Author: stevehaarman

We begin by falling back,

No way of keeping track 

Of trying there is no lack

Just have to improve my tact

Water is calm and at peace

The storm is likely to cease

Our history will have a crease

The enemy chose soldiers and police

Funded by our enemy who

Stood and took money as pay

But deceit got in their way

Stolen weapons had their say

We didn’t look far for the enemy

We knew there wasn’t a rush

For inside our network we

Found that the enemy was us

Our Lord is a mighty Lord

One who knows the truth

Those who cheat, lie and steal

To Him have no appeal

He promised a homeland

For His people to depend

Bombarded by the enemies

He will never let that stand

As they slowly disappear

You can hear Israel cheer

Stanski on November 5, 2023,k ^

The sun is bright

Birds out of sight

Last leaves in flight

Could cause some fright

Day began soon  

Now afternoon

Clouds begin to plume

I listen for angels to croon

Still have work, in yard

It is not very hard 

Especially if working with a pard

Soon be playing some cards

Winter is getting near

See the fur on the deer

They stay quiet out of fear

Guns don’t mix well with beer

Stanski

November 4, 2023, ^

No melody; just ripping, dropping,

cussing and other unexplained noises

keep me from focusing in on what

I am going to be doing. 

Time idles away until finally

the noise subsides and I am able to

proceed with calm hands

and peaceful mind.

No one can preach to a fire siren or

play music to a lawnmower. 

Steady, steady I proceed,

filling in blank spaces on

the paper in front of me. 

I don’t expect a Whitman,

Frost, or Sandburg, but

hope for something acceptable

to the less critical eye.

This is daytime, so

the natural mystic of the night

is not going to aid me in any way. 

My arousal will come

from sources unknown. 

Music will help so

I listen to soft jazz. 

It helps my rhythm and

tweaks my creative side

in just the right shades

of expression and inspiration

for the way I am feeling now. 

Help is needed and

my attempt to provide it

through poetry has worked in the past,

but that soul baring, tortuous procedure is difficult, even though I give it my all.

Many have counseled with words.

I proceed while finding it

difficult to stay focused on my resolve. 

The whole wall, if you want to look at it

in that way, may crumble and

fall to the ground before

the impact of this missive has

a chance to challenge or soothe.

I only

have the present,

so I will use what I come up with,

hoping for the best and

will attempt to get in the zone,

so to speak, at a later date. 

This is never easy. 

There is no logical basis

for expecting success,

except that you have been

there before and triumphed. 

The world of the living goes on

and the array of emotions can blend

together to present a reassuring effect.

When approaching the spiritual realm,

in which one has suffered

a heartbreaking loss,

feelings spatter in all directions

and finding a safe harbor

takes more time than

those on the outside can comprehend. 

Still, I go on and will keep writing

until I find the right touch,

the warm balm that begins the healing. 

Stanski

November 3, 2023, ^

I sit with a wondering mind waiting for words to come

that will bring fresh air to what I write.  We are in what

appears to be a divided country, but it is not an equal division. 

There are many empty heads walking around oblivious to what is

taking place in their community, local schools and government. 

They appear to have no interest or are just content to live

their life as they have been with no apparent purpose. 

For many it is just meal to meal, watch television shows and

go to bed.  Some are slowly indoctrinated and are only aware of

the last thing they have read.  Many tend to be on the left because

they were good union people and followed directions accordingly. 

Now they automatically vote for those on the left without

giving it much thought.  Others vote for the left because

their family has always voted for the Democrats for generations. 

The same goes for those on the right.  They do not realize that

the two parties are not the same today as they were sixty years ago.

A good share of the congressional people who represent us are

members of the swamp.  They have sold their souls in the most

discrete way for financial gain which come with an attachment—

that is they have an obligation to their benefactors.  There are

many people who have drifted away from their party affiliations

and are voting according to their conscience.  They are called

Bible-thumpers, Gun-clingers and Deplorables, but they are

the majority.  They want border security, the constitution,

a small Federal Government, a strong Military, and low taxes. 

They desire equal opportunity for all and are respectful of others rights.

My yearning is for a drained swamp, prosecution of the criminals and

a separation into two political parties which basically have

the same goals but differ in the way to achieve them. 

I also yearn for schools of choice which avoid indoctrination

but teach the constitution and our history accurately.

The students are enclosed in a small space and no two are alike.

They learn in different ways and may be bored within a short time.

