People wander
In a sense – clueless
Possess no questions such as
Who am I?
What am I doing?
What purpose do I exist for?
They just are
Carry on
Part of a crowd
Influenced in similar fashion
Follow the leader
Monkey see, monkey do
Life
Death
Birth
Repeat
A devil’s chant
Losses
Tears
Burials
Feasts
Movement
Without direction
Survival
A poet’s mystery
Stanski
March 30, 2023, ^
The tire swing is moving back
and forth and sometimes in a
circular route. The visual brings
to me a yearning for summer,
where a sandy beach replaces
an icy road. Winter has its place
in the big picture, but most are
ready for the change. Spring
brings us to our knees in thanks
for our redemption. Christians,
Jews and others celebrate this
in their way, and pagan traditions
have become part of it just as
black ice has become part of
winter. We have to slow down
and take one day at a time and
think about what our goal is.
It will change as time changes,
and we should not disregard
our inclinations to do good,
especially for those who need
help in the world. Look around
in any direction and we can see
trouble that calls for our
intervention. Sometimes we
can physically help; other times
we help by giving money and
our prayers. The Father
knows about all the problems
and has given us free will.
He will never leave us in
situations where we cannot
overcome adversities. The tire
swings and the world keeps on
turning. We must keep active
in doing what we have been
taught to do. only then will
we find peace.
Stanski
March 29, 2023, ^
Listening to the chirps
Songbirds are chirping
Happy as can be
Going after their feed seed
A delightful community
Here for a while
Then gone
Only to return for more
Than they can hold
They have no instincts
Which say save for tomorrow
No thought of risk whatsoever
They are warmed by the sun
As they find a place to rest
For them life just goes on
No survival of the fittest
They seem perpetual
These little dark birds
Through all the seasons
Through the sun and the clouds
They will chase large birds
Until they stay away
Animals don’t bother them
Little seeds are not on
The menu unless they are desperate
Blackbirds take delight in watching them
They are like big brothers
When the feeder is empty
The birds stay away from it
No note of thanks is given
Just the delight in watching them
They keep checking and before
You know it more seed is provided
The birds are delighted and
Sing with glee like the larks
Happy like the chickadee
Stanski
March 28, 2023, ^
Songbirds are chirping
Happy as can be
Going after their feed seed
A delightful community
Here for a while
Then gone
Only to return for more
Then they can hold
They have no instincts
Which say, save for tomorrow
No thought of risk whatsoever
They are warmed by the sun
As they find a place to rest
For them life just goes on
No survival of the fittest
They seem perpetual
These little dark birds
Through all the seasons
Through the sun and the clouds
They will chase large birds
Until they stay away
Animals don’t bother them
Little seeds are not on
The menu, unless they are desperate
Blackbirds take delight in watching them
They are like big brothers
When the feeder is empty
The birds stay away from it
No note of thanks is given
Just the delight in watching them
They keep checking and before
You know it more seed is provided
The birds are delighted and
Sing with glee like the larks
Happy like the chickadee
Stanski
March 28, 2023, ^
This is not about
What was conceived in a dream
It is about a dream
I remember it vividly,
Save for some particulars and
I don’t like any of it,
But can’t say why
I was lying in a car on the back seat
Taking a nap when it started moving
This was not good
There was no driver
I knew there would be a crash
No way to move to get this turned around
My arms were pinned down and
Both were asleep when I woke
The crisis was over
A good thing too
It was 5 P.M. and
Still light outside
Plenty of time to get some things done
Tough being retired
Someone has to do it
This nap had been one of the best
The dream had to come to an end
I got up, still fully clothed
Thought about how
Dreams can wear you out and
I thought of other perturbations
We, old folks, have to deal with
Dwelled for just a moment about
How the young folks think
They have it so hard and
Make a point of complaining
They have no idea
Stanski
March 27, 2023, ^
Spring landed a few days ago, and
everyone seemed delighted as
the winter had been a long season,
cold, with plenty of snow. We were
ready for a break. A little warm
weather came, and a lot of the white
precipitation vanished. The roads
were clear and traveling was easy.
