Author: stevehaarman

 I woke and remembered I had been dreaming of
 a room full of overflowing wastebaskets which 
 I kicked over accidentally because I was                       
 late starting for my trip to Chicago 
  
 I did arrive in time for the afternoon meeting
 Where we discussed declining population
 And excessive sunflower production in North Dakota
 Representatives from the farmland were worried 
 about revenues
  
 It was noted that lake water had dropped
 after three years of rising and 
 there was worry that the Russians
 and Chinese were draining 
 the Great Lakes for fresh water for drinking  
 Conspiracy stories were running wild.
  
 The Fentanyl epidemic was growing worse with an 
 Increasing number of deaths.  The border wall
 was complete and no one could explain the reason
 Many blamed the Chinese
  
 It was noted that there was rioting 
 Over the cost of beef
 Ranchers said there was a shortage, but
 meat lockers were full of product that
 had remained frozen for over two years
 Normalcy was not going to prevail
  
 Also noted was that the Queen of England 
 and the Pope of Rome were traveling  to 
 an important meeting at the United Nations 
 They were to receive the Rosa Parks Award
 for addressing world problems. Sixty communist countries 
 would be the only ones in attendance 
 The meeting ended with no resolutions, but 
 an agreement to meet again soon
  
 Stanski
 November 4, 2019 ^
  
  
  
   

 Before one commits he seeks a perfect situation
 I might say now that this is futile
 The looking may take forever 
 Because perfection is allusive 
 What you thought was there and right
 Changes quickly as does circumstance
 You spot a flaw; that is your perception
 A wonderful opportunity is passed by
  
 A person expresses an interest in another
 This being is then examined by the pursued
 Again, little flaws appear which puts 
 the person in a less than ideal perspective
 The warrior, as we will call him,
 continues on his search, which may
 include an employment opening, or
 someone to cherish and love
 Possibly a house he wishes to make a home
 Time continues to march on as time does
  
 A favorable juncture of situations occurs
 The warrior has a heart that is beating rapidly
 In his mind he has arrived
 Everything is favorable, finally at last
 He strives in to seal the deal, so to speak
 but someone else is hired in the ideal job
 The house is sold out from under him as 
 he reacted too slowly and then his own flaws
 chased away the one person he could love
  
 He is alone and totally broken
 The past events and chances make no sense 
 He, in his mind, has been a fool and 
 now perfection means very little to him
 He is willing to settle on less than his ideal
 He is older and still has to grow
 Wisdom was slow in weaving itself into 
 what we will call his reality
 The only perfection was his imperfection 
  
 Stanski
 November 2, 2019 ^
   

 The slip asked for the group leader
 I signed my pen name “Stanski”
 Someone asked who in hell Stanski was
 Do you believe in God, I asked
 What has that to do with it?
 It has a lot to do with it
 God has an angel in me
 The angel uses pennames 
 Sometimes they are my names
 This is one of them

 I believe in evolution someone said
 Then I can answer that, too
 Stanski evolved over the years
 First it was Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski
 Then Stanislaus Kuperski
 Then Stansberry McKricken
 Followed by A.H. McKricken
 Sometimes I used my own name
 Some people called me Stans
 Then Stanski evolved

 Pretty easy to follow, isn’t it?
 Yes, except the part about the angel
 I believe in angels and also in miracles
 I have been a part of small miracles
 Only angels can partake in them
 People have called me their angel
 What more must you know?

 The critics were all silent
 They knew they had been had
 There was no false worship, but
 They were not true believers
 Standing back they said, well 
 I guess that is it

 He made his point validly 
 Both the spiritual and the evolutionary
 Covered every possibility 
 Did it persuasively 
 That’s Stanski for you
  
 Stanski
 June 14, 2017 ^
   

 There is almost no wind
 Temperature is 35 degrees
 Sky is gray, but out over the lake
 I see bundles of white and
 A little pinkish-cream
 Below me in my landscape are
 Deep crimson leaves on a small bush
 There is beauty to behold even 
 In the midst of a lonesome fall day
  
 I think of the creator and am at peace
 Life for me will unfold today at His pace
 Will reflect on this tonight
 Don’t know where I’ll be
 I must travel downstate, but
 May wait for tomorrow
 I like to place these things in His hands
 He will show me the way and I like
 Riding with the King
  
 In town I hear grumbling
 What a lousy day.  Hope we get 
 Indian summer.  I do, too
 I hope we get it in December, but
 Reality must be addressed
 This is not Miami, but I would
 Not exchange it for anywhere else
 It is a great day for meditation 
 Hope everyone sees it that way
  
