Steve Haarman

He will not send me on a

Fools errand, I may choose

To go that way myself, but

I hope not. I know not what

He has in store for me, but

With His grace, I will abide.

There may be a horizon

Today but it is so gray that

You cannot see it. There

Are many things we know,

But don’t understand. We

Rely on our faith in the

Father and go to Him for

Our needs and healing. It

Is almost time for my healing

But I will be patient in waiting.

I feel He has big plans for me

And I look forward to the day

I can begin. He has given to me

And I will give back to Him.

I will keep my eyes open for

Those who are hungry and

Thirsty and need shelter.

What have I ever don to deserve

Even one of the blessings

He’s show?

Stanski

January 25, 2024, ^

LET ME GO

Please release me, let me go

Let me escape from your mental

Clutches. I walked with you with

Swagger, until you took me through

The briar patch and then as I pulled

Those briars out, light came into my

Veins and a could see over your darkness.

You pretended to be the light, but you

Were just light-fingered and took

Whatever I sent your way. You needed

To control which gave meaning as to why

Another certain person did not want

Regular hours. He did not want to be

Under your thumb, twenty-four seven.

He did not want to be the extrapolation

Part of your made up stories. Nor did I.

You said you wanted to be held in the

Crook of my arm and made a covenant

With me which you obviously never meant

To keep. I gave you four good years and

Then your neglected head wound turned

You upside down and everyone else was

To blame. That is not how life works. Humor

Is a two-way street. Someone is important

All the sudden after being neglected on

Three different occasions. I have kept my

Covenant to you. Stanski on January 24, 2024, ^

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, ^

LONESOME DAY.docx

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, ^