Author: stevehaarman

No one said that
Life was easy
There is a purpose and
We are to know
Everything we do is
Not unknown, whether 
Good or bad, but
God is forgiving
His Son died for us
And for our sins
He directs our goodness
He knows all and
Each of us has a purpose
We may never know what
That purpose is, however 
We should open up to it
And thank Him for 
Working through us

It is not always the
Momentous; the noticeable
Often the little things
Will make the impact
We are not alone
With God’s help 
We become a duet
He does not need us
But we can not
Live without Him
He gives meaning
To our lives
We must tamper down our ego
This is not a waiting game
We should open up and act now
No one knows how many
Chances will be given
Our movement must be sincere
Meaningless works against us
Follow the good voices we hear

Stanski
July 16, 2021 ^

At nine o’clock I start thinking
About those I have forgotten
I wonder if I have ever hurt them
In ways that I never sought
This is life and things happen
In ways that one never knows
Soon you are forgotten, too
And only your sorrow shows
I think of many things
In the past that passes us by
Wonder how things might have been
When viewed form someone else’s eye
The thing is, we all move on
Except those who tend to cling
They become the champion of stories
Know every song we would wing
No way to go back to the past
Because now it is only pro-log
Look at the steps we took to
Only become a useful cog
In the wheel of life that is turning, but
Waiting not for you or me
Step aboard and become part of the action
Be the best that you can be
Or jump off and seek isolation
Avoid anything that seems untoward
Live a life futile and complaining
Of no excitement and that you are bored
Answers do no come easy
Sometimes no answers at all
I can picture one laying in repose
In a casket in an empty hall
I think of all the people
Wonder where they are
And if they soared like a rocket
Or stayed just how they were

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski
July 15, 2021 ^

I interrupt my writings
To declare how frightened
I am with what is going on
In our country since the
So called election of 
The present occupant
Most who are honest, whether 
Liberal or conservative, would
Say that we are in a state of affairs
Which is not conducive to 
A favorable outcome
Most will understand my fear
All of the outpouring of good
Which had been part of life
Now appears meaningless
As we watch the left take over
And create new ideologies
Which are denied by 
The average leftists who
Say that they are not that crazy
But the proof is in the doing and
They show up too late with too little
The left white-lists those who are
Trying to keep our country great
I tremble at their intentions
Socialist Marxism is not pretty
We can look at Cuba and Venezuela 
As examples of this outcome
The only thing equal is the shared misery
It is hard to believe that the left
Is working hard to achieve this
I shudder at the number of lives lost
By our military trying to defend freedom
And the de-funding of the police who
Are trying to keep the peace
I pray for the “peaceful protestors” and
Hope they will wake up soon

Stanski
July 14, 2021 ^

In life there are things 
We wish to believe – maybe
Because we are prejudiced
And we stick with these beliefs
Until we are convinced otherwise
Then we take another view
This is normal
It is called behavior
No one wants to be wrong
But most normal people
When truth becomes obvious
Come around to logic
It is not magic
More like maturity
We take time to reflect
Delve into critical thinking
Move away from group think
Realize the joy of independence
We look at the forest
It looks as if one, but
Many trees exist, each different
Some similar; they make up the sum
People, too, make up the whole
They resemble each other,
But are not totally alike
Thinking will not be the same
Source of information differs
We all have opinions
Truth lays there amongst us
We should all be thinking
Looking for logical positions
Based on authentic facts
Peace comes in your own shade
The loudest voice isn’t always right
Your opinions may cost you
Relationships are broken
Seasons are always changing
Life is a precious gift
We often lose track of this
Nothing is so important
To make us forget

Stanski
July 13, 2021 ^

The agenda is Climate Change
It is not an agenda
It is an ideology
The Great Lakes were 
Carved out by glaciers
Pictured Rocks in Munising
Are 300 million years old
They were not caused by man
The English Channel was formed
When the rivers which formed
From melting glaciers washed
Out the soft land mass between
Western Europe and the United Kingdom

All voices should be heard, but
As advocates fly away in their private jets
To attend meetings or receive awards
We are left wondering where
There truth comes from
It used to be global cooling, but when
That failed it became global warming
And as that concept was disproved
The accepted term shifted to climate change
This type of change is nothing new in
The history of mankind; nature has its cycles
And all energy comes from the sun
This is denied by the elite who cannot 
Profit from this very pointed truth

Climate has changed for millions of years
We do not need pompous leaders to
Profit over what they have no control
This misguidance with purpose 
Will have its consequences
Those who believe are foolish
Those who deny are punished

Stanski
July 13, 2021 ^

The occupant says
Unwittingly and unknowingly
That the Cuban people
Are protesting for the
Chinese Virus Vaccine
And there are cheers
Amongst the left and
Their water carriers

No, no, no --- The protest
Is for freedom; the removal
From communist control
Many will die because
They do not want Marxism
But desire capitalism and liberty
Those on the left are content
They gave their two cents worth

The Cuban’s uprising must be supported
We turn our backs as
We salute solo space flights
Where are our priorities
We are watching our leaders
Endorse Marxist Socialism
Pretending we are racists

