Month: November 2021

Beautiful morning
The feeling of the Holy Spirit
About me
Mild temperature
Quiet breeze
Could this be heaven?
Still – Chaos in the world
Conflicts
Dictators
Alarmists
Even the pope
Hurricanes provide cover
For horrendous crime
Free will 
Will have a price
Accountability will rule
Praise to He Who laid down
His life for us

Amen

Steve Haarman aka Stanski
November 8, 2021 ^

CINQUAIN November 8, 2021

LUMBERMAN
SIZES UP THE TREES
CUTS THEM SELECTIVELY 
DIVIDES INTO CORDS
WOOD CUTTER

STANSKI
November 8, 2021 ^

Winds of a fierce kind are 
blowing waves up over the shore line.
No one is overly excited as 
this happens from time to time.
The knowledge that Indian 
summer is on the way has sent
Many into a frenzy of joy.  
The fall colors are still eminent;
Especially the Tamaracks 
which are magical and mystical
They embed you into 
a state of peacefulness which few
things can surpass.  There are 
soothsayers and philosophers
warning of a cruel winter with 
many blasts from the north.
Sane people disregard the negative.  
They have heard it all before.
They like my prediction of 
a long beautiful fall, 
a short, crisp, winter
And a lovely, early spring with 
flowers which will give your heart
Back to you.  But today is now 
and the sun is shining in spite of 
The wind and as it flickers through 
the waving trees you get
Caught up in the joy of being alive 
in such lovely territory.
Many do not understand 
the Upper Peninsula and that is fine as
Though unselfish, we do not want 
to be crowded with people
Possessing doubts about our sanity.  
We know what we are and
What we have and that is good enough.  
It is our gold and we love it.

Stanski
November 8, 2021 ^

The crimson skyline in the Southwest
Rises above the tree lined dunes and over
The gray waters of the inland sea
There is blue and white clouds joining
One thinks of the majesty of nature
Gold is the present theme as the Tamaracks
Are in their transformation from light green
To green, then yellow green, yellow, dark yellow
And then the gold just before the brown and
Then winter branches as the needles fall to the ground
We love nature and the way it keeps us humble
Early morning light flickering through the trees
Lifts our spirits and keeps us feeling grateful
There will be some cold windy, sleet filled 
Bone chilling days that some will call ugly, but
The wise old man will say that it is not ugly
But beautiful, just a different kind of beauty
It is wise to remember this:  Everything is not
Always handed to us on a plate.  Sometimes we
Have to look for it and the beauty in nature is
One of those things.  A splash of yellow leaves
On a dark curvy road is a gift.  Stay aware and
Remember the roses and the bursting vegetable
Gardens as we listen to the wind and the waves
Which pound the beach in various rhythms
Whitecaps, lightning and rolling thunder should 
Be as important to us as the gold we see just
Before the leaves unfold in the spring
Gifts, gifts!  Some obvious and others we must
Look for, but all make up the joy of nature

Stanski
November 6, 2021 ^

Meat master
Hangs product in cooler
Selects and cuts to specifications
Packages, displays and sells
Butcher

Stanski
November 7, 2021 ^

Time waits for no man.  Let us not
Waste ours.  So much to do and
Although sometimes we feel alone,
We must remember that we have
The Father for us, Jesus with us and 
The Holy Spirit within us.  Whatever
The load was it is now lighter and
We will feel more useful, filled with
Love, thanksgiving and praise.  Amen
Stanski
November 7, 2021 ^

A CAROL TO MOM

She had a golden touch, 
which explained the richness of her living.
Her heart was open just enough,
to give out all the love that was needed
for the right here and now.
Her soul she would feed with only triple washed,
certified organic, gospel be damned truth.
Her soul was pure.
She was always on the lookout
for scraps, discards and rejects.
She found uses for all of these,
never related and connected only by the fact
that they all added layers to her nest.
Little feathers added one by one
brought warmth and comfort.
She kept this quiet with only subtle mention,
but radiated it with her glow
of peace, hope and understanding.
She reached out far enough
so you would always know
that her hand was there, waiting.
Her voice was much like the soft summer song
of early morning nature.
She had a silver lining,
but it never came with a storm.
Her only complaint was of not enough hours.
Our complaint was,
there was not enough of her.
She was an original,
first and only version,
pure joy and now gone.
By Steve Haarman
November 6, 2019

REMEMBERING A WONDERFUL MOTHER 
AND BEAUTIFUL BRIDE

A FEW POEMS ON NOVEMBER 6, 2021

BEING LIED TO   HAIKU
When they are told lies
And no one there refutes them
They start to believe

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski ^


LANDAY

The politician is good at stirring up the crowd
He would look good hanging from a rope

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski ^


CINQUAIN

Farmer
Works every day
Chores never seem to end
Knows what it takes to make it pay
Hero 

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski ^


POEM ON DANDIES

Many dandies out there
Able to survive the times
Always showing that they care
Giving pennies as though they were dimes
Someone will put them in their place
Then they will fall out of grace

Stansberry McKricken ^ aka
Steve Haarman aka
Stanski

Today I ask to be closer to the Lord 
And follow His plan for me.   
Keep me humble and gracious, and
Nonjudgmental.  Amen

Stanski
November 6, 2021 ^

Landscape architect
 
Plans and designs

Plants and cultivates

Fertilizes and waters 

Gardner master

Stanski
November 6, 2021 ^