Month: October 2025

I don’t want nobody

To give me nothing

Just open the door

I’ll get it myself

Don’t need no help

You can call me Sonny.

I like butter over oleo

Don’t say that’s bad

Some say how insensitive

I’m not offended at all

I’ll sing two untitled blues

Call it a sonny moon for two

I may be a late upshot

Still, I wish you love

And I always will

I take no offence

That is why I’m free

As the waves on the sea

You had your chance

Only then would you see

But I wish you well

As you swallow your bitter pill

Stanski

Oct 5, 2025, ^

OCTOBER 5

October is like a combination

Of June and November, my

Two favorite months.  I love

Indian summer when I see

Cornstalks stacked like a tee-pee

And an old man sitting on a stump

Watching the fire of burning leaves.

People are decorating with pumpkins;

Some just a few and others using

Dozens.  The smells and the sounds.

Cider and donuts. Birds are still chirping

But not as many as the sojourn to the

Winter homes has begun.

When we see the harvest I am

Thankful.  Dedicated farmers or

Gardeners have much to offer at

The markets.  They worked hard

During the heat and sometimes

The drought that comes in summer.

In the schools, the fall decorations

Are up and kids a getting anxious

About Halloween and what they

Will dress up as.  Merchants are

Using the month for promotions.

October is a month for reflection.

We have much to be thankful for.

There are many in need and i

Think we should get ready to help.

Stanski

October 5