Author: stevehaarman

 Sometimes you lack experience
 Meaning a second string quarterback
  
 And then on the next play 
 He throws a touchdown
  
 I think of the announcers
 Wonder then who needs experience
  
 They need practice on how to go through
 The game without being redundant
  
 How many times must they say
 Backup quarterback or tell us
  
 In advance what the next play will be
 When it is obvious to most. The game goes on
  
 Chatter continues;
 The band plays
  
 Everyone is happy
 No experience needed
  
 Stanski
 November 23, 2019 ^ 

 It was a different feeling
 Out at Grandma’s farm
 Uncles out hunting
 Rabbits or pheasants
  
 No schedule
 Meals always available
 Grandma busy in the kitchen
 Or sitting with her sewing basket
  
 Uncles in or out
 Success or complaint
 Weather never mattered
 Enrichment knows no season
  
 Nor emotions and sentiment
 Now looking back, although insignificant 
 The memory of being there
 Was one of the greatest things
  
 That mattered in my life
 Rabbits, birds and seasons
 Come and go; skies change
 Sounds vary as does
  
 The fragrance of the earth
 I changed; we all change
 As time changes and
 We wonder at times if it is for the better
  
 Stanski
 November 23, 2019 ^
   

 I’m not a complainer
 I face up to reality
 When someone says no to me
  
 What have I got?
 A knockout on a lost highway
 I need something for the pain
  
 Being shot through the heart
 Is not what I wanted
 When I said I’d die for you
  
 I guess I was living with a ghost, but
 Now alone like the last man standing
 I thought we had it going
  
 I’m a one women man
 Felt we were beautiful together
 Say you love me; lie to me
  
 I need something to take me
 From Saturday night to Sunday morning
 Someday I’ll be there again
  
 I’ll be there for someone new
 Don’t have any apologies
 It was all about loving you
  
 Now the bridge is burned
 Won’t be looking back
 So don’t raise your hands
  
 Stanski
 December 5, 2019 ^ 

 MY NAME IS GUY NOIR
  
 She is a lady!  
 Recognized by many.  
 I know her and can say 
 that she is all of that, 
 but then so much more
 I call her the story-teller 
 and I have heard them all
 My name is Guy Noir and 
 I’ve been around the corner 
 a time or two
  
 I’m an investigator and though 
 I’ve not been gainfully employed 
 for a while as such,
 I have taken this gentle job 
 as an usher in the local library
 I started as assistant, 
 but now I’m the main man.
 Everyone comes to me for 
 information, confirmation and affirmation
  
 She’s no different.  
 She has twelve stories 
 and has told me as much
 The thing she tries to hide is 
 the various forms of the same tale
 Her routine is to work the stories 
 depending on the crowd
 There are direct versions and the embellished
  
 Knowing her people is the key
 This passes over most but
 I am not routine challenged
 I can spot her type a mile away
 My talents are such that 
 I wonder why I don’t have more work
 That’s the way the investigative business goes
  
 The stories are hers and 
 she’s got them down
 She plays the same song in twelve scales
 A lot of people enjoy her tune
 Those that don’t stock up on rope
  
 Hanging themselves is the easy way out
 Guilt is hers when this happens 
 and she feels real bad
 Then again she has 
 a wholesale outlet for flowers 
 So she’s really all set
  
 There are not many like her
 And as I’ve said
 I’m Guy Noir and I know
 She is good at what she does
  
 Stanski
 December 5, 2019 ^
  
   

 FRED AT BEDTIME

 Fred decided to go to bed
 His wife Hazel was already in bed
 Well I guess I’m going to bed Fred said
 Would you shut the ****
 Would you be quiet Fred?
 I’m trying to sleep over here
  
 Fred quietly slipped into bed
 He wasn’t very comfortable
 His house robe was still on
 It had been a gift from Hazel
 Thanks again for the robe Hazel
 Shhh!  Said Hazel
  
 Fred threw the robe away
 He had never liked it 
 Chenille had never been a hit with him
 Hazel recovered the discarded robe
 She took it to Goodwill Industries
  
 Scouting the bins she
 Found a silk robe and
 Thought it would fit Fred
 She liked him in robes and
 Sometimes referred to them as smoking jackets
 Fred did not smoke
  
 It’s very nice said Fred after
 He had tried it on
 Thank you Hazel
 The next day
 Fred left home
 He stopped at the Grocers
 He loved oranges
  
 Stanski
 December 4, 2019 ^
   

  
 Doors close; chapters end; friends go
 We take this with sorrow and sometimes regret
 Once gone there is nothing we can do
 There was a chance once.
 Maybe it was missed.  Maybe not
 We go on.  We think
 Sometimes we beat our self up
 But why?
  
