NIGHT TIME THOUGHTS


 Music is not always needed
 But it’s nice 
 Especially in the middle of the night
 A little Grover Washington Jr. will do just fine
 Goes with the brandy, candles and
 The crackling of the fire
  
 You can find yourself in an alternate mood
 Take on the whole world
 All the problems, too
 Tomorrow will come and I’ll get started
  
 For now though
 I’ve got to tell you
 I have it all figured out
 I’ll prioritize
 Best way to go
  
 Morning will come
 Plenty to do
 No setbacks expected
  
 The fire is down
 Candles are flickering
 Brandy nearly gone
 It has been a great day
  
 As to morning time
 I can’t wait
 I’ll be there
 Front row, center
  
 Stanski
 November 27, 2019 ^
 Remembering my Godfather 
  

LOST POTENTIAL



 Some people are clever
 They give good excuses 
 for things they did not intend 
 to do in the first place
  
 They were multitasking or
 praying to the Father for 
 enlightenment and when 
 none came they endured pain
  
 Much like falling from a horse
 they say, never having ridden 
 but sure a fall is painful 
 in fact they know it is
  
 They expound on what 
 could have been 
 If only they had endured 
 actually made the effort
  
 Now they speak as sages 
 congratulating you on success, 
 never mentioning your failure or 
 the many attempts you made
  
 They walk away in pride 
 knowing they are the light 
 that overcomes darkness 
 if only you had asked sooner
  
 They wish you well, 
 thank you for being soft hearted 
 request you to call on them 
 when wisdom is required
  
 Time runs short and 
 people move on 
 forgetting the unaccountable 
 wiping them from the slate
  
 Stanski
 November 27, 2019 ^
  
  

GRANDPA IS THE GUY


 Grandpa went to church that day
 And said I’m sure I’m lucky
 Found a penny right on the road
 A lucky, shinning penny
  
 As if that’s not enough, 
 he said with a grin
 I later found a dime
 Just a block away 
 from St. Jude’s Church
 No rain on my parade
  
 Later that day he got a call
 A couple of bikes for sale
 Only five dollars each
 He bought them both
 Said it was a very good haul
  
 Things are going my way
 And my garden is doing great
 Just looked at it today
 Some of the best lettuce 
 I’ve ever grown
 If you could come in a week
 I will show you
  
 Grandpa grew apple balsam, too
 Mixed a little pulp with whiskey
 It’s the best darn stuff for anything
 But it was really used for dropsy
  
 Grandpa’s gone, but his stories live
 He was really quite the guy
 If only he was here to share
 I can only dream and sigh
  
 Stanski
 November27, 2019

MISSING YOU


 Writing without blogging 
 Stanski took a vacation
 A visit to his brother 
 in Punta Gorda, Florida 
 where he and his wife 
 will spend a couple of months
 For me it was just a few beautiful days
 We had a great time and 
 I was able to write quite a few musings
 I am back home and have a lot of typing to do
 My blog is back in action just in time, too
 I was beginning to miss you and for today
 I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving 
  
 Stanski
 November 27, 2019 ^

MANY PERSONS


  
  
 Picker
 Packer
 Barker
 Plumber 
 Pauper
 Pirate
 Puppet
 Player
 Preacher
 Cowboy
 Doctor
 Chef
 Banker
 Logger
 President
 Poet
 Pawn
 King
 Farmer
 Sailor
 Pilot
 Conductor
 Engineer
  
 Who do you want to be?
 Be yourself
 Be the best you can be
 Keep dreaming
  
 Don’t give up
  
 Stay real
  
  
 Stanski
 November 27, 2019
  

ANONYMOUS



 Pictures worth a thousand words
 Tantalize our imaginations
 Some appear almost absurd
 Conditions around our nation
 Anonymous, the name of the artist,
 Left treasurers to test us
  
 Often we have a retold story
 Memories and aspects of the past
 Humans in the height of glory
 Not knowing how long it will last
 Photos themselves, irreplaceable
 We wondering if we would be capable
  
 Should we even be looking?
 Surely not meant for us
 Whose lives are we forsaking?
 Was there ever a sacred trust?
 Artistic goals were once in mind
 Now no owners, no claims to find
  
 Shots seem objective, but just illusion
 Personalities, a form of diction
 Nothing left of the spirit save confusion
 Whole of the process, a book of fiction
 The why, the where, the time not known
 Results, however, are so profound
  
 Our longing just to be shown
 Knowing we’re going to be let down
 Nothing seen by us is known
 People, places, sky and ground
 Discovery and transformation becomes art
 We dream like those who did their part
  
 By Steve Haarman aka Stanski
 November 27, 2019
  
  
  

THE POET BECOMES THE MUSE


  
 The poet becomes the muse
 and has known abuse as his
 words are not received in the
 reverent way in which they were written
  
 Who is he to be telling us anything
 say the potent, who will soon be 
 the impotent and defiled
  
 Wisdom stands on its own
 Cause and effect of 
 situations and actions
 do not diminish truth
  
 Our collective ignorance is on display
 continually, in such a fashion
 that we do not need to wait for
 history to repeat itself
  
 The distorted truth 
 when repeated often enough
 becomes the truth and
 believers will distort it even more
 Soon it is unrecognizable
  
 The muse points this out and 
 is ignored or called blasphemous 
 He continues to write with hope
 that new eyes and ears
 will gather in the message and
 act quickly, to avoid the doom that lurks
  
 The muse waits and has hope for success
 which will allow for   
 lighter expressions of human good
 The muse will then become the poet
  
 Stanski
 November 17, 2019 ^
  

IT IS FUNNY

 
 Sometimes the normal things 
 That occur in life will trigger
 A thought that is worth sharing 
  
 It happened to me today
 Just a little while ago
 When answering an email
  
 I started to just write
 When I remembered
 That it would be nice
  
 To have a salutation to the 
 Recipient before I just
 Start out with my babble
  
 I backed up and began again
 This time I expressed that
 Careless manners become
  
 A way of life that we may
 Come to regret when there
 Is no time left to explain
  
 I started stating that 
 I valued our friendship
 That is meant a great
  
 Deal to me and I 
 Wanted him to know
 That I appreciated
  
 All that he has done
 For me up to now and
 Thanked him for accepting me
  
 I felt a lot better
 Kindness is uplifting
 At any time and often
  
 Stanski
 November 16, 2019 ^

DIRECTIONS


 There are a lot of ways 
    to look at things in life
 We are all born, if not aborted, 
    we live for a while and then we die
 Some point to the grave stones 
    and look at the dates
 We look at the dash between 
    that represents all of the years in between
 How did we use all of that time.  
    It all falls back on us
 You ask yourself, 
    what would you like your dash to represent?
  
 If you want to look back 
    on a life that’s full
 You have to start early 
    and prepare
 You get your house in order 
    as the saying goes
 Begin with the little things 
    and do them well
 Keep yourself clean and tidy; 
    gather your thoughts 
 Plan ahead so you know 
    what you have to do tomorrow
  
 You find yourself ready 
    for bigger commitments and
 Then there is no holding you back; 
    you are on your way
 Never settle on less 
    than your best
 you’ll be alright
    trust me
  
 by Stanski aka Steve Haarman
 November 16, 2019 ^