STANDING UP WHEN NEEDED
We worry about poll numbers
They have no bearing on reality
Human condition is what is important
It can usually be improved, but it
Takes courage to stand and mention
How, so many good ideas are never
Known. Those not speaking may
Be afraid of being scorned. They
Have seen others denied the
Opportunity to express their plan
In general, but keep it secret among
A few valiant and trusted associates
Little progress is made when this
Happens, but we constantly need
To improve. Ideas grow upon other
Ideas and growth occurs as we
Move forward, constantly trying
To make things better. Now we have
Vehicles which drive and park themselves
Cars that run on batteries; there are
Shortcomings but gradually we remove
The kinks. Flights into space are
Becoming more frequent because we
Have wealthy individuals willing to
Invest and take risk. It is amazing to
Watch this type of involvement. The
Government has the propensity to
Waste and have cost overruns
Besides making the same mistakes
To stand up may mean ridicule and
Death. Spies needed in war efforts
Are hard to find for this reason. We see
What must be done; stake out enemy
Positions and then get the details back
Without getting caught. This is difficult
To do and during the British invasion of
New York, one man Nathan Hale saw the
Need to volunteer to be a spy. He was
Caught and sentenced to die. He was
Given a chance for final words and while
Being heckled by the British, finished his
Oratory with the immortal and inspiring
Words, “I only regret that I have but one
Life to give for my country. He redefined
Patriotism. We should seek his courage
Stanski on May 16, 2025
THE ITCH FOR BEAUTY
THE ITCH FOR REALITY
This is the information age
Where do we go for it?
Many use devises
Local (fake) newspapers
The internet which is
Only 90% fake news
Radio is a possibility
Not always convenient
We communicate
Without speaking
Shop on line; few stores
Do not touch money
Make friends on line
Entertain with devices
Detached from the physical
But crave it as never before
Handshakes and hugs are
In the process of vanishing
We still seek connections
With real touch and feel
Who make the objects we desire?
How can we embrace them?
Reflect on their methods of using
Natural or found materials
We need connections
They are found in art
In the way we decorate
Imitate artistic trends
In our lifestyles and
Sometime soon, we hope
In our return to how it was
When personal was tangible
Stanski
May 15, 2025 ^
CYCLICALITY
We have been given so much in this country
It did not come to us for free
We fought for territory; explored; acquired more
Endured the Revolution; slavery and the Civil War
Pioneers moved westward and conquered the soil
Suffered hardships, deaths, but continued
Farmers maintained; became our heroes
We engaged in many wars, losing precious treasure
Liberating people in other countries from tyranny
We were vigilant and pursued peace
Our country and population expanded
Factories were built and economy grew
Communications advanced from letters and telegraph
To online 24/7 and media overload
While good things were advancing, evil lurked
Contentment, privilege and luxury
Forgetting to look out for each other
We lost our way and connection with our heroes
Did not pay attention to what was our destiny
Are waking up now to the wonders of this land of the free
Stanski
May 14, 2025, ^
MORNING SUN
Morning sun
So promising
A walk to the porch
Was quite tempting
Check temperature
Only thirty-five degrees
About to pray
I should drop to my knees
It is ten o’clock
The middle of May
Winter’s season
Seems here to stay
I am in possession of attitude
If I wanted to use it as a power
I could change this with attitude
But then that would be rude
Having power is good
Using it discreetly is important
I could eliminate things
Like drinking and snorting
But it is not my area
It could have been
But it’s just not me
If possible someone else can
I get up early
Good weather or dreary
Think of condition
It makes me weary
Wealth is not power
Just a step toward power
And it will not last
Like no matter the flower
I am far removed
From that dreaded endearment
Just able to drive around
And of course pay my rent
My power is attitude
As I have claimed before
Must handle it carefully or
Wind up on the floor
I listen to the people
They are unsettled
I must be cautious
Do not want them rattled
Where is the weather
I hear their call
I’ve given them winter, but they
Want spring, summer and fall
Back on my knees
I say I’ll pray
They want action
That’s all they’ll say
I could do it
If only I’d stay
But I vacate the scene
It’s not my play
Stanski
May 13, 2025 ^
If you ever heard what Red Skelton said in his final performance, you’d understand why so many still hold him close to their hearts. That night in Atlanta, the legendary clown gave the world one last show—full of laughter, nostalgia, and unexpected heartbreak. He brought back his most beloved characters—Freddie the Freeloader, the silly seagulls, and more—each one greeted like an old friend. The room was alive with joy, as it had been so many times before. But near the end, something changed.
With about fifteen minutes left, Red gently paused. He stepped forward and held Freddie’s tattered brown hat in his hands. The audience grew quiet. For a moment, he wasn’t a performer. He was a man with something urgent to say. In a soft, steady voice, Red spoke about how comedy had changed. He spoke with sadness, not bitterness. He said comedy was once gentle—meant to lift people, not tear them down. He grieved how laughter had lost its innocence.
That night, Red Skelton didn’t ask for applause—he made a plea. A plea to hold onto what he called “clean comedy.” The kind that didn’t rely on cruelty or shock to get a laugh. The kind he had devoted his entire life to. His voice broke slightly as he said it: we must protect that kind of laughter. We must never forget how to be kind and still be funny. It was a call not just to his audience, but to future generations of entertainers.
As the curtain fell, Red bowed his head—not just as Freddie, or as a clown, but as a man who had carried a torch for something rare and beautiful. His last words on that stage weren’t a joke, but a gift. A reminder that laughter, when done with love, can heal hearts. And that true comedy—the kind that respects both the performer and the audience—is never out of style.
AGGRESSIVE BLOWHARDS
They are aggressive and persistent
Bringing forth the accusations
Against the current occupant
The more he accomplishes, the
More hatred of him surfaces.
These people have no clue
They have no direction and
Resort to criticism and threats
These are educated people
Indoctrinated at the best universities
They applaud the Hamas and Palestinians
Burning the American flag and
Burning Minneapolis and raising money
For bails in this “peaceful” protest
They blame Trump for everything that
Doesn’t work out for them.
They applaud hostilities on the Jewish people
They do not have a path to importance
They do not criticize their own such as the
Clintons, the Obamas and the Bidens. Then
All started with nothing, now are millionaires
With several homes. No, it is Trump He will
Work to make America great, but to them
It is Trump who is the bad guy and must
Be stopped. They will do everything they can
To make this happen.
Stanski
May 10, 2025, ^
WHEN WE GATHER
I like my own language best.
I can talk to the shorebirds or clouds.
In the woods there is constant chatter going on.
Trees bark at me and I call back.
It is wonder.
Other people can’t understand this.
I call it angel speak.
It is mine alone.
I learn their words, too.
We must communicate, so
it’s easier for me to acquiesce.
Otherwise not much would
transpire in our world of communication.
Regular people can be so funny.
At times they are dour, depressed and bitter.
Other times they speak romantically, upbeat and jubilant.
I have good times and bad when conversing with them and
I understand the complexities of their busy world.
I want a happy, peaceful life so I return to
my world alone and carry on in my own language.
It is safe, moonbeams have meaning and
stars twinkle with their coded message.
We are at one with each other.
I will stay involved with humankind, but
for now, I must recharge.
I think you understand.
I can hear it in your music.
Stanislaus Kuperski aka Staanski
May 11, 2016 ^
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