March is going out like a lion Storms of rain and ice Sunshine giving promise Just a prelude to more gray Morning light teases me Turning the woods to Gold and bronze Then the depression of Gray, gray-blue prevail And attitudes turns us In the wrong direction Where are the flowers Where are all of the Lovely smiles we miss People upset for little reason As though the world is hostile What will give them change? It is all an inner thing But bad disposition selected Joy has no way to flourish Then nature takes over Afternoon sun reflects The shoreline ice Enhances the sun In the form of small camp fires The brightest makes you turn away This beauty is rare and cannot be lost Pictures give not the same affect The eye caught all that is needed We realize our insignificants Begin to learn patience All things in their own time Growth spurts are necessary Many did not see Many do not understand Stanski March 31, 2022 ^
Month: March 2022
THE MEDIA DOES NOT MATTER
Truth is what we are looking for We know not what the future holds Our judgement will be deserved Based on how we have lived We make mistakes; ask for forgiveness Then foolishly revert to our weaknesses We listen to talking heads The media has many opinions Also, their judgements pour out Leaving us uncertain and alone They take what is real and add Their flourishing as though experts Adding adjectives and then criticism It is true we lack good leadership Changing what is working well Forgetting precepts of our founders Coloring and reshaping the truth This is manifested in evil works Cities burn and life is lost Warfare exists regardless of intent Children and adults flee looking for Safety, water, shelter and food Dictators give orders prompted by henchmen Observe the destruction and look away Call for truce while preparing for The next round of on slot Media experts are left wondering There is only one truth This truth is from the ONE The one who gave his life for us Some are willing to abide They know and help the wretched Open their doors and hearts Will watch in the future as chaff Is being burnt while the grain is secured Stanski March 31, 2022 ^
LET US GET IT STRAIGHT
I see the grains of sand The moss on the trees Reflections of the sun and It seems that nothing Can surprise me because I feel I am on top of it all But way above the tallest trees At night we see the stars and Even know the constellations But putting that all aside Above and beyond these stars Are clusters of more stars and Energies which emerge and collide The explosions are not within Our grasp and there are no visuals But the depth of the oceans and The height of the sky are nothing Compared to these catastrophes Which I cannot begin to understand But must accept as possibilities And truth and to my own amazement I understand how insignificant i Feel I am and also how God Holds me up to His image and likeness And holds my mundane soul Close to His own Wonder of wonders Like every flake of snow Like every feather Stanski March 31, 2022 ^
FRIENDLY BLIZZARD The snow was so fine that It was coming through the windows Not really but it seemed that way At ten o’clock the sun was shining Like on a late fall day. Beautiful Then large flakes like leaves Came tumbling by the windows This lasted for a few moments And then tiny snow crystals Hit us like they would in a blizzard This lasted for a few minutes and Then things turned to normal The lake water was calm and gray Snow Mountains were receding Now the sun was out again The residue of fall emerged and Had the bronze and golden color Fine snow kept falling, But it was all pretense Before long the lake water Will be lapping at the shore And the real spring will have arrived It will again be garden time The tools have been cleaned and We are eagerly waiting Stanski March 27, 2022 ^
WHEN WAR SPRINGS One week until spring Still white precipitation falls Not amounting to much But worth mentioning We have almost made it The Ukraine War continues It is unnecessary and heartbreaking It has not made it Too much life has been lost Injuries make us cry Why does this have to be? Spring is supposed to bring joy With flowers from rose to yellow But we endure the unknown Destruction, death and genocide We listen to unending bombing For how long our minds are wondering How long will we have fighting? One nation after another All wars are for land or religion I wonder what will cause the next one Flowers are soon to be here The lake water is very near Ice is bound to melt Our joy will be felt We pray that the war will end Our leadership is almost a sin Cackling and talking in circles It will be a wonder if we will win Stanski March 20, 2022 ^
