The weather was very gray.
Every shad and no blue or sun.
The atmospheric pressure was
Immense. It made my whole body
Ache. There is no relief in sight
Winter crashed and rode over
Spring. No relief coming, so we
Endure. Spring will show its colors
If we can just be patient. People’s
Moods are bad, and self treatment
Does not seem to work. Tomorrow
Will be a better day.
Stanski
March 25, 2024 ^
EASTER SUNDAY
Easter Sunday. Snow and wind
A bright sky with gray clouds
The sun peeks out on occasion.
This makes us happy but doesn’t
Put us in the mood to sing
In your Easter Bonnet, but
We accept what we have
Received. We are not special
And do not deserve to have
Everything go our way. I like
Easter bonnets. They remind
Me of England, where hats
Are worn in a magnificent way
For any and all occasions.
Traditions change from time to time
And still, we always have something to
Hold on to. There will be a day
When none of this matters but
There will be something new to
Hang on to. We are not fickle
It is just the way it is.
Stanski
March 24, 2024, ^
He drove his eighteen-wheeler
Across the country. He
Knew the best truck stops
And most of the workers
They all thought the world
Of him. It was always his
Dream that one of the
Lovely waitresses would
Say, come and stay the
Night with me, Jim. It never
Happened.
Stanski
March 23, 2024, ^
Time, time, time,
Goes flying by
Quicker than a cat
Can wink its eye
I feel a little nervous
Like I have lost my footing
I keep stumbling forward
With no goal in sight
I have trouble breathing
And have lost my fight.
How long will this last
Time is not on my side
So I will run away
And find a place to hide
Stanski
March 21, 2024, ^
WINTER IS BACK
On the first day of spring
We have winter coming in like
A blizzard. A foggy gray whipping
Snow about like there was no
Tomorrow. We have been fooling
Ourselves thinking that the
Worst, which wasn’t bad at all, was
Over and now this mess. The
Horizon is challenging to locate; the
Trees are still, and there is no sign of
Animals or birds. Everything and
Everyone is tucked in. Our only
Hope is that this goes away soon.
I have doctors to see and dreed
The thought of driving into town.
I hope that I am asleep and just
Dreaming this, but I doubt it.
The green lawn now has two
Inches of snow, with more coming.
April has fooled us like this in
The past, but this year it is March,
At the very end of March, which decided to
Shed its beauty on us. We know your
Beauty, please stop. You cannot talk
With nature, we can only hope.
Stanski
March 20, 2024, ^
Rough waves on a roaring sea
Rhymical format moving along
No swimmers dare enter the
Dark, deep, flowing waters
Sensibility reigns over possible
Challenges as those present
Turn and go to fetch warm jackets.
There is no sun to warm you
The wind can make you stiff
the grayness of the day is
depressing, and no sign
that the stress will go away.
These things happen from
time to time, and the fact that
spring is here, and our expectations
were of something else does
not matter. Mother Nature has
her way and all across the land
there is upheaval and chaos.
It seems that a mild winter
Is followed by bizarre springs
No one is arguing that fact at
Least not this year. Before long
June will be busting out all over.
Stanski
March 19, 2024, ^
They said I was their man
Brave and able to stand up
Blow off the hypocrisy and
Lies and be a leader, taking
Everyone to the truth. I did
What they asked is the
Agenda of the naysayers.
It was too much for me. I was
Just a newspaper boy keeping
People informed with a dry news
Paper. I received my rewards
And awards. They kept me
Humble, and I never stopped
trying to improve. I succeeded
and kept saying yes while
others cried out no.
Now that I have reached the
Golden years, they are throwing
Me from one clinic to another
And sending therapy to me at
A rate that my body can barely
Endure. My final reward will be
A furnace or a box. I am slowly
Getting used to the idea.
Stanski
March 18, 2024, ^
Everything was bright
Almost blinding
One squinted to see what was
Just in front of him.
Then, almost like magic
Everything turned gray
You could see and be peaceful
I wondered how long this
Phenomenon would las
I did not have a timer so I
Would have to guess
I took a walk into the woods
There everything was gray
Various shades and all very
Elegant. I was amazed
How could all of this happen
In a split second.
I saw a little crack beyond
A large tree in front of me
I spread the opening and
Beautiful sunshine broke through
Everything was normal again
I felt at peace and laid down
When I woke up I walked home
Happy that things were okay.
Stanski
March 17, 2024, ^
WHAT ABOUT TODAY
The weather looked great.
Sunshine overwhelmed us.
Lake Michigan was calm.
Just a scant breeze.
No birds near the ground
But some were up in the sky.
I got out a rake and
Started to work. Give a
A fresh start to the lawn.
I worked for a while, then
Grabbed an edger and cut out a
Wheelbarrow of sod. It gave
A clean look to that area
Of the yard. There was a lot
More to do, and when I found
Possible help and asked for
Assistance, encouraging him
With my impression of the
Weather he said that maybe
Tomorrow would be better.
I looked at him and said
What about today. He just
Shook his head and walked away.
Stanski
March 15, 2024, ^
They don’t always wear white.
Sometimes, it is green or blue
Medical clothes that suit them.
They usually have prescription
Pads in their pockets and three
Or four pens in their breast pocket
Have to be ready is their motto.
Whatever you need, we will write
Out an order for. They will try to catch
You, noting that something doesn’t
Look right. They will assign you to
A waiting room, and you go in and
Wait. It seems like forever and
Finally, they come and find
Nothing wrong with you and
Wonder why you were told to
Wait. On the way out, you notice all
The specialties and wonder what
Some of them are about. Not about me
I hoped. They had me scheduled for
Two weeks from now to check on
One thing or another. I didn’t feel
Hopeless but was beginning to wonder.
Do they ever smile or wait until I
Leave and then laugh like hell.
Stanski
March 15, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 