand it using my foot as an aid

Carry in my other hand apple peels, scraps and

A container of nuts and seeds which I empty

Into the feeder spreading the rest down below

The deer usually come there to look for scattered seed

Tonight there are two and the big one finds the peels

Cortland and Macintosh taste pretty good

The yearling just watches

Rules are rules and you don’t mess with the big guy

Especially while eating is going on

The ever vigilant deer get spooked and run away

Several minutes later they return

The big one finishes the scraps and moves on

There is no compassion for the other

Who went without

Survival of the fittest is the rule of this realm

One wonders why they care when they watch this behavior

Guilt can settle in if you make no attempt to share

The deer have no capacity for this feeling

Enough given for an army of two and only one benefits

No thanks are offered, no nods of appreciation

Tomorrow they will return and scratch and dig

They will not feel disappointment when nothing is there, but

Just move on to survive somewhere

We treat each other graciously at times

But you can see anger and meanness

Certain rights have been assumed and then trampled

By someone who feels more deserving

Life goes on and I need not worry

There are things you cannot control

I will perform as well as I can without

Treading on anyone’s dreams

 Steve Haarman aka Stanski

 January 7, 2021 ^

I look at the picture

Someone’s abstract

A bird-man standing

Proud look on face

I recognize order

Good colors

An objective effort

Very creative

It lifts me up

Something I need

Depression is bad

As is election fraud

How can it happen?

Rigged voting machines

Suitcases full of phony ballots

Mailed out ballots by decree

Dead people voting

Soldier’s votes not counted

It breaks my morale

My confidence is low

I am not a thief

Cannot tolerate lies

Corruption prevails

No scarecrows

Or attack dogs

Just the controllers

I look at another abstract

An old western town

The usual chaos

Women in windows

Men in saloons

A feeling of fear

The edge of violence

History repeats

Peace is denied

Must we live this way?

Locusts plague Eastern Africa

Most farms ruined

China plagues the world

Plausible deniability

Governors rule by fiat

Many deaths

God help us

Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 6, 2021 ^

Some think it is easy to sit and

Put words down on paper to

Teach or inspire as would a muse

Fascinate in a rhythmic way

Tell a story in a form that rhymes and

Do it well every line, every time

If that were the way who would refuse

To take a shot at it?  What could they lose?

That, however, is not the case and

When I walk down the hall to my place

I walk by artistic expressions of the

Human face, which hang on the wall

The energy I feel, the creativity and passion

Are enough to silently challenge me

By Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 5, 2021 ^

Many are called who hear the sound

Of those calling out hoping to be found

But every action has some price

Who will pay and what will suffice?

The works of those on the right track

Who answer this call with no looking back?

Will they pay the piper when he looks for us?

And if he did would that be a plus?

Hard as it seems, there is an answer

Service to others, we would like to advance here

Rulers may lord, but we must serve

Tyrants will laugh, but we’ll not be unnerved

Who will sit in the highest glory?

Responders to the call:  end of story

By Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 4, 2021 ^

I see a blank canvas

Also an artist preparing

With his brushes and oils

Not in a hurry, as though

Trying to delay, for he

Does not know what the

Outcome will be.  It will

Come to him as he begins

I look at a blank page

As a poet preparing to fill it

With lines that are meaningful

I am not in a hurry, but rather

Adjusting my seating and

Thinking of a line to begin with

One finally comes; so I begin

The artist has various strokes

He uses many colors, as artists do

His work will be abstract for

As he continues to layer his acrylics

There is no definition on the canvas

But balance exists and a feeling of peace

My words slowly form in my mind

I type them out as quickly as I can

I have an idea that my muse will be about truth

I write about truth often and find

Many aspects of it, especially today

The absence of it in the media

There is no journalism to speak of

But many commentators reading

The same story using the same words

It is almost hilarious if it weren’t so serious

The artist stoops and sets his brushes down

He looks at his work on the canvas

Stands back and views is from a distance

Comes back, picks up his brush and adds

A flair here and there enhancing his work

He does this several times as though

Creativity synapses are volleying in his brain

He is finally satisfied and signs his name

He has found his truth just as

I have finished with my musing

I sign my name to my abstract

Hoping my readers will understand

     Steve Haarman aka Stanski

     January 3, 2021 ^

Evening falls early

Dark skies

Occasional sunset with

Magical coloring

Paints trees and towers

Freeing us of any thought

Leaving us alone with wonder

Reflection on childhood

And neighborhood friends

Who amongst them

Would you like to share

All that nature has brought you

The dreaming then of

These possibilities

Where would they be

And what do they see

As they look out at

Nature’s scene and

Could they possibly

Every think of me

My laughs and screams

No guessing

Or worries

We take what is here

Wish everyone well

What we had is gone

We wandered on

By chance or plan

What we have is here

Not in yesteryear

The past was good

Today has new needs

Provided by us and

Our new family of

Dreaming friends

By Steve Haarman aka Stanski

January 2, 2021 ^