WILL THE BELL RING

Everything is going to be all right
Fight on everybody
Keep the enemy in sight
We have to stay here
For so many years
Gives us time to contemplate
Tell each other lies
Live our secret lives
Time will have a way of flying
Everything will be all right
We’ll fight amongst ourselves
Never looking for victory
Just a little more land
A little more territory
We’re going to be all right
The end is getting closer
It is nearly in our sight
Give up on the false gods
Obey the One we know is true
Then we’ll sing our songs
It takes courage to walk away
Or maybe foolishness
It takes courage to walk back
Or maybe the need for forgiveness
At least we’re beginning to grow
There are still bells to ring
Let’s listen to their sound
Forget
About climbing the mountain
And there may be a crack in the bell
Let your heart run free
We’re getting there
Just wait and see

Stanski
May 1, 2021 ^

BYRDS FRIEND

Tell me another lie
Joe-Joe
There is no reason
We can’t do this
Whisper softly
This is the USA
Where everything
Is possible
If only we unite
Come together
Work together
Then
Everything is going
To be all right
Smile, Joe-Joe
Your famous flash
Then get serious
This is for all of us
Where were you
Don’t tell me
The Crime Bill
One thing
You accomplished
To help those
You profess to love
While patting your way
With a velvet glove
Let’s work together
For all the people
And, oh my gosh
I don’t mean to be rash
Don’t forget your mask

Stanski
May 1, 2021 ^

RESPECT

Respect
I suspect
Is a foreign word
Goodness
Is undone
Because Pablum won
The courts 
Were not blind
How sublime
They didn’t know
Couldn’t show
Partisanship 
Self-worship
Or something worse
The devil’s curse

A useful idiot
Comes into power
Lack of cognizance 
Such a sorrow
Respect
I love the word
A bird cracking seed
Is that absurd
No not at all
Let us not cancel
Except for comrade
Napoleon Fauci
That would not be a pity
No respect for him
A deceitful man
But them again
I will pray for him, too

Stanski
April 30, 2021 ^

LEARNING

The sun tonight
Once more spectacular
A gift from God
For us to appreciate
A blue sky meets
The steel gray of
An inland sea
Breath taking

We say
Thank you, Father
All of our gifts
Come from You
Your Son told us
To love one another
He gave us the tools
Told us where to go

When we have 
Been gifted
We have the obligation
To give back
Not until it hurts
But until it feels good

My heroes follow
This sage advice
We love the stars
The night sky
A full moon
But regret the fact
That we collectively
Neglect our duties
To each other

Stanski
April 30, 2021 ^

BIG GOVERNMENT

Where has all the money gone?
500 million to Solyndra 
Millions gone to schools
But where has it gone
Big time ideas
Going nowhere
But
This is nothing new
Control is the name
And please
Don’t resist

Government grows
In size
And their stupidity
Is just a ploy
To lead us into socialism
Instead we should
Reduce government
Put growth in the hands
Of the citizens

Instead we lock them down
Getting them used
To being controlled
Put an end to
Programs that worked
Lie about climate
And green energy
Costing billions and providing
Just a small percent

We are being indoctrinated
Baa, baa, baa

Stanski
April 30, 2021

THE BIG GUY

You may speak softly
But a lie is still a lie
You may think you are
A special entity
But your soul will speak
May speak loudly
For all eternity

Where is Robert Byrd
No one has heard
Only God knows if
He is wearing a hood
Tell me all the
Things you’ve done
Whisper carefully

When your face
Looks serious
One can see the
Devil’s rings
You are protected now
By other human beings

The One you must 
Answer to
Died at Calvary

You have this chance
I pray for you
Your last dance
I sing for you

When the music ends
What will you do?
No need to pull your sword
Everything is on record

Stanski
April 30, 2021 ^

POLICE ARE HEROES

So many things are happening
In the United States of America
Police are blamed for
Trying to keep order
While being mocked and
Tormented viciously
With bricks, explosive bottles
Injured or die; it doesn’t matter

A blind look at reality
Policemen die because of chatter
The pompous declare racism
Policing is not something that matters
They are portrayed as a disgrace
How foolish just to prove a point
Statistics speak loudly
But not all want to observe

Racism is not a factor
Black, brown, yellow and white
They are all called officer
None of them deserve our spite
You want power; pray to God
Ask for your own forgiveness
Then try to live and forgive
No need to live a life that is graceless

The police give us a valuable service
Some die while on duty or just by chance
Evil is evil; don’t believe the media
Life is more than a perfect romance

Stanski
April 27, 2021 ^

WRITING

Sometimes I write
Typing out words
Other times
Writing
Usually later at night
I’ll have a drink
Write down words
The same one hundred
Only
In different order
Another drink
Words flow
Splendid
Sometimes I think
It is all
Like a miracle
It is
The mind works
Pours out emotions
Truth
I feel exhilaration
And keep writing
Clearly
Deliberately
Fast
Fluent
Working hard
To a
Successful end

Stanski
April 27, 2021 ^

WRITING

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Nothing going through the head,                                                                                                                                                             ready to give up and say                                                                                                                                                                        I quit                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I can’t  write                                                                                                                                                                                      That is what I said                                                                                                                                                                     seventy poems ago                                                                                                                                                                       there’s no tick-tock                                                                                                                                                                                              you’re on your own . 
But there are times, 
you think it’s over
Oh it’s easy!
Just ask someone
Who hasn’t done it.
Writing this stuff 
And at high quality levels,
If my opinion counts. 

Whatever can                                                                                                                                                                    will get you down                                                                                                                                                                                We’ll follow no structure.                                                                                                                                                            That’s for the college class.                                                                                                                                                                 Stay bold,                                                                                                                                                                                         daring and aloof.                                                                                                                                                                                   A fresh pad will help                                                                                                                                                                                                   and a new pen                                                                                                                                                                                          a little luck                                                                                                                                                                                                     Here we go again
By Steve Haarman                                                                                                                                                                                                                         on July 17, 2011

MY GRANDPARENTS

My grandpa loved chicken
With all the fixings
He had a brother
Named Anthony
He was a priest
I had a brother
Who was encouraged
To become a priest

Grandpa noticed
That my brother
Didn’t eat the chicken skin
He made the comment
“I see Marjorie’s little Monsignor
Doesn’t like chicken skin”
My grandma answered
“Neither does Pope Anthony”

Quiet for a moment, then
“I didn’t know that Anthony
Didn’t like chicken skin”
Grandpa drank his coffee
Pushed back from the table
And that was that

Grandma said
“Three hours to fix
Then minutes to 
Lick it up”

Stanski
April 27, 2021 ^