Month: May 2022

The rain stops; clouds lift

The sun is shining brightly

Waves on the lake are

Moving slowly in the midst

Of a slight breeze

Gaggles of geese and

Families of ducks swim

Near the shore, diving

For fish they hope will

Be swimming by.  Birds

Are singing, hummingbirds

Are fighting for control of

Their feeder.  Four-legged

Animals are foraging for

Food in the forest

Another day in our lives

We examine our goals

Find that everything is

Not clear.  We have to think

Meditate and act.  So many

Times we wait for others

To take action while they

Honor us by waiting for

Us to begin today’s journey

Will someone step up?

There is much to do and too

Many excuses to stand still

Life is a miracle; we do not

Realize.  It is limited. Each moment is a

Gift and has potential which

We are comfortable in ignoring

We have forgotten yesterday’s

Storm, thunder, and lightning

We think about tomorrow and

What we will do then.  The

Present opportunities are

Ignored in hopes that something

Better will present.  We waste

Beauty, day and night and do not

Realize our limitations and destiny

We will soon see as the hour glass

Begins to empty.  Then we will long

For more time.

Stanski on May 21, 2022, ^

The rain stops; clouds lift

The sun is shining brightly

Waves on the lake are

Moving slowly in the midst

Of a slight breeze

Gaggles of geese and

Families of ducks swim

Near the shore, diving

For fish they hope will

Be swimming by.  Birds

Are singing, hummingbirds

Are fighting for control of

Their feeder.  Four-legged

Animals are foraging for

Food in the forest

Another day in our lives

We examine our goals

Find that everything is

Not clear.  We have to think

Meditate and act.  So many

Times we wait for others

To take action while they

Honor us by waiting for

Us to begin today’s journey

Will someone step up?

There is much to do and

Many excuses to standstill

Life is a miracle we do not

Realize.  It is limited. Each moment is a

Gift and has potential which

We are comfortable in ignoring

We have forgotten yesterday’s

Storm, thunder, and lightning

We think about tomorrow and

What we will do then.  The

Present opportunities are

Ignored in hopes that something

Better will present.  We waste

Beauty, day and night and so not

Realize our limitations and destiny

We will soon see as the hourglass

Begins to empty.  Then we will long

For time.

Stanski on May 21, 2022, ^

A flash of lightning and

Then a crash of thunder

That shakes the house

Waves a little violent

Pound the shore

How much energy

Was involved?

Energy exists and we

Never lose it as it

Changes form, much

As water changes from

Mist, to liquid, to ice,

With other states between

At the moment it would

Be wise to stay protected

If that is possible

A man’s life ended as

He was struck following

Through on the best

Two-iron shot of his life

He never knew it hit the

Green and rolled in for an

Eagle, the first and last of

His life, but what a way to go

The hummingbirds are still

Stopping at the feeder

The rain does not bother them

The driveway is full of red

Tree buds giving us a

Poke-a-dot look

It will be a job to remove

Them after they dry

The brain is full of electricity

Different parts have control

On our various activities

It is hard to understand

A question asked, heard, and

Answered and so on

It is a wonderful world

Stanski

May 20, 2022, ^

I see the fog at 4 o’clock

It is white and light gray

I think of all the people

Who are in a fog and dwell in it

I think of the illegal drugs

Coming up from Mexico

They are white like the fog

And people using them

Fogocate (new word) to

Depression, overdosing, and death

It is a sad, sad, situation

I cannot see the horizon

However the Hummingbirds

Have no trouble finding their feeder

Two there at one time insures

A frenzy.  They must enjoy solitude

There are four feeding holes but

That has no matter on the situation

The government cannot tax them

I hope my supply of sugar lasts

Until my next scheduled trip

To our local grocery.  Gas prices

Are so high that we have to reduce

Unnecessary trips to save money

Political decisions have caused

Much of the disheveling in the world

Most of the previous administration’s

Policies have been reversed

Incompetent people are in charge or

Is anyone in charge?

