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 ^

FEELINGS NOT FAR FROM REAL

Isn’t it true that we have feelings?

I have feelings and with them ideas

I wish I could arrange to have all the people

I have connected with, if only for a short while,

over the years and exchanged ideas, love, friendship

with and engaged well with, with mutual respect

and admiration get together for a while or forever

and enjoy each-others company with the feeling

that everyone knows each other intimately

and it has always been that way and there is peace

tranquility and excitement that is so great that no one

wants the gathering to end and there is no reason

for it to end and so it goes on and is never boring

and the others bring in those who were and are

special to them and this amazing euphoria expands

to everyone and just sustains itself with no effort

There is food and wine and sunshine with a warm

breeze and everyone is natural with no expectations

Potentially this phenomena could expand to

include every soul who ever existed and it would be

divine with embellishments, such as golden roads,

lovely streams of bubbling water and gardens so

common that it feels like home and those you run into

for the first time are like the lovely people you like

to be with and everyone is thankful without wearing

it on their sleeve and no one wants more than what

they have because happiness is just in being and

then a Being only described as the Light arrives and

says welcome everyone, you are home and everyone

remains calm as they observe Goodness and someone

offers this Light a glass of wine and with a soft wind

flowing through the area, the answer is yes, I would be

very happy with a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc or

an Oregon Pinot Gris and when asked about a red

mentioned that a Chianti Classico Reserve would be

fine later with our dinner and we can expect to enjoy

the music of Ella, Louis, Frankie, Miles, Grover, Elvis,

Elton and the Beatles and the evening would never end,

but the Light would always shine and the feelings are

real and we know that this is it

Stanski

May 10, 2025 ^