To teach effectively is not an easy task and to drift away and

give up on your purpose happens as we review test results.

We have many broken systems to fix in this country and

Socialism is not a valid option.

Stanski

November 2, 2023, ^

There are many people out there

Who just react instinctively. They

Apply no critical thinking while

Maintaining, in their mind, an

Even keel. Bad things are happening

All around them and they seem

Oblivious or just don’t care.

The world gets messed up in a

Hurry when enough don’t care.

We need to care and act in a way that

Promotes healing and reduces hatred.

Each day is different, but we must

Stick, to our principles and attempt

To correct the bad things around us.

It is what the shepherd would do

And if we are to follow Him, it is

What we should do. the world goes

Around once for each of us and we must

Not waste opportunities. The cross is

For us to help bear and failure to do so

Is just plain failure. We are better than

That and must think things through.

Before walking away. Remember His

words, “Stand with Me”

Stanski

November 1, 2023, ^

We have to reconcile ourselves

With the martyrs who risk their

Lives on a daily basis in order to

Bring the words of Jesus to their

Neighbors and friends. It is not an

Easy assignment but they undertake

It willingly. We must make our sacrifice

For them so that they may continue.

Some lose their lives, are tortured

And jailed. They know their mission

And continue to bring peace through

Christ to the many who want to know

All they can about this devout man

Who is the son of God and who gave

His life for us so that we may have

Everlasting life with Him. There are many

Who do not believe and we may

Petition for them while keeping in mind

Our own souls and those who have yet

To hear about Him. To have a hand in

Bringing the hope for salvation to one

Person would be a great accomplishment.

The world is in an uproar at this time

But we must not lose hope.

Stanski

October 31, 2023, ^

It was Leonard Cohen who wrote

“Ring the bells that still can ring,

Forget your perfect offering; there

Is a crack, a crack in everything.

That is how the light gets in.”

So we won’t look for perfection,

But make do with what we have.

We may hear beautiful sounds

And be thankful for the light. The

Sounds will lift us to a higher plane

Where we will let more light in

Which won’t let us hide from sin.

We will know by then that there

Is truth in our hymns and will want

To keep on going until we patch up

And caste away every evil we find

Along our pathway. Then when we

Hear the ringing we will know that

The light was important and we will

Be able to sing along in gracefulness,

In a thankful mood using what we have

To get to where we want to be and

Our dreams will be alive and the

Mountains like small hills. We will

Listen for the echoes and ask for

The strength to keep going.

Stanski

October 30, 2023, ^

Windmill Facts

By: Dan Nebert

March 28, 2022

That little yellow thing at the top of the picture is a CAT-9 bulldozer. It is burying acres and acres of windmill blades used for “Green Energy.” Why?

Because these blades need to be disposed of, and there is presently no way to recycle them. That’s how green energy works! Who knew? Maybe the people that make them knew. Why would they let that cat out of the bag? After all, they are government-subsidized with tax-payer money (just like every electric car). Also, politicians do not want those huge eyesores in their backyard.

Right now, the average wind farm contains about 150 turbines. Each wind turbine needs 80 gallons of oil as a lubricant, and we’re not talking about vegetable oil, this is a PAO synthetic oil based on crude. 12,000 gallons of it for 150 turbines, and that oil needs to be replaced once a year. It is estimated that a little over 3,800 turbines would be needed to power a city the size of New York… That’s 304,000 gallons of refined oil per year for just one city. That’s 25+ wind farms.

Now, you have to calculate every city across the nation, large and small, to find the grand total of yearly oil consumption from “clean” energy. Where do you think all that oil is going to come from? Well, since January 2021, it comes from our enemies in the Mideast. Not to mention the fact that the large equipment needed to build these wind farms runs on petroleum. As well as the equipment required for installation, service, maintenance, and eventual removal. And just exactly how eco-friendly is wind energy anyway?

Each turbine requires a footprint of 1.5 acres, so a wind farm of 150 turbines needs 225 acres. To power a city the size of NYC, you’d need 57,000 acres; and who knows the astronomical amount of land you would need to power the entire US. All of which would have to be clear-cut land because trees create a barrier and turbulence that interferes with the 20mph sustained wind velocity necessary for the turbine to work properly. Also, keep in mind that not all states are suitable for such sustained winds. Boy, cutting down all those trees is gonna upset a lot of green-loving tree-huggers.

Let’s now talk about disposal.

