Month: March 2025

MERRY MARCH MARCHES

MERRY MARCH MARCHES

March is going out like a lion

Storms of rain and ice

Sunshine giving promise

Just a prelude to more

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

Reflects 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, 2025 ^

A POET’S MYSTERY

People wander

In a sense – clueless

Possess no questions 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, 2025, ^

FREE MOVEMENT

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

always our prayers. The Father

knows about all the problems

and has given us a 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, 2025, ^

BLUE GENES

Redheaded Belgians

Never carry to term

Must be anecdotal

Or a fact I never learned

               Wonder what it is

               The country or the hair

               Guess it doesn’t matter

               Can’t really care

More to life than waging

On other peoples fate

No matter the reason

Some babies don’t wait

               A brunette in Thunder Bay

Couldn’t have kids at all

               Disappointment?  “ Not”, she said

               Motherhood was not her call

A blonde I knew in Lowell

Was married in the fall

The baby born in early spring

Was a boy:  they named him Paul

               Redheads, blondes, or brunettes

               All subject to the curse

               Whenever offspring do arrive

               We set it down in verse

Who are we to make the rules?

There is no one to obey

For whom do we give clues?

They’ve all gone away

Stanski

March 28, 2025 ^

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, 2025 ^