. HAVE NO COMPLAINTS Complaints ring hollow when we view possibilities and awake to opportunities. What is in our way for anything if we were to try? Nothing has to be the reply. Why would you turn it down? There is no place, no city or town where you could rest without disgrace although no one would know unless you would tell that you walked away when you knew you could turn around and change your life. This life you have, and others don’t. They laid down theirs so you could pout about how tough it is to walk about. With their life gone it’s up to you. You owe them. Now you work for two. Their cause will not allow your pause. Honor for them is doing the best you can do, and never forgetting what it’s about or why they fought. And we must not forget those who came before us with nothing and who uttered no complaint and showed no restraint for that which they knew they must do. We are now thankful for the lesson There is no way to thank them for their gifts except to improve the way we live. By Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 23, 2021 ^
Author: stevehaarman
AN UPSIDE DOWN WORLD
Isis in Yemen Also Nigerian Terrorists The world is upside down Religion exists at risk Covid-19 running ramped Inoculations taking place Chines Communist Party seeking Control of the world The virus is their weapon Along with political unrest In the United States Election discord paramount Denial and contentious Main stream media effective In omitting the truth Peaceful protests meld into violence BLM and Antifa are Marxist socialists Their names sound so innocent But they have spearheaded Millions of dollars in destruction Cities on the rebound before covid-19 Now doubt exists they will not recover Huge irregularities in Georgia So obvious but yet denied The pandemic seems to be a ploy To cover the destruction of our rights Stimulus checks to foreign countries Soldiers homeless and depressed The erudite are nowhere to be found Solutions seem to be haphazard Politics in a quandary because of payoffs The Chinese trying to tighten their grip Are we ready to drop to the ground Like an overripe plum? Only time will tell Stanski January 4, 2021
THE WAITING
Those who abide will receive their award The philosophy of many learned people Follow in the footsteps of the strong, The righteous, the forgiving and the just Know that darkness will never overcome The sage remind us of the Sacred Light We must never adjust to idleness There is too much to do and time is short Many are waiting for our help Do we say yes to the call or just ignore Are we attentive to the world’s condition? Lovely cruises in warm climates sound great But feeding those suffering starvation feels good Inspect the condition about you What can you do to help improve it? If this is the road you wish to take, remember You must be strong and persevere because It is an uphill climb and when you get to the top You must realize that the journey has just begun Some, including myself, are on the edge of the end It would be easy to fold and walk away, but Prudence advises that you would become depressed You stay light and lively by giving of yourself The Sea of Galilee is green and full of life Trees, vines, flowers and shrubs grow abundantly For every drop of water it receives, it gives back The same to the Jordan River which then flows to The Dead Sea where no life exists or could thrive Every drop of water it receives it keeps Where do you want to be? Angelic spirits must be your guide Open up and do what you know is right When looking back you will have no regrets Your home in the Kingdom will be waiting for you Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 20, 2021 ^
JUST WONDERING
I wonder who these people are Working for us in Washington Truth seems not to matter Corruption puts them on the run Glory be they plead for money While taking payoffs behind the scene The set themselves up for a lifetime It must be a part of the American dream We give away our equity To projects foolish and vile And to countries against us Then expect us to smile They act pompous and righteous As though they really cared Control is really their main theme No regard if to the taxpayer it was fair A pauper becomes a millionaire Then strong – makes proclamations The oceans will be rising very soon, but Then buy million dollar estates on the Vineyard Must feel they are safeguarded by the moon From a country song come these words: "The moon could move oceans if it took the notion Make mountains tremble and rivers run dry" It cannot cancel culture or the level of the sea We cannot have our history rewritten Nor can we destroy out literature Mark Twain wrote the good book Will Huckleberry Finn survive? How can you celebrate Fidel Castro? He killed hundreds of thousands of protestors I wonder who these people are Who dance in the moon light Stanski January 19, 2021 ^
THINGS WE KNOW OR SHOULD KNOW
There will be a time when Wheat will be separated from chaff While the wheat is stored The chaff will be burned So it is with mankind We will hear weeping and The gnashing of teeth It will be too late We all have our chances Have learned right from wrong Have at least been taught or heard That we should be humble, not arrogant That it is better to serve than be served Give of yourself to others This is idealism for sure But a beautiful way to live Those who deny will live the high life But there is an unwritten cost for this Who will be the collector of the toll? We find out when we pass through the gate Until then it would be wise To do what we have been instructed to So easy and still quite difficult Too many distractions for the weak Not enough tools for the meek It is the fringes that they seek Where they will make their effort With or without support Waiting for the final report Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 19, 2021 ^
LITTLE ABNER AND ME
