Month: September 2021

We keep marching in life and
now and then it is time to 
slow down and think of the spiritual. 
I want the Holy Spirit within me as
I rely on this for stability.
I think before I speak and look
for Christ in others. I damper my
pride, seek humility and reflect
on the passion of Christ.  Evil in 
this world is overwhelming.  Still
there is goodness.  I focus on the
goodness that is in front of me and
pray for improved conditions in the
world that I have no control over.  
This is why Jesus says to walk with 
Him.  Find peace, joy, and quiet
for just being at His side.  This
is what I will do by His grace.

Stanski
September 30, 2021 ^

Here we go again
Our hearts will be broken again
We were looking for peace and contentment
We found revolution and genocide
We keep our faith
This has to end
What will end it we ask?
Not an easy question to answer
Will bringing people to the table help?
I think all that is, is talk
Talk is said to be cheap
Adjust the thinking of those involved
Easier said than done
Escalate our strength
Peace through strength
Sign agreements
This is one a delay tactic
The enemy catches up
This is not good
We are back to square one
In recorded history
There are only a few years without war
Those were good years
But then we saw build ups of armature
Then we waited
The other foot would soon fall
It all starts over, but
Only lasts for a little while
Relatively speaking
The cycles continue
They are destined to continue
This is the story of mankind
Every chapter is about the same
It is a bad, bad situation
We must not give up hope
Pray for our enemies
Pray for peace

Stanski
 September 28, 2021 ^

Hey, bitch
Don’t bore us
With all those things
You used to do
When you were a kid
We might be
A captive audience
But we all did
Weird things
It is like Las Vegas
Let it stay there
We are busy
Get on with what
You’re supposed to do
But release us from
All the drama
Because we could
Care less,
Generally speaking
There might be a few lonely ladies
Who never had a life and
Want to relive yours
And think it’s great
But as for us
Shut the heck up

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski aka Stanski
September 30, 2021 ^

Things are not that bad
Are they?
I’m just saying
You know what I’m saying?
And what is so wrong with
Peace, love and understanding?
I look around at the world in dismay
Words come to my mind:
Destroyed
Ruined
Betrayed
Endangered
Repressed
Impoverished
They sadden me
What can we do?
Honestly?
I have no answers
We have failed
Ourselves
Our children
Our neighbors
It will come to an end
I have hope
I hope we are not too late
I hope it will be good for everyone
You have to admit
Hope is a good thing
And sorry is such a hard word to say

Stanski
September 29, 2021 ^

Here we go again
Our hearts will be broken again
We were looking for peace and contentment
We found revolution and genocide
We keep our faith
This has to end
What will end it we ask?
Not an easy question to answer
Will bringing people to the table help?
I think all that is, is talk
Talk is said to be cheap
Adjust the thinking of those involved
Easier said than done
Escalate our strength
Peace through strength
Sign agreements
This is one a delay tactic
The enemy catches up
This is not good
We are back to square one
In recorded history
There are only a few years without war
Those were good years
But then we saw build ups of armature
Then we waited
The other foot would soon fall
It all starts over, but
Only lasts for a little while
Relatively speaking
The cycles continue
They are destined to continue
This is the story of mankind
Every chapter is about the same
It is a bad, bad situation
We must not give up hope
Pray for our enemies
Pray for peace

Stanski
 September 28, 2021 ^

Our first cousin reunion two years ago was a lovely gathering.  
Many had not seen some of the others for years.  
We planned to do it again but the CCP and 
Comrade Anthony Napoleon Fauci got in the way.
We went one, no two, no three, but will plan on 
would be number four in 2022.  
Where it will take place has not been decided.  
Lake Michigan in the Upper Peninsula is a beautiful place, 
but a great distance for many, 
although I traveled from here to Tennessee for the first.  
Getting together was almost like meeting 
new people for the first time.  
Life has a way of interfering with good intentions.  
Jobs, marriages, children, illnesses, timing and
 other factors get in the way.  Death, also, 
takes a loved one and removes precious possibilities. 
In real life it is much the same.  
We have friends and acquaintances whom we cherish 
and plan to get together with, but things get in the way.  
There is no need to get down on oneself as so many other 
glorious things remain in our midst.  
The raising of children and then grandchildren and 
great-grandchildren are all episodes of life that should fill us.  
Our work, our hobbies, and many other obligations 
take our time but also reward us.  Nearing October, 
I look out and see our beautiful inland sea throwing 
waves on the shore rhythmically as in a song.  
Sunshine filters through the cedar trees; 
the fragrance of nature is immense and the 
birds continue with their singing and 
chipmunks search and quarrel for food.  
Although not perfect, life can be wonderful 
especially when we remember that the 
Hand of God plays an important role in all that we do.