Then Saturday, nature took a turn
and dropped eight inches of white
delight upon us. The moaners and
groaners were moaning and groaning.
Will this stuff ever come to an end?
The day rolled on and soon there
were ten inches of fresh snow on
the ground. The Old Farmer’s Almanac
had promised an early spring. Just
because they are old doesn’t mean
they are always going to be correct
and obviously, they were no longer
reliable for this year. The snowplow
man was possibly tired but the way
he kept ringing up sales refreshed
him. In seven weeks it will be mother’s
day and the hummingbirds will be looking
for their nourishment. They are territorial
and fight away any intruders. The deer
are the same way. There is enough food
but they keep trying to keep it all for
themselves. I wonder if they learned
from us or did we learn from them?
It has a touch of lunacy, but as we look
around the globe, we can surmise
the worst and only hope that we
will improve as we move along.
Stanski
March 26, 2023, ^
Sometimes writing is like abstract art.
I put down words in a way
that I think is coherent.
Then hear later that
my meaning wasn’t understood
or some expression is stated that
didn’t represent what I truly meant.
Everything said was positive, though,
and that is the amazing thing.
I look at some abstracts and
dwell on them for a while.
Make an interpretation that works for me.
Have no idea of what the artist meant, but
the main thing is: He spoke to me.
I have no argument.
I feel that way about my work.
At least it was read or heard.
Words are musical and
the tune may vary from person to person.
I do not strive for perfection.
It is an impossible goal.
My idea of success is to
hear people tell me to keep on.
What can I say? Bravo!
Thank you very much.
Stanislaus Kuperski
December 8, 2016 ^
Stanski
March 25, 2023
The night was dark and silent
An unusual state.
It may be nature’s way of
Telling me to slow down.
We have lost three years
due to the Chinese flu and all
of the mandates made be people
whose critical thinking is clouded
by a fog or our destruction is their goal.
Leadership lacking in Washington
they say they don’t know, but they have
been bribed to not know what
to do to correct things and get us back
to there we were but now don’t want to go
but we have spent billions of dollars
pretending we’re solving problems.
Where the money goes is
a guess. The southern border
is wide open, and crime is rampant.
the flow of drugs is killing 100,000
citizens each year, and the sex trade
is ruining lives beyond our ability to
count. Wars have countries banding
together against us, and we are now
the laughingstock of the superpowers.
We need to reestablish the pipeline that
takes oil to Nebraska for refining. The
Chinese Communist Party owns the Biden
Family and have enriched Mitch McConnell
Along with others. Our justice system is
One-sided and will remain that way until
All of the swampers can be removed.
It better happen soon or we are all doomed.
Stanski
March 24, 2023, ^
We are in despair
Wondering why
How does this happen
Addiction
My child
Once
So close to me
And now
How?
How do you deal with this,
What is there left?
Love does not have a place
Release is all we can do
We lookup
Wondering if
There could be an intervention
Beyond what we believe
Sadness does not leave
Heads turned away
No contact with these eyes
No surprise
Same as yesterday
Everything
On delay
Must it forever
Be this way?
Hearts are broken
Every hour the same
Will it be this way tomorrow
What we view now?
We are on standby
Nothing left to intervene
Sadness is reoccurring
Like the tears in our eyes
We stay strong
Prepare for the call
Could anything be worse,
Then waiting for the hearse?
Steve Haarman
September 16, 2013 ^
Reissued by Stanski
March 23, 2023
A MEDITATION FROM JOHN 14:1-6
Jesus said to his disciples:
“Do not let your hearts be
troubled. You have faith in
God; have faith also in me.
In my Father’s house there
are many dwelling places.
If there were not, would I
have told you that I am
going to prepare a place
for you?
And if I go and prepare
a place for you, I will come
back again and take you to
myself, so that where I am
you also may be. Where I
am going you know the way.”
Thomas said to him, “Master,
we do not know where you
are going; how can we know
the way?” Jesus said to him.
“I am the way and the truth
and the life. No one comes to
the Father except through me.”
Stanski March 22, 2023,
Steve Haarman 