We watch our women’s soccer team
Fumble around, hunch their shoulders
Act indifferently as a 98 year old
World War II veteran plays the
Star Spangled Banner on his harmonica 
Who from Cuba would not be proud?
They risk their lives for freedom
The far-left remains silent on
Cuban protests – mislabeling them

Our occupant is not cognizant 
The Lady in the Harbor cries

Stanski 
July 12, 2021 ^

I have the dreams, don’t ask me why.
They are what I would call very natural,
even intuitive.  They come to me sometimes in 
the early morning while I lie in bed.  
I have no idea of the minutes involved.  
It could be hours, possibly only seconds, but 
when I sense awareness I get up feeling exhausted.
I know then I am in real life and dangers as
well as suffering exists all around.  I am an angel 
in my distinct human form and have real angels in my midst.  
I can hear them breathing.  They are patient, but 
always in a hurry.  I cannot look at them for 
they cannot be seen.  We speak our own 
versions of the same language.
When I begin I am on my own even in their midst.
I will find something finished that I had to do and
wonder what angel showed up early.  It does
not matter in reality because the achievement is
the only important thing.  I (we) move on with 
an awareness of the perking and churning that 
is going on, our destiny must continue.  Angels work 
quietly and make no claim.  I make no claim.
When bells ring around noon we stop independently,
speak with the Master in prayer.
He does not demand this and is 
thrilled to hear  familiar voices, astonished that we 
continue to care.  We are enlivened with eagerness, 
although I never want to overdo in any one day.
If I do it some of my dreams seem stolen.
I stop appropriately, knowing that today has been good.
I return home to relax and drink wine.
I put out several bottles and glasses.  
I hear singing and laughing.
I join in knowing that this is the smelling of flowers,
reaching the top of the mountain and 
the filling up after the emptying.
I will safely sleep, knowing all is well for now.

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski
July 13, 2021 ^

Nature’s ways and gifts
Raise hope for 
The talent
We may have or
Desire to develop
Clouds move away from the sun 
The light and brightness inspire
Then gray and dark puffs of sky
Bring a quick change in the weather
Snowflakes large and plentiful
Take away the vision of the horizon
Then without notice, ceases,
Leaving us in wonder
Squirrels and birds carry on
The deer come and go
Larger footprints suggest wolves
Who have a way of staying low
The soft ground is scarred when 
Plowed to remove the snow
Time will heal:   No one will know
Damaged fences will be mended in time
The story of mankind
The problem of understanding
These mysteries keep us enthralled
We celebrate the seasons
The changes every day
Staying true to our senses
Is easier than keeping up on our work
Somehow in the end
Everything important gets done
We have our fling being dismissive
Then pay the price when we get flung
It all works out like rain and thunder
In the end we can only wonder, but
We know that we are not in charge
And realize we are safer that way

Stanski
July 12, 2021 ^

No melody; just ripping, dropping, 
cussing and other unexplained noises 
keep me from focusing in on what 
I am going to be doing.  
Time idles away until finally 
the noise subsides and I am able to 
proceed with calm hands 
and peaceful mind.

No one can preach to a fire siren or 
play music to a lawnmower.  
Steady, steady I proceed, 
filling in blank spaces on 
the paper in front of me.  
I don’t expect a Whitman, 
Frost, or Sandburg, but 
hope for something acceptable 
to the less critical eye.
  
This is daytime, so 
the natural mystic of the night 
is not going to aid me in any way.  
My arousal will come 
from sources unknown.  
Music will help so 
I listen to soft jazz.  
It helps my rhythm and 
tweaks my creative side 
in just the right shades 
of expression and inspiration 
for the way I am feeling now.  

Help is needed and 
my attempt to provide it 
through poetry has worked in the past, 
but that soul baring, 
tortuous procedure is difficult, 
even though I give it my all. 

Many have counseled with words. 
I proceed while finding it 
difficult to stay focused on my resolve.  
The whole wall, if you want to look at it 
in that way, may crumble and 
fall to the ground before 
the impact of this missive has 
a chance to challenge or soothe. 

I only have the present, 
so I will use what I come up with, 
hoping for the best and 
will attempt to get in the zone, 
so to speak, at a later date.  

This is never easy.  
There is no logical basis 
for expecting success, 
except that you have been 
there before and triumphed.  
The world of the living goes on 
and the array of emotions can blend 
together to present a reassuring effect.
  
When approaching the spiritual realm, 
in which one has suffered 
a heartbreaking loss, 
feelings spatter in all directions 
and finding a safe harbor 
takes more time than 
those on the outside can comprehend.  
Still, I go on and will keep writing 
until I find the right touch, 
the warm balm that begins the healing.  

Steve Haarman aka Stanski
January 20, 2015 ^

We walked the beach at sunset
Small waves lapped the shore
Cool air blew in our faces
The creek was where we turned around, but
Not before we watched the sun drop
Below the western horizon
The sky was brilliant with color
The wind picking up was at our back
We call this living
Some wonder what yoopers do

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski aka Stanski
July 8, 2021 ^