Stanski
September 25, 2021 ^

Train peals in the distance 
Sing their song to me and
I fall to sleep in peace
I wake in the early morning
Waves crash the shoreline
In a drummer’s rhythm
Just count the beats
Morning sun bleeds through
The cedar trees into
My bedroom window
I feel the warmth and comfort
The sky is light blue with white clouds
Fragrance is uplifting and
I know Mother Nature and
Our Heavenly Father are going 
To be kind to us today
Do I have any complaints?
Yes, but they are dwarfed 
By the real problems in 
Our chaotic world
I feel and pray for the Haitians
Suffering under a dictator and
Torn apart by storms and hurricanes 
By enlarge they are peaceful people
Who, although suffering, have
A deep faith in the power of Jesus
It is humbling to read their stories
Our border, mostly under control
Eight months ago is now a mess
Those trying to enforce the laws
Are criticized by our leaders
We appeal to the Saudis for oil
The white caps roll in
The flowers are beautiful and
Birds keep singing their songs
There is a certain order and
We may be lucky enough to find it
We should strive to work together
To be the best planet in the universe
Instead of the foolish war-mongering
Idiots that history is recording

Stanski
September 25, 2021 ^

How can we wonder about
The future with so many
Unsavory characters in the picture
From all walks of life?
It should be an uncomplicated path
But too many are looking for 
That shortcut to success which
Includes control over others and 
Shortcomings of responsibility in
The deeds which would benefit all
We live in a generally corrupt society
With so many ready to wave their
Own flag with insistence that their
Man or women is the one to follow
I think that that is folly, especially
When you look at the Occupant or
Governors following socialist policies
I have no problem with respect
But when I am disrespected for 
The truth I present and preach
I feel bad not for myself but
For the country which has had
To endure the results of the
Present administration and the sycophants
Who fall in line and try to point out
The failings of the last president,
Who, in spite of constant hearings and 
Investigations as well as impeachments, from
Which he was exonerated, led our 
Country to a prosperity never thought possible
They now see or should see how
Short sighted they were and now
They, as well as the courageous us,
Prepare to pay for the terrible decisions
Now being made by those in power
Our country is in a mess; from the border fiasco 
to foreign policy and energy independence and
Trillion dollar decisions which will destroy us
My friends, make your choice,
Swampers or Deplorables;
Marxist Socialism or Free Enterprise Capitalists 
The country is in your hands
I wonder which way you will go

Stanski  
September 25, 2021 ^

 
The sunlight hits the waves 
A strobe affect is the result
You must look away because
This is a beauty of nature
That one can only take
In small measures
Today it is happening and
I think of other beautiful things
My heart is a little heavy
As my children have had to leave
After a week long visit
One goes from that uplifting feeling
To a low of slight depression
We all know that life goes on
But that beautiful gift has left
And I am left alone in
My own poetic sense 
They are still out there and
Just a phone call away
We know there is inevitably 
There will be rain on a parade
The storm will pass and soon
Little miracles appear and
The soul responds with gratitude
There are many of these miracles
Do they always or ever cross our minds?
Do we miss out on the joys of life?
Do we miss them because 
We are not looking or even aware
That these wonders exist?
On a cold snarly bone-chilling day
There is beauty -- just a different kind
So a week long gift of presence is gone
The memories are ingrained sufficiently
It will soon be time to shake off the blues
Life will continue to unfold and soon
Someone new will come along 
The emptiness will be filled
The heartache will be soothed
The strobe affect will be gone
But still saying good-bye will always
Be or seem to be a hard word to say

Stanski
September 24, 2021^

 
None of us are free
If one of us are in chains
This flies over the heads of many
But the truth herein cannot be denied
We are doing well; nothing is bad
We have worked and earned
Feel like sitting; enjoying our reward
But we cannot get comfortable
The pebbles in our shoes bother us
These are called scruples and 
It is good to have them;
You might call this possession a gift
Because we will not sit down and
Ignore what must be done
We cannot sit in comfort while
Any of our brothers are suffering
Many believe and live accordingly
Many are waiting, although 
They do not know it now, for us
To come and share the news and
Explain the need to become a follower
A big point in life; any life; and all lives
The mandate is a precept given to us
By the one who is the light
We remain feeble in our efforts and
Resort to the only thing we know
And that is prayer to the master so
That He will find for us that crack
Which will let the light shine in and
Open up our brothers and sisters
To what is important in life
We must give back in many and every way
Not until it hurts, but until it feels good
Lean on us, we will cry out, and 
It will not be long before you walk on your own
We can follow that man; together we will go
We will be amazed as we are filled with grace by
The one who walked on water
Soon it will seem that there are no chains
This is a good feeling, but we determine
To travel to the fringes and continue
We will know when the last chain falls

Stanski
September 23, 2021 ^