NEW TRAILS The Vice-President was sent into Poland What do you expect her to accomplish? No one had hopes When mentioning this to Kamala All she could do was cackle, laugh and Explain the difference in the size of The countries, looking proud as She finished her explanation. Members of the News Media Looked puzzled. The President Gave her new assignments and Expressed his confidence in her He then called Peter Doocy a Stupid son of a bitch, but did not put a New moniker on the Kamala Stanski March 6 2022 ^
ONE YEAR LESSON After one year with a new occupant We watch our country crumble All of the safe guards voided A year of fiats Blunders in the battle fields Open borders in the south Invitations to enter country A great cost paid for with our Tax dollars and precious blood No more energy independence No longer an energy exporter Or an energy explorer Loss of jobs Unemployment high Pay offered not to work Disregard for our soldiers We should have acted sooner But occupant had no intentions to act Failure to respond adequately Now we are a weaker nation Giving opportunity to China, Iran, and North Korea. The Mexican Cartels Rule the border proceeding with Human traffic and deadly Drugs including contaminated fentanyl, Killing our citizens by the thousands What to do Millions of opinions No leadership Our one year lesson Just requests for money Pray to Jesus This has to end. Stanski March 6, 2022 ^
FEBRUARY 8, 2022 BAD ACCIDENT BAD ACCIDENT FEBRUARY 8 2022 TAKING OUT THE TRASH I SLIPPED ON THE ICD TORE THE QUADRICEPS ON MY RIGHT LEG REALLY BAD SITUATION A SAD, SAD SITUATION I AM IN A LEG BRACE FOR AT LEAST SIX WEEKS’ OPERATION WAS SUCCESSFUL NOW IT IS WAIT AND SEE HOPEFULLY I WILL BE BACK IN COMMISSION BY THE FOURTH OF July PARADE MAYBE I’LL BE THE GRAND MARSHALL I WILL BE GRAND WHITE WINE AND SPARKLERS STANSKI March 29, 2022 ^
MY LIFE UP UNTIL NOW I lay in bed thinking. There is so much to say. The world is in decline. I look back at my youth and remember how I worked at age seven mowing lawns, racking leaves, washing porches, shoveling snow and continuing even at age eleven when I could become a substitute morning newspaper carrier. At age twelve I had my own route which I continued until I was sixteen and could take a job at a local drug store. I never forgot the lessons of my earlier jobs. I was especially endeared to my mentor at the drug store. He was for former owner and taught me things I have remembered for life. I knew at age 12 that I wanted for be a drug store man and began saving my money. I worked and made it through by the grace of God. I studied at Ferris Institute and finished at the University of Cincinnati. I took my State Boards in Escanaba and was hired to intern for Roger Wyatt in Adrian. I took the Practical Boards and having passed them moved to West Michigan and worked in Sparta. I has a good relationship with my boss, Lester Momber, but left after ten months to go west where I had relatives. I never made it through as a friend decided to sell me his store. I was twenty three and felt I had nothing to lose except my time. The store gradually grew into a substantial business. It was in Ada, home of Amway, and as they grew, I grew. I married and my bride and I had six children. We bought a country farm home and restored it over thirty years. When we sold our business we moved to the U.P. of Michigan. Our home was called “the shack”. We tore it down and built a beautiful large home on the shores of Lake Michigan. We filled our home with art and eventually gave a great deal of it to the hospital and continue to do so as we are expanding and more art work is needed. This has been a joyful project. I have recently downsized, but my new home is almost as large as the farm house and the new one we replaced the shack with. We obviously liked a lot of living space. My daughter, Christine was a great help to me as was her son and his girlfriend, as we attempted to downsize a little bit. I tore my quadriceps and the accident has slowed things down but time heals all wounds and things here will be up to speed before you know it. I hope to be healed in there more months. Thank you for your prayers and get well wishes. I hope to see you around soon. Stanski March 25, 2022 ^
MY LIFE UP TO NOW
A FOGGY DAY IN GULLIVER It snows today Winds are cold Gray is the color Just the mood is blue What have I done? I keep asking I’m a paranoid android Marching in circles Mush in my head Gloom is in my eyes I search for my star Look to the skies When it rains it pours Old words, new meanings The nearness of you A thing of the past I hear the exit music Yes, I cannot dance My wait is patient How long can I last? The truth, the truth Sometimes a new word Then, I’m the light That is what I do Preach forgiveness Then release I believed, now I say, please! Don’t think twice It’s not alright I’m in a London for Thing I have hope Nothing for granted In this waiting game Death by slow torture Brings one no fame Life will unfold No one laughs last Regret breaks he soul, and Thee is on cast Stanski January 23, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 