Day: March 29, 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 ^

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 ^

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
it is like a London fog
Think I have hope up 
And take 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
There is on cast

Stanski
January 23, 2022 ^