Month: September 2021

Thursday morning
Chill in the air
It won’t last long
Sun is shining
In a cloudless sky
We are nearing
The end of summer
School is in session
Indoctrination begins
Meaningless rules prevail
Mandates and punishment
How will it all end
The strong must remain strong
Help along the weak
Observe all that must be done
To restore our Republic
To its once great standing
Recent events exhaust our spirit
But we must prevail
Truth is eventually exposed
Light will overcome darkness
Angels are about us
Protecting the chosen ones
We should be cautious in
Our severe judgements
Better to be quietly observant
Pray that Karma has a say
The path is not all uphill
There will be some relief
What is given is beautiful
If you know how to look
Do not shudder at rejection
When you know you are right
Keep looking for the miracles
Do not engage in any fight
Seek not to control
Get you tips from nature
Such valuable lessons given
Look for ways to interpret 
Then be on your way
Find peace in doing good
For a neighbor or stranger
Satisfaction is overwhelming
Life has meaning
In every situation
Time passes; wisdom rises
Sunshine or shadow
Should not cause indifference
Be at peace and be glad
Our life has meaning
Treat it as a precious gift
Others, from you, will be gleaning
You may sing with the angels
Happy you saw it through

Stanski
September 2, 2021 ^

People often offer input 
On how to write or
The mood of the written piece
Make observations and
Offer suggestions on
Different forms and styles

I know there are students
Studying under the direction
Of teachers who do succeed
In producing a form
Such as sextinas which
Is six verses of six lines each
Which don’t rhyme.  They
Are collected, graded and
Put into a chap book
That no one reads, but
None-the-less exposed to
Success in this process
  
These young poets
Go on as self-declared genuine
And proceed to teach others
While furthering their own careers
Some self-publish and
This makes them important
And who they are

I thank my critics, but go on
With my own unique style of 
Emptying my soul on paper,
Using an uninhibited flow
I have not published, but 
Some of my efforts have been acclaimed

Stanski
September 2, 2021 ^

 
No clouds, waves or wind
Only the voices of birds and insects
The shore line was littered with stones,
Pollen, and other debris
Seagulls were floating overhead
Looking for an easy meal
And on the lookout for predators
Looking at them for an easy meal
The lake was smooth
Almost like an ice-skating rink
You could almost imagine the
Sounds of happy skaters, but we were
Only nearing the end of summer
We could not possibly imagine what
Was before us in the coming seasons
We would have our color tour as
Jack Frost, the magnificent artist, would 
Paint the leaves of the deciduous trees
A palette of color, unimaginable 
Beauty which will diminish our best efforts
Then winter will have its say
We can only hope that the clippers
Will be mild and endurable
For now I remember seeing a man swimming
A little less than a mile in each direction
He was a teacher, a professor, and this
Would be his last swim and he looked good
By early spring he had gone to his reward
Cancer, a quick acting form, had taken him
Our mortality supersedes the weather and I am
Curious about what happens when we are gone 
And then the wondering if we succeeded in life
Also, will our accomplishments be remembered?
Most have no idea of all that has been done
Because it was done quietly, silently and by choice
Life like the seasons will go on
There will be low tides and high tides
Sometimes we think we are essential but
The grave yards are full of indispensable people
We should be aware of this fact
Life is a precious gift; it has one season
Live it well

Stanski  
September 1, 2021 ^