Author: stevehaarman

Weather is gray, cold, and windy

Not fit for human or beast

Not even with bread baking

And the lovely fragrance of yeast

I sink my thoughts into what I’ll do

And I find it much to long, so I’ll

Jump from one thing to another

Maybe it wont take as long 

The laundry is started. Two loads

In all. Then the drying and bed making

You can see I’m making progress

Clean the kitchen, I’ve made a mess

Cocoa all over the place. The water

Boiled and spattered. I’ll finish and

That is one less. Now it is time to

Rest. Must prepare for my physical

Therapy day. They’ll beat me up

Trying to help. I didn’t want it this way

Sometimes you go through hell just

For a simple spill. It has been two yeas

And I am not over the hill. But I’ll keep

Working, they encourage me and tell

Me I’ll be fine. By summer I hope they

Are right. Enough of this being alone.

Stanski

January 23, 2024, ^

A poet writes thanks

He knows where he ranks

He is not all bluff

Nor all fluff

He puts in words, romance

His love to sing and dance

His duty to the Father and

To his fellow man

Especially those who need help

He’ll do all he can

We do not know the end

We have no time line

Live, we say, to the fullest

Every day of our lives

Look on the fringes

Help is always needed

If we can help out, then

We can say we succeeded.

It is easy to fail, but easier

To stand and go at it again

Some will say no, while

Others will say I can.

We are given help in

Knowing what to say

This is serious business

We have no time to play

Stanski

January 22, 2024, ^

Every day is a new challenge

What to write about

Sometimes a simple rhyme

Other times some philosophy

In the end you are happy to

Have filled a sheet of paper.

Today I see snowflakes singularly

Falling to the ground. I can count

Them, one, two, three, and so on.

They could totally add up into the

Millions. I think of all the people

Who died during the covid epidemic,

Which turned out to be a big political

Mess and then the millions who died

Or were distressed by the hands of

Hamas and how half of our country

Were cheering for the Palestinians.

The numbers are meaningful. Either

People do not understand or don’t

Care because of the indoctrination

They have received. The snowflakes

Add up and the evil people doing

Terrible things to others add up. There

Will be a day when we can stop counting

And be happy as the followers of the One.

Stanski

January 21, 2024, ^

How do you like your

Wounds? Sewn or spliced?

You have to be careful

There is winter ice.

I fell two years ago

It was black ice

I have been healing

Ever since. The said it

Would take twenty four  

Months. It is dreadful

Seemingly, no success.

Don’t give up, keep trying

You’re making progress.

So, I listen and try

I want to sit down and cry

But, I show up at physical

Therapy and am treated

Every admirably .

They encourage and applause

One more month then a pause.

I’ll see the doctor, he will look

At me and say very seriously

You need more P.T.

Stanski

January 20, 2024, ^

How do you like your

Wounds? Sewn or spliced?

You have to be careful

There is winter ice.

I fell two years ago

It was black ice

I have been healing

Ever since. The said it

Would take twenty four  

Months. It is dreadful

Seemingly, no success.

Don’t give up, keep trying

You’re making progress.

So, I listen and try

I want to sit down and cry

But, I show up at physical

Therapy and am treated

Every admirably .

They encourage and applause

One more month then a pause.

I’ll see the doctor, he will look

At me and say very seriously

You need more P.T.

Stanski

January 20, 2024, ^

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LONESOME DAY.docx

Every day is a new challenge

What to write about

Sometimes a simple rhyme

Other times some philosophy

In the end you are happy to

Have filled a sheet of paper.

Today I see snowflakes singularly

Falling to the ground. I can count

Them, one, two, three, and so on.

They could totally add up into the

Millions. I think of all the people

Who died during the covid epidemic,

Which turned out to be a big political

Mess and then the millions who died

Or were distressed by the hands of

Hamas and how half of our country

Were cheering for the Palestinians.

The numbers are meaningful. Either

People do not understand or don’t

Care because of the indoctrination

They have received. The snowflakes

Add up and the evil people doing

Terrible things to others add up. There

Will be a day when we can stop counting

And be happy as the followers of the One.

Stanski

January 21, 2024, ^

How do you like your

Wounds? Sewn or spliced?

You have to be careful

There is winter ice.

I fell two years ago

It was black ice

I have been healing

Ever since. The said it

Would take twenty four  

Months. It is dreadful

Seemingly, no success.

Don’t give up, keep trying

You’re making progress.

So, I listen and try

I want to sit down and cry

But, I show up at physical

Therapy and am treated

Every admirably .

They encourage and applause

One more month then a pause.

I’ll see the doctor, he will look

At me and say very seriously

You need more P.T.

Stanski

January 20, 2024, ^

I look through the window

And can see into the woods

They look like the fall woods

Except for the snow. They are

Bright from the sun and have

Their share of beauty. The lake

Seems frozen over. There are no

Waves and I can see no movement.

The sky is blue with white clouds

And I am thankful for this gift

From nature. In a dozen days

It will be February and then

Valentine’s Day. My late sister

Was born on this day. She was a

Year older than me. My older

Sister is gone now. She wanted

To make it to 80, but lung cancer

Took her just before she reached it.

My brother just two years younger

Than me is gone so it leaves me

And two younger brothers still

Kicking. My mom was the oldest

Of seven and outlived all of her

Siblings. I remember them all and

Miss seeing them. The world keeps

Turning.

Stanski

January 19, 2024, ^

I was wearing a blue stocking cap

When I spotted him. He was known

For being evil. I left the store I was in

Ans followed him. He turned and

Looked at me, but I had changed to

a yellow cap, and he looked away

and continued. He knocked over and

injured an old lady, took her purse and

went on. I encountered him, this time

wearing a white cap. I pushed a knife

into his heart and took the purse. I

returned it to the fallen lady. She

thanked me and complimented me

on my nice white and red cap. By

this time the police has arrived and

I walked away. It had been a good

Night for dreaming.

Stanski

January 18, 2024, ^