Month: March 2024

Rough waves on a roaring sea

Rhymical format moving along

No swimmers dare enter the

Dark, deep, flowing waters

Sensibility reigns over possible

Challenges as those present

Turn and go to fetch warm jackets.

There is no sun to warm you

The wind can make you stiff

the grayness of the day is

depressing, and no sign

that the stress will go away.

These things happen from

time to time, and the fact that

spring is here, and our expectations

were of something else does

not matter. Mother Nature has

her way and all across the land

there is upheaval and chaos.

It seems that a mild winter

Is followed by bizarre springs

No one is arguing that fact at

Least not this year. Before long

June will be busting out all over.

Stanski

March 19, 2024, ^

They said I was their man

Brave and able to stand up

Blow off the hypocrisy and

Lies and be a leader, taking

Everyone to the truth. I did

What they asked is the

Agenda of the naysayers.

It was too much for me. I was

Just a newspaper boy keeping

People informed with a dry news

Paper. I received my rewards

And awards. They kept me

Humble, and I never stopped

trying to improve. I succeeded

and kept saying yes while

others cried out no.

Now that I have reached the

Golden years, they are throwing

Me from one clinic to another

And sending therapy to me at

A rate that my body can barely

Endure. My final reward will be

A furnace or a box. I am slowly

Getting used to the idea.

Stanski

March 18, 2024, ^

Everything was bright

Almost blinding

One squinted to see what was

Just in front of him.

Then, almost like magic

Everything turned gray

You could see and be peaceful

I wondered how long this

Phenomenon would las

I did not have a timer so I

Would have to guess

I took a walk into the woods

There everything was gray

Various shades and all very

Elegant. I was amazed

How could all of this happen

In a split second.

I saw a little crack beyond

A large tree in front of me

I spread the opening and

Beautiful sunshine broke through

Everything was normal again

I felt at peace and laid down

When I woke up I walked home

Happy that things were okay.

Stanski

March 17, 2024, ^

WHAT ABOUT TODAY

The weather looked great.

Sunshine overwhelmed us.

Lake Michigan was calm.

Just a scant breeze.

No birds near the ground

But some were up in the sky.

I got out a rake and

Started to work. Give a

A fresh start to the lawn.

I worked for a while, then

Grabbed an edger and cut out a

Wheelbarrow of sod. It gave

A clean look to that area

Of the yard. There was a lot

More to do, and when I found

Possible help and asked for

Assistance, encouraging him

With my impression of the

Weather he said that maybe

Tomorrow would be better.

I looked at him and said

What about today. He just

Shook his head and walked away.

Stanski

March 15, 2024, ^

They don’t always wear white.

Sometimes, it is green or blue

Medical clothes that suit them.

They usually have prescription

Pads in their pockets and three

Or four pens in their breast pocket

Have to be ready is their motto.

Whatever you need, we will write

Out an order for. They will try to catch

You, noting that something doesn’t

Look right. They will assign you to

A waiting room, and you go in and

Wait. It seems like forever and

Finally, they come and find

Nothing wrong with you and

Wonder why you were told to

Wait. On the way out, you notice all

The specialties and wonder what

Some of them are about. Not about me

I hoped. They had me scheduled for

Two weeks from now to check on

One thing or another. I didn’t feel

Hopeless but was beginning to wonder.

Do they ever smile or wait until I

Leave and then laugh like hell.

Stanski

March 15, 2024, ^

Some like to prance around with

Their stethoscope around their

Neck and look sternly ahead,,

Until someone gives them recognition

I was directed to a room to wait

Finally, he came and knocked and

Then opened the door. “Arnold”, he asked

“No” I replied, but before I could explain

He shut the door. A minute later, he

Knocked and asked if my last name was

Haarman and I told him I was he and

Said my first name was Arnold, but I went

By my middle name, and everyone called

Me Steve. He asked me what he should

Call me, and after giving him a bewildered

Look, told him, Steve. I then asked him if I

Could call him Richard, and he said no

Call me Dr. Vermeulen. He said he wasn’t

A head above everybody, but that is what he

Liked to be called. So, I didn’t call him anything,

Not Mister, sir, or doctor. He said he didn’t know

What was wrong with me. Then said that I could

Come back in five or six weeks if I want and

That he knew how to do the billing. I just looked at

Him and then left.

Stanski

March 15, 2024, ^

We are marching today

One day closer to spring

Fall was gray, and winter mild

Summer must be on its way

Landscape work awaits us

An exciting thought to say

The least, bright blue skies

And sunny days. Plenty of

Daylight to get things done.

Thoughts flash through

My head and II think of

Things I can write about.

Poetry, muses, and gardening

Friends, too, keep me going

I have to slow down my

Marching, we still have a

Ways to go. Wishful thinking

Is fun, but sadly we must be real

It will all come in its own order

Patiently we will wait, then,

in the not-too-far-off, someone will

open that golden gate.

Stanski

May 11, 2024, ^

There are so many things that

We do not understand and

I truth are not supposed to,

But have to employ faith and trust

That things are going the way

They are intended to go. There

Will be a time when we will

Understand and even be thankful

That we were patient and

Waited in a loving way for the

Truth of things to open up.

We will hear voices praising

Us and encouraging us to

Keep moving forward without

Complaint. The unknown becomes

The known and we become

Filled with joy and thankfulness for

Being patient.

Stanski

March 10, 2024, ^