 Stanski
 November 2, 2019 ^
   

  
 It is very quiet
 There is a hum from the refrigerator
 I opened a door
 I listen to a fairly cool wind and
 The waves were pounding the beach again 
 This changed the quiet to a roar
 The wind and waves operate efficiently without a permit,
 Giving and taking as they please
 The DEQ people are government men
 They follow the rules and even make some up
 An endangered iris can call off a beautifully planned resort
 Nature will remove it and there is not a whimper
 Men can be controlled, but you cannot fool mother

 Winter started early in October, but doesn’t start 
 Until late in December, meaning we will only
 Have about seven months of it this year
 That is unless April gives us a break
 It is hard to think of November already
 Wasn’t is just Labor Day
 So many things happening
 Too much chatter
 Statements made that defy logic
 I can only wonder and hope
 Many of my friends have left for their winter homes
 I am not a snow bird
 I saw a red-headed woodpecker yesterday
 Took it for a good omen 
  
 Stanski
 November 2, 2019 

.
 I woke up and checked the clock
 Had slept most of the day
 Must be a bug or something
 Now it is almost 2 A.M.
 Thoughts run through my mind
 I am happy and I am sad
 Happy about my perspective and
 Sad about the world condition
 We celebrated Halloween for about
 A month in Manistique
 Decorations were up early and
 Survived all the storms 
 People wore costumes to work
 One minister said he didn’t wear them
 For him, I thought, they weren’t necessary
 Why does my mind work like that?
 He is a nice man and no malice was intended
 No one trick or treats in my neighborhood
 Not enough residents at home to make it worthwhile
 One year I bought a bunch of pencils decorated with pumpkins
 I had them all four years later and dropped them off at the library
 They had a good laugh 
  
 Stanski
 November 2, 2019
   

 Ducks crossing a road
 Autos slow to a stop
 How adorable
 It is said by
 One of the many
 Talking heads
 Lovely, really nice
  
 Considerate drivers
 All to be commended
 The ducks are safe
 That is good
 But adorable? 
 Isn’t that to be 
 Reserved for God?
 Am I being petty?
  
 No, just upset
 With the misuse of words
 They all have meaning
 Should be used in
 The proper context
 We take these liberties 
 Meanings are watered down
 Until character
 No longer has a meaning
  
 Stanski
 August 8, 2019 ^ 

 I am a dreamer
 Such a lovely thing
 I had a dream
 Has a special ring
 Many mope, wondering
 What is there to do?
 Go find some work; get tired
 Or go crazy like some old fool
  
 Mow your lawn
 Wash your face
 Have a nice lunch
 Don’t forget to say grace
 I am a dreamer
 I sit and dream
 Some think it’s easy
 But it’s not as it seems
  
 I am not someone
 Who has given up
 So much out there to live for
 And many to share the cup
 I dream of trees lit up
 By the early morning sun
 The sky bright in color
 When the day is nearly done
  
 Some complain; it isn’t fair
 Get a life; I don’t care
 Go to the library; a flower shop
 Clean up you mess; use a mop
 I dream
 It’s not a mystery
 I visualize reality
 I witness history
  
 I am a dreamer
 With plenty to do
 I give directions
 For the sake of people like you
 I dream my dreams
 Then make my claims
 If I am wrong
 I’ll take all the blame
  
  
  
  
 I know of possibilities
 Share with those who care
 Follow the plans carefully
 But only if you dare
 Or wallow in self-pity
 The way that many will
 I’ll keep on dreaming
 Never swallow the bitter pill
  
 I am a dreamer
 That’s what dreamers do
 Accomplishments are many
 I dream the same for you
  
 Stanski
 August 20, 2019^
   

.
 I think back to the beginning of summer
 All the things laying ahead
 A stack of commitments 
 Visitors coming here and me going there
 All of the promises
 Ambition exceeded reality
 Now I look back as we near the end
 It wasn’t so bad; certainly not a failure
  
 Two weeks of children visiting
 Joyous time along with sorrow
 Lying to rest our youngest
 A hurtful loss; will never be forgotten
 A reunion with my brothers
 Poetry still flowing from my heart
  
 Stanski
 August 28, 2019 ^ 

 I didn’t write yesterday
 And felt a little dismay
 Courage wasn’t part of the fare
 Disenchantment too, was not in play
 It was a Monday, gray, wet and cold
 All plans were put on hold
 The body aches at a certain age
 Puts one in a state of rage
  
 I think now of days gone by
 Friends I had and all the dreams
 Most are gone.  I am alone it seems,
 But as for dreams, I still keep them alive
 The elements have a way of pulling you down
 Tempt you to give up the ghost
 But the excitement of just living
 Will not allow me to begin to coast
  
 Some are through with adventure
 Real living for them is over
 They seem to have forgotten ambition
 Are satisfied with their fields of daisies 
 I still long for the hills
 The ups and downs they give
 Keeps the thrill of victory alive
 My hopes for as long as I live
  
 Stanski
 October 22, 2019 ^