There are many things to learn, and

I have learned that there is beauty

In the time of day and in the time of

Night and there is peace in the river

And in the hills as well as the fog

Stanski

May 19, 2022, ^

The earth is flat so with that

A flurry of new taxes.  The

Green Parade taking us left

And full of blame, but cannot

Accurately predict a rainstorm

The climate changes on its own

The Great Lakes were formed as

The glaciers were reseeded.  Who or what

Caused that phenomenon.  We don’t know

What else do we know if we study or use

Our critical thinking would tell

Us that man cannot cause climate change

If they could then they could stop the

Climate’s working when natural catastrophes

Occur in any part of the world

But, it is a religion with Al Gore

Acting as the Pope.  Collections are great

Whoever owns the President has him

Moving with regulations to fulfill the needs of

Of the New Green Deal

Close down the gas lines and open the border

Stop the drilling for oil and gas

Pay the Pied Piper their dues

Watch murder rates increase

Continue to lie to the people

High fuel prices; grocery shelves empty

Illegals receiving benefits denied to solders

Mandates and sources are very confusing

Russia, China, Korea, and Iran all

One edge and all with nuclear weapons

Enough to wipe out the world

Crime is a paying proposition

Most people get along; Nations do, too

The trouble is there is not enough

Nations for all the egos and want-to-be dictators

There will be a day when we have total peace

It will be a new day with a perfect climate

Neighbors will be talking and helping each other

And what’s so bad about peace, love, and understanding

Stanski

May 18, 2022, ^

I’m at work

At my plain air desk

Today it is in the landscape

At one of the Churches

Refreshing and trimming

Time is not a factor though

I know it is close to 3 o’clock

Yellow buses head to schools

I hear the engines and breathe the exhaust

My pile of clippings looks like a green igloo

Kids living in the neighborhood

Walk by singularly or grouped

Some have bags on their back

Others carry gadgets or phones

I say hello if I’m looking their way

They walk by with no reply

Eyes slightly glazed

How are you doing?

I say to

A group of three

They walk by with blank faces

I begin to think that

All these kids must be related

Finally an energetic fellow replies

Even asks how I am

He must be a new resident, I surmise

As I load the clippings

Into the back of my truck

Now it’s time for a nap

Stanski

May 17, 2022, ^

We wake and see

Another miracle

Everything given

Without asking

Ours to own

And inhale

Our actions

Are reactions

There is beauty

At any moment

Of any hour of

The day or night

And the miracles

Continue and come

Going by us so fast

We cannot categorize

Think about a leaf falling

Or water rippling in a stream

There is peace

The same peace we find

In the hills

Flowers on a bush or

The bush before

It blossomed out

We know what we have

But cannot grasp

The magnitude nor

The magnificence

They are just more miracles

All about us they occur

When we can focus

We will see and understand

The miracles sum up

The excitement occurring

On this wondrous day

Stanski

May 16, 2022, ^

A beautiful sunny Friday. I look out over the lake.

It is tossing waves at the shore. Brown moss

accompanies the waves. It will stay a few days and

then be washed away to our delight.

The shore is a mixture of sand and sandstone slabs.

The trees are still indicating no wind, but the waves keep

rolling in giving us a harmony of music and keeping us

eager to hear various crescendos. They could rock you to

sleep if you would allow it. Sandbars further out catch

the waves and return a mist much like a spindrift giving us

a spectacular visual. Evergreens along the shore add to

the overall beauty. I wonder how long it took to form this

vision of peace. The big lakes were formed when glaciers

receded over the years, a natural phenomenon occurring

as the climate changed. Man could not cause this change, but

the left use climate change as a tool to destroy the country. They

make harmful regulations that ruin our energy independence; they

open our borders to illegals and give them citizen rights. This is wrong.

Revolution will occur to stop it. Meanwhile, the waves are calming.

Stanski

May 14, 2022, ^

A beautiful sunny Friday

I look out over the lake

It is tossing waves at the shore

Brown moss accompanies the waves

It will stay a few days and then

Be washed away to our delight

The shore is a mixture of

Sand and sandstone rocks

Although the trees are still

The waves keep rolling in

Giving us a harmony of music

Keeping us eager to hear it

With its various crescendos

They could rock you to sleep

If you would allow it

Waves hit the sandbars

Further out and mist-like

Spindrift flies up giving

A spectacular visual

Evergreens along the shore

Add to the overall beauty

I wonder how long it took to

Formulate this vision of peace

This lake and all the big lakes

Were formed when the glaciers

Receded over the years

It was a natural phenomenon

Taking place as the climate changed

Today every change or storm

Is blamed on climate change

Just a tool of the left trying

To destroy the country

With harmful regulations

Ruining our energy independence

Opening the border to illegals

The waves have a way of

Calming the irritation this causes

Stanski

May 14, 2022, ^

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WHAT IS IT

I cannot program myself

Because I am spontaneous

My writings do not follow

A certain style; the vary

This, to me, seems natural

Every time you write is wearing

Reading it could only be worse

I have a friend in Los Vegas, N.M.

He is a talented silversmith

People will interview him

Asking where his ideas come from

He couldn’t say for sure

Sometimes he had a general idea

But many times he picked up

A piece of silver looked at it and

Got the idea of where he was going

My writing is like that

I hear some words that are rhythmic

I will write them down and go from there

One line leads to the next and

Before you know it the page is full

I have made it through

The tunnel of creativity

Sometimes it feels like magic

I read my work

The silversmith holds up his work

There is delight and happiness

The gift of creativity is sacred

And never take for granted

Stanski

May 14, 2022, ^