 Life is a two way street
 We can only travel one way at a time
 The regret may be that we can’t travel two
 Life works its own way and
 Unfolds for us and is there for the taking or leaving
 We take when we can or when convenience dictates
 We leave when we must
 There is no other way
  
 We embrace and cherish
 Those who give comfort
 And give back more or less as we can
 Life goes on
  
 We see things we can’t believe
 We believe things we can’t see or understand
 We remember and then forget
 We learn and fail to implement
 Overall we improve ourselves and move forward
  
 We look for the truth and know we only have today
 Do what we can and release the rest
 Be joyful and believe in yourself
 Worry not about the goodbyes
 Focus on the hellos
  
 Stanski
 December 4, 2019 ^

 I’ll be there for you
 I can make that promise
 It is my life and
 I know the way
 Never wasting time
 Living on a prayer
 Keeping the faith is good
 But not wearing it on 
 Your sleeve is even better
 People like action
 Not just stories of
 What you might do
 If only things go your way
  
 In my arms
 You will have a life
 I’ll be there for you
 Unbroken; never broken
 Even in the worst of times
 I am not a runaway 
 That would be bad medicine
 And I don’t want a roller coaster life
 So lay your hands on me
 Just because you can and want to
 You will never have any regrets
 Every day will be Saturday
 You’ll be saying we’re living a love song
 I’ll be saying thank you for loving me
  
 Stanski
 December 4, 2019 ^ 

 TODAY’S VISIONS
  
 Just a glance to the north
 Trees with branches full of
 Technicolor leaves catching the
 Light of the southern sun fills us
 With enchanting feelings
  
 Father Frost has been busy
 He is a show-off and pretends
 That all of this is easy 
  
 We are infatuated with the one we are with
 And pass through the seasons together
 Years slip by while we hardly notice
 We dance our way through all kinds of weather
 Soon we find ourselves in our autumn
 We are thankful for the beauty we find
 When the right sun shines on us
  
 All things in time 
 Is not hard to understand
 Denial is not an ally 
 It will never change your feelings
 Trees drop their leaves  
 Then have new beginnings
  
 We stand tall and are soothed by 
 Our genuine feelings for each other
 Never too proud
 We can accept small year-by-year changes
 Aware that our leaves may finally fall
 Maybe not now, but soon
 And then, our new beginnings
  
 But first we must face another truth
 Snow falls deep in December 
 It is no longer November and
 April is still months away
 We will make the best of this
 Isn't that what we always do?

 Stanski
 December  4, 2019 ^

 I am tired of 
 hearing Joe Namath 
 talk about getting 
 free meals from
 Medicare along 
 with free rides to
 appointments and 
 the rest of the
 long list of freebies
  
 Why wouldn’t 
 the powers to be
 pay someone a
 little more destitute 
 and believable 
 I liked Joe when 
 he led the Jets over
 the Colts.  
 That was 
 quite a feat.
 I remember 
 Emerson Booser 
 running the ball
  
 Now Mike Ditka is 
 doing the hawking
 He isn’t chewing gum
 like he did when 
 he was running 
 frantically on
 the sidelines of 
 the Chicago Bears
 What makes these 
 guys authorities?
 Maybe the way 
 they were so good 
 at spitting
  
 Stanski
 December 3, 2019 ^ 

  
 Wind roaring in darkened sky
 Waves pounding relentlessly
 People wonder what’s happening
 Moving with uncertainty
 Just that time of year
 A little before the hunt
  
 Adrenalin naturally flowing
 Taking the listless out of their funk
 I ponder and look for the beauty
 No one can take that away
 Some won’t waste their time on this
 Trying to save it for another day
  
 Besides they’re getting ready
 For the really big event
 The tracking, the hoping and the plotting
 The camping, the trailer or tent
 A few days pass; they seem the same
 No snow, no tracks and no deer
  
 They’re using quite a bit of time
 Playing cards and drinking beer
 More days go and then some snow
 They think they like the beauty
 Success of the hunt comes to them
 They march proudly as if it were duty
  
 Camp is broken; now homeward bound
 They’re the exceptional ones in the crowd
 Eagles are spotted, along with a bear
 In this land of enchantment they’re proud
 Arrive at home and strut their strut
 Like boys graduating from school
 They know all about nature’s beauty
 And love it, too.  They’re nobody’s fool
  
 Stanski
 December 2, 2019 ^