Author: stevehaarman

A FOGGY DAY IN GULLIVER
It snows today
Winds are cold
Gray is the color
Just the mood is blue
What have I done?
I keep asking
I’m a paranoid android
Marching in circles
Mush in my head
Gloom is in my eyes
I search for my star
Look to the skies

When it rains it pours
Old words, new meanings
The nearness of you
A thing of the past
I hear the exit music
Yes, I cannot dance
My wait is patient
How long can I last?
The truth, the truth
Sometimes a new word
Then, I’m the light
That is what I do

Preach forgiveness
Then release
I believed, now
I say, please!
Don’t think twice
It’s not alright
it is like a London fog
Think I have hope up 
And take nothing for granted
In this waiting game
Death by slow torture
Brings one no fame

Life will unfold
No one laughs last
Regret breaks he soul, and
There is on cast

Stanski
January 23, 2022 ^

I sit looking out the window. 

It is beautiful and exciting.

I have never lived on the moon before this year.

There are few creatures about and I feel isolated. 

The craters are what you imagined they would be. 

They are white and frozen.  I must be self-reliant. 

I am on my own.  No one is in control. 

I must survive for several months until

the earth ship comes to rescue me and

the data I have been collecting. 

The data will be useful for further excursions. 

This is not easy work.  I feel lonely and depressed. 

I knew this would happen even before I accepted the assignment. 

The earth was in chaos.  Everyone was suffering,

especially the children.  We knew there were solutions

but no leaders were about, to put into action. 

It seems to be the story of mankind. 

We seem to not be able to coexist. 

Too much ego and need to control

even by fiats and mandates. 

The citizens eventually wear down and begin to revolt.

I look at the leaders.  It is hard to believe that

they were voted into office. 

Many voters now regret their actions,

but at the time did what they always do

which is to vote as they always have,

forgetting about critical thinking and

now the regrets when it may be too late. 

There is an Omnipotent One and we can go to Him

with our concerns and ask for His help and guidance. 

He instructed us to love.  If everyone would

we seemingly would have a peaceful world

where we all would live in happiness and

there would be no strife.  It seems impossible but

He promised us happiness after He has

separated the chaff from the wheat. 

A single day of eternity is a long, long time. 

Something to strive for.  Peace in the valley.

My depression has lifted already

Stanski

February 20, 2022 ^

Once I loved then forgot what love was all about

Days and weeks turned into months and years

I crawled and clawed my way around looking

Things were never as they seemed to be

All was not well even though pretense was in play

Family problems only happen to someone else until

You are up to your neck in a quagmire of your own neglect

I say to hell with the key players

There were answers, but fear,

Although legitimate, is not an excuse you want to rely on

Abandonment or running away might have been answers

Prudence dictated that these should be abandoned

Reality can be subtle.  Endurance is a better scheme

Than homelessness.  Time does not heal all wounds

Abuse has repercussions and the memory stays true

Life goes on:   the hiding of hurt dilutes your stamina

Deadly sins require more sorting out than time allows

Your own naturally good instincts are warped and

You spend your time trying to straighten out twisted wires

Hoping you can short-circuit something in your brain

People are sometimes puzzled by your quietness

Explanations are weak and futile.  Facing up to

Your own innocence is sabotaged by your feelings of guilt

Counseling is a non-start and the futility of alcohol is obvious

The sins of the fathers are here to stay.  There is no new day

Once I loved then forgot what love was all about

Stanski

February 8, 2022 ^

The waiting is not always splendid

Many times accompanied by

Grief.  Things done wrong or failed

To do now become regrets

Jesus died for us to absolve us

From the fretting and anguish

He wants us to do well

That is His focus.

Not evil which his death voided,

But works of good which will

Lift us along with others

Goodness is a release

Evil an anchor

Let us be good and do well

Amen

Steve Haarman aka Stanaki

February 7, 2022 ^

We are not blessed with any blight

That will attack winter and slowly

Turn it into early spring. 