The lifespan of a modern, top-quality, highly efficient wind turbine is 20 years. After that, what happens to those gigantic fiber composite blades? They cannot be economically reused, refurbished, reduced, repurposed, or recycled. So, it’s off to special landfills they go. And, they’re already running out of these special landfill spaces for the used blades that have already exceeded their usefulness. Those blades are anywhere from 120 ft. to over 200 ft. long, and there are 3 per turbine. And that’s with only 3% to 7% of the nation currently being supplied with (intermittent, i.e., unreliable) wind energy. Just imagine if we had the other 93% of the nation on the wind grid… 20 years from now you’d have all those unusable blades with no place to put them… Then 20 years after that, and 20 years after that, and so on. “Green energy?”

Also, about 500,000 birds are killed each year from wind turbine blade collisions, many of which are endangered hawks, falcons, owls, geese, ducks, and eagles. Apparently, smaller birds are more agile and able to dart and dodge out of the way of the spinning blades, whereas the larger soaring birds aren’t so lucky.

Here’s another problem with windmills. The generator and switching equipment operate at high power and voltage. Everything in the windmill nacelle (look it up) is compact due to limited space, so there’s a danger of arcs and electrical fires. This is prevented by putting all the electrical equipment in a pressure vessel filled with sulfur hexafluoride (SF6), a synthetic gas that has dielectric properties which suppress arcs and fires. However, windmills leak this gas, something around a pound each per year. SF6 has an atmospheric lifetime of 3,200 years and is 22,800 times more effective as a greenhouse gas than carbon.

THIS IS ANOTHER ITEM THAT FALLS UNDER THE CATEGORY OF, “GEE WHIZ, I GUESS WE DIDN’T THINK THIS THROUGH”(!!!)

ARE YOU LISTENING, AOC? 

COPIED AND PRESENTED BY STANSKI ON APRIL 3, 2022,^

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If you do not take an interest  

in the affairs of your government,  

then you are doomed to live under  

the rule of fools. 

Plato

Kindness is part of the marketplace

If is often not seen as it takes place

Often it is obvious

Sometimes heralded

Mostly done quietly

Changing lives

One at a time

Affecting receiver and giver

A passion for compassion

Frees the soul and removes burden

Just a word may be necessary

Serious gifting is also called for

No judgements are made

This would shackle the effort

Reduce its importance

The emptying of oneself

In the service of others

Is the vehicle necessary to

Keep us filled up with grace

How easy to look away and

Difficult to engage personally

But, this is our challenge

We will be held accountable

Fear of this should not be a motivator

Kindness is an act of love

Seeing need and moving on it

One act makes so much difference

It is often compounded because

One good thing leads to another

We keep track of ourselves

There is no human scorecard

A happy heart is a great reward

The burden of ignoring is heavy

Which way are we going to go?

We must all decide

Especially when we are aware

To give is a precious thing

Enduring is not always easy

The Cross was not light

It lead to a great sacrifice

The greatest act of love and kindness

Should we not follow?

There is still time

We can start right away

Stanski

October 28, 2023, ^

A guy writes to me about my poem. 

“Echoes of Whitman”, he says. 

“Echoes of myself”, I say. 

Me and the other guy who is also me. 

I am not just one being, one thought,

one copy but an entity of much. 

Many songs, not just of myself,

many marches, none of which I composed. 

Many parades, some of which I organized

are all part of who I am.

I heard an echo of my own cry. 

It was a lovely echo, consoling in a way,

though, that bothered me.  I enhanced my cry. 

The echo shouted back in such a way as to rile me. 

That is more like it, I thought. 

I want nothing to do with timidity. 

You go nowhere with it and no one cares. 

I will walk above the river, not wishing

to be lost in its currents for no good purpose. 

The bridge is a safe place with the advantage of

being able to observe and then make decisions.

I have no longing to be someone else or

a decoy set out to attract the real thing. 

One of my selves is real, so I use pen-names

to keep the things of life unsettled. 

My other selves will speak for themselves. 

My concepts of the high-desert and a marshland,

except for the intrinsic differences,

may be very much alike. 

I see the spiritual in both and

that is my high-hand or go to in life. 

I do not wish to use vagueness in

an effort to skim over reality. 

I know the food of the soul

just as I know troubled waters. 

We walk swiftly, me and the other guy,

knowing time is so precious. 

We will not take time to be measured

on this perpetual journey.  We know

Who will be waiting for us.

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski

October 27, 2023, ^