Author: stevehaarman

NO HORIZON by Stanski on August 28, 2025 ^

In s year of quirky weather

We have another day with

No horizon to be seen. It is

Bright enough to hurt your

Eyes. The clouds rolling in

Are beautiful and gives you

One more reason to love

Nature and the Almighty

Who gives it to us. There

Are times of tornadoes,

Hurricanes and forest fires

That we question why we

Are made to suffer the

Horrific damage and injuries

But these things

Bring us back to acknowledge

All the good things that happen

In nature and all the beauty

We observe on a day-to-day basis.

A hummingbird flew from flower

To flower and couldn’t find enough

Nectar so it flew off and up

Through the clouds to a branch

In a pine tree. It stayed for a while

Then flew off again looking for

Some new plants to investigate.

Nature gives and takes, a lot

Like humans and we can only

Wish that there is more giving.

AUGUST CHILL

It is August, but

A hint of winter is

In the air.  Much too

Early; it gives you

Something to think

About.  We have

Learned to take it

As it comes

Across the street

There is a field of grass

Along with a circular

Pond of water about

Ten feet across.  In

The middle of the pond

Stands a man with his

Arms outstretched much

Like you would expect

Of a scarecrow

He had a full beard

And medium length

Curly hair.  He is wearing

A black cassock which

Just covers his knees

There are birds flying

Around but not making

Much noise. Further back

In the field is an old church

It looks abandoned, but

There is smoke coming out

Of the chimney.  There are

No cars, trucks, or buses

I think about it and conclude

To my satisfaction that

The man lives in the church

And does what he can to

Keep people from intruding

He is his own minister

And sings songs from the

Requiem and stays until

He feels redemption

His songs are soul cleansing

I feel exhilarated.  Everything

Is coming together for me

Let it snow; let it snow; let it snow

Stanski

August 27, 2025, ^                                                          

THE WONDERFUL STORM

It was raining cats and dogs

The sky had white, gray and

Black clouds hanging over us

It reminded me of John Ball Park

A nice zoo for the size of its town

We went there once for

Theater in the Round.  We had

A great time especially when

They let us dance on the stage

It was crowded but no injuries

It has been a while since we

Have danced.  You in my arms

Telling me how handsome i

Looked in my black outfit that

Had a tie I couldn’t tie right

We danced and then drove away

You looked at as many clouds as

You could, even naming them

I could only smile.  When you

Ran out of flowers you switched

To animals and even made up

Some because it would be a shame

To waste a good cloud. 

We arrived home and got inside

Just before the downpour

Oh how lucky we were

I told you so because we were dry

And also because I had you and

You had me and I got the best

Of that tradeoff

We listened to our records

For a while and sipped on

The good cognac I had saved

For special occasions

The lightning, thunder and music

Went well together and after a

While we didn’t care

We went to bed on the old

Feather mattress

A wonderful night for dreams

Stanski

August 26, 2025, ^

There was a sweet roll in a small

Brown bag. It had been there for

A few days and I decided to eat it

No sooner had I taken it out or the

Refrigerator it was claimed by

Someone else. Mt dream was over.

I should have waited until no one

Was around but I didn’t think

That someone would have the

Gall to snatch it away from me.

I found out one hing and that is

The fact that I am too trusting.

I had some ice-cream instead.

Stanski

August 10, 2025, ^

MISSING YOU

I see the reflection of a beautiful

Women in the mrrrow th3n it was gone.

I looked through the crowd but

I couldn’t find her. A fate of life.

I know how much I am missing,

Our romance would r hugging and kissing.

Before you came along, I was lonely

Now my mind is playing tricks.

I didn’t know which way was up,

But you would have been good and kind to me

And more important, you were never phony.

Life has a way of staggering.

It can almost knock you off your feet.

But you dig in ignoring the foot dragging.

We soon realize are only feeling

The things that distrusting lovers feel

We know now that this episode is over.

It was food but now it is behind us

Wd treasure experience but now it is ended.   

Blame raises its ugly head both ways

Confusion in life seems normal

We hope the pointing will end soon.

The reflection of the beautiful woman

Will not fade away. I will keep looking in the mirror

Stanski

August 9, 2025, ^

ABOUT BILL CLINTON

Bill Clinton, our former president is a rapist, liar,

 conspirator an Collaborator who took back people’s

homes because they defaulted on their contract,

Even if they were one day late.

He was in the neighborhood where several deaths took place,

But which could not be attached to them. He praised

all the speakers especially,How they put down Donald Trump and

whom he continued by making untrue remarks,

And then bows out by trying to be Saint Frances.

Donald lied about job creation, about the

Hopeful vice-presidents record.

The V-P’s says that Trump’s record on the world stage was lousy

And that Trump’s remarks that America was no longer respected

especially after the Afghanistan Embarrassment. So many things to do

and who better to do them than the Border Czar. He speaks for her,

That the load is off of our shoulders.

 I think the policies of the left added weight to the cross

That Jesus carried. What joy is there in their record.

They are joyful that they removed Joe Biden

Even though Clintons audience screamed out “We love you Joe”.

We want a breath of fresh air,

Referring to the one who accomplished nothing.

His, Biden’s, only upside was inflation, illegal

Immigration and misery.

Stanski

August 21, 2025, ^

The smoke so thick

It makes you sick

Coming from  Canada

A short trip

But enough to cause havoc

This is summer and a time

To enjoy the weather

But so far fires in

California and Canada

Have put a damper on it

Not many on the beach

Or playing water sports

It is dismal but there is

Nothing you can do

So you adapt. The smell

Of smoke and its presence

Makes it difficult to breathe

The condition has lasted

For several weeks with just

A few sunny days breaking

Up the monotony and

Discomfort. We will survive

And so will the animals. A

Few older folks may suffer

Death or exhaustion, but

That is the way of life. One

Never kows, wo it would be

Wise to prepare. This will end.

Stanski on August 5, 2025, ^

SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES

The prevailing wing was from

The north-northwest and it

Carried smoke from the forest

Fires in Canada. We have had

Many gray days including those

Caused by the fires in California,

And are ready now for some

Regular summer days. It is

Amazing how one little match

Could cause such an upset in

Normal weather patterns, but

It does and those fighting the

Fire are truly heroes. They do

Their job with little individual

Recognition and never seem

To complain. We could all learn

Lessons from these brave

Fire fighters. We can only

Thank them and pray for them.

Stanski

August 4, 2025,

BLACKBIRDS

Black birds flying in a scattered way across the

Landscape gives you a thrill as you watch them

They have their own language and are members

Of a family and behave much like our families.

They have scouts to give warnings of danger and

Some who find sources of food. They protect their

Innocents and watch out for them. They in reality

Set a good example for us. If they could only make

Our feathers shing.

Stanski

August 3, 2025, ^

Two little girls who are quite young

Their thoughts out size their clothes

Once familiar with you in the situation

They would meld into what would

Become a happy experience.

On the phone they were one-worders

They would holler our, “hello” or

“happy birthday” or whatever the

Occasion might be. Their interest lasts

For a few minutes, then they are

Back to what they were doing.

They love receiving mail, especially

Pictures and paper to draw on

Or scribble the best words they could.

They are happy children and are

Generally expressing joy. They

Will yell out goodbye when it

Is time do hang up. I feel lucky

Having two great-grandchildren

Who always seem to be happy.

They are never bored and bring

A sense of gladness to those

Around them.

Stanski

August 1, 2025, ^