I was wondering what to do so Decided to go look for Little Abner Thought we could write a song Or study the gestures of Groucho Marx I was looking for log cabins And laundry drying on a line Traveled Kentucky and Tennessee This was being an adventurous feat Abner and I are alike We both feel strong about truth There is nothing we would do That could be considered uncouth We both love our country Have affection for the land We stand and salute the flag And think that the eagle is grand In fact we could have been brothers Harbor love, honor and respect in our hearts The fact that I probably won’t find him Was with me from the start Dasie May was a loving bride In the fields they would walk, not ride They loved their home and family Lived their lives with humility Abner was a loving neighbor Would help when needed with labor I’ve done my best to track him down Have scoured every village and town So my adventure had to end I think of him as a dear friend He stood for righteousness without a doubt His determination for goodness would never end Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 18, 2021 ^
SPIRITUAL DREAMS
. I am looking for the tall man An Indian descendant of an angel This is taking place in my dreams I am mystical but have no angle In searching what this life is about There are no handy answers Shamans may have an agenda As a partial angel I feel a smear This giant, peaceful Indian man Is here to offer to me good news He isn’t preaching, just talking true Mentioned the Promised Land Being returned to the Jews Talked about the universe, how unending As for us we are specks of dust Even the non-angel part of me The universal tapestry is just rust Still we all wish to place a stitch This accomplishment won’t amount to much What is beyond us is something glorious Yet we are living in a world of multiple fuss You can grow said this Indian wearing no paint What is waiting for you we cannot discuss I understand, he said, your present desire You cannot possibly imagine the golden fire Think of what you are doing every minute of your life Watch out for everyone in the grips of strife Dedicate yourself to what you know is right The reward beyond you will be worth your fight This beautiful man, the Indian angel Conversed with me---beauty---there was no quarrel It is now, he indicated, versus eternity Give up all pettiness, it is glory you want to see He vanished like vapor rising into the sky My dream ended, could not be recalled I saw the daylight and began to cry I wanted to reach out, give him a kiss He had reaffirmed for me the road to bliss Love, honor and respect of others He gave cause for my angel wings to flutter Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 17, 2021 ^
NOONTIME PARTY
NOONTIME PARTY Everything was ready That was the good part It is not unusual To have the hour strike The appointed time and Suddenly remember That something was going to happen Then scramble to be ready This was so different: Cloth napkins in cute napkin rings Lying beside each plate How nice! A carved penguin for the table-décor Followed by three little wooden chicks Polar bear, also carved, stood guard Noon festivities began Everyone enjoying the great view Blessings were said including A prayer for frigid weather A rally for the winter carnival Secret prayers for an early summer Everyone enjoyed the pea soup Soon lunch was over As I speak the truth I say A good time was had by all After the cleanup I took a nap By Steve Haarman aka Stanski January 16, 2021 ^
TUNA FOR SIX
How many hands should a good cook have if
Too many chefs will spoil the stew?
More than one the answer would be
If you plan to bake and also serve tea
The recipe goes:
Melt the butter, add the flour and seasonings
Stir until bubbling, then for three minutes more
Mix in cream cheese, add tuna and olives
Cook noodles until tender and drain
Layer ingredients as directed into
A large greased bowl
Place in oven
Bake for one-half hour at 350 degrees
Clean up the measures, spoons and the pans
Two hands to work with, everything is fine
Remove chef hat, apron: it’s time to serve
The table is dressed with clean cloth
Fresh flowers and candles burning so bright
Guests look ready to eat all in sight
They smile, drink wine, and toast each other
Playing their part, they’re on best behavior
They claim, one and all, the tuna supreme
Is something they’d dreamed of forever
Soon it is over; dessert and more wine
The music fades out: time to go home
Ready, they say good-night and go
Leaving me happy, but worn to the bone
By Steve Haarman aka Stanski
January 15, 2021
GETTING THROUGH A DAY
“Here is another one I wrote”, she said. I listened, waiting so I could reply with an unrehearsed,
“that was very fine.” She smiled, knowing that it was,
and smiled, knowing that I would never say anything
different, not because I couldn’t or
wouldn’t, but appreciated my splendor in being prudent.
“What would you say if that was Stanley’s work?”
“Oh, I would say that was very fine Stan and I mean it,
too.” Stan would have a glimmer in his eye.
He wouldn’t really care. He wrote it as it was and that was that.
He would have it no other way.
She said that she was like that and that if it
worked for her then she had nothing to dread.
“I am willing to wait until the readers get caught up
and I won’t hesitate to help them along if they so
desire, and if they just want to leave it alone and walk away
with no consideration for another day then that’s just the way it is.
I think that last writing said as much and by the way
do you like Michigan Fudge, because you can have some
if you promise to be good.” “I think I am always good,
my self-esteem is high and I have enough of it to carry us both.”
She said she was grateful and then she wondered when
we were going to buy a boat or were we just going to ride our ponies?
Written by Steve Haarman
aka Stanski
aka Stansberry McKricken
January 14, 2021 ^ “Kindness is never lost sometimes it is just never found.”
Steve Haarman 