How bad would that be

We are already twisted

The world is upside down

Nowhere to go to feel secure

Signs, mandates, fiats and

Outright orders which are destroying

Our country piece by piece

We complain but those that can

Are doing nothing so the ruin is on

I put my faith where it belongs

But faith must be accompanied

By action and action is difficult

If one does not know what to do

People are replaced by other people

And nothing changes

There is a pretense or order but

With cameras and graphics

Trickery has more reality than

Reality itself and people are sick

Sick of lies, condition and mostly

Sick of the Covid and the leaders

Creating laws for everyone

Except for themselves

They double down on expression

Then make no hesitation on

Going out and breaking their own

Commandments with ease and laughter

There will be no end to this as long

As control is the main focus

Government employees enjoy

The compensation and then we

Have the buying of votes doomed to

Keep things as they are

Too many are suffering for the sake

Of a few.  Lucifer is making his run

Someone will pay.  We wait and watch

Stanski

February 7, 2022 ^

Looking out my window

I see the moon craters

Choppy and crumbly

Rocky and stumbling

No one is out walking

They like their skin

It is very cold

No words can describe

Why are we here

Whose idea to colonize

How long will fuel last

Will the engines start?

We are told to not worry

Very easy to say

I am one of eight

How many miles from home

Or from the earth station

What direction is up?

Are we still online?

Have we heard from Houston?

They are still celebrating

The president is happy

His first positive accomplishment

He is happy with his ice cream

We have three days here

To see how we survive

One of us is sick and the

General Doctor is stumped

The handwriting on the wall

Is not encouraging

We are down to seven

The body is shrink-wrapped

Beyond the craters is water

The sun glares in a blinding way

The dead one was the chief engineer

A rescue ship has been lifted

Houston has come to life

They can zero in on us

Save us from an ill fate

It is not over yet, but we have hope

Stanski

February 5, 2022 ^

Look upward for strength

Life’s answers do not come by

Pawning problems off to others

Inner security allows you to

Address your situations head-on

Not always a rosy picture

Walking away brings no satisfaction

Hesitation brings only delay

The route to success often comes

By experiencing failures

No need to put your head down

There will be no quitting

Pick yourself up:

You are not on the journey alone

By Steve Haarman

February 4, 2022 ^

I am very tired, but

There is much to do

No quitting at this time

More a time to renew

So I look at options

Choose a path to travel

Get the show together

Before it begins to unravel

Angels do no waiting

They have their orders

Proceed with every duty

Regardless of hall or corridor

Dark angels get in our way

Encourage us to slow down

Set up obstacles and roadblocks

Smile at our stumbling frown

But light overtakes this darkness

We pick up our pieces of courage

What once seemed impossible

Is nothing more than a mirage

I take a breath of fresh air

My load now seems lighter

I pick up my tools and begin

My day seems so much brighter

Stanski

July 30, 2018 ^

The weather is great

A beautiful sunset

From my window, I could see

The golden dune grass

Waving in the soft breeze

This was while the weather reporters

Were predicting a huge snowstorm

Seven to ten inches; I proclaimed:

There shall be no snow before its time

Schools were canceled for two days

The next day; no snow; it was not time

That evening I could not see the sun and

It started to spit snow after dark

The next morning; I had to say:  It is time

Six to twelve inches of lovely white snow

I started my snowblower

Worked for two hours clearing the drive

Also my parking area and some of the road

County workers had not yet arrived

There was no traffic except for one truck

It is February; the groundhog saw its shadow

Stanski

February 8, 2021 ^

Abstract wishes

Mutterings of possibilities

Slipping away now

Before deaths claims

Puts an end

To all dreams and

Wishes become meaningless

The forlorn remains forlorn

Happy people laugh

Controllers control

Servers will serve tomorrow

Starters begin

Share the message

Bankers analyze

World keeps turning

Coyotes howl

Flowers bloom

The moon cycles

Rivers flow

Ashes of lost ones

Scatter in the wind

By Steve Haarman AKA sTANSKI

January 31, 2022 ^