Best It Stands To Reason Poems
If there should be a pot hole as deep as Satan’s pit
appearing as I’m driving, I’d run right over it!
My husband’s luck is worse than mine, but we’re a package deal.
So every bad thing that befalls him, I can also feel!
One day I lost my best cat ever; needing a new pet,
I looked and looked to find a cat, the best that I could get.
One person getting desperate with no new owner found
was feeling sad he’d have to take his poor cat to the pound.
His cat , though not a lap cat, was pretty, sleek and black.
The guy was leaving town; there’d be no way to give her back!
I like to look to numbers for the logic that they show.
Two negatives makes positive; that’s one true fact I know!
So if a person has bad luck, it stands to reason that
perhaps his bad luck could reverse by having a black cat!!
I got that cat! She loudly purrs, which I find comforting
It’s like my mom is right nearby with lullabies to sing.
The cat’s my charm when in my arms; my luck has turned around,
for she’s become the second best of cats I ever found!
So if with many problems you’re always getting stuck,
just get yourself a big black cat to cancel out bad luck!
For the Create an Idiom Contest of Jesse Day
(For those who don't know about this contest, the title is an idiom I made up for this poem)
There was a time when tradesmen,
Like plumbers or mechanics, were all fulltime people.
But nowadays a tradesman has to do multiple tasks,
Mainly because their number is dwindling.
When they are not available,
Householders have to do the job themselves.
It stands to reason.
Similarly, occupations like thieving, robbery, villainy, etc.,
Used to be carried on on a fulltime-basis.
You could tell such characters apart
By their behavior, dress code and looks.
Fagin, Phoolan Devi, and Veerappan are eloquent examples.
Even a street dog could easily single them out
And start barking loudly.
But nowadays, in these postmodern times,
Or Kali Yuga (if you like),
Such marks of distinction seem to be lost.
Obviously, such ‘trades’ nowadays have gone part-time.
But the question is: Why so many part-time people
(seeing that their number is ever increasing),
And when, evidently, there is so much scope?
Why don't people go fulltime?
Could anyone explain why or why not?
I heard a little secret
I'm not about to tell
Then again, on second thought
I guess I might as well
The greatest gal that ever was
I'm sure you would agree
Sons and daughters everywhere
Would feel the same as me
Is one who loves without a doubt
Or any strings attached
And when it comes to caring
Her love cannot be matched
And so it stands to reason
That mothers are so great
And grammas even greater
Sometimes they just can't wait
Christmas – Then and Now
Back then in the Midwest
On a cool, crisp Christmas morn
We’d all celebrate the day
That Jesus Christ was born
Sure we all love dear old Santa
And the toys that he brings
But that day really still belonged
To the mighty King of Kings
We’d dress up in our finest
Then it’s off to church for us
To honor our Lord Jesus
For it’s in God we trust
But something’s happened since then
The feeling’s not the same
They’ve taken Christ from Christmas
They don’t want to hear his name
They say that all us Christians
Should just back off a bit
And convert to “Season’s Greetings”
And let Christ be done with it
Why can’t they just acknowledge
I mean, it stands to reason
If it wasn’t for us Christians
There’d be no Christmas Season
Mdailey
Poetry is a tree that stands alone
Till it matures fully grown
Little by little it adds from birth
Watered by emotions full of worth
Nourished with words simple and complete
Creating rhythm and internal beat
Capable of saying things quite profound
Sublime Rhymes and ideas abound
Early or late we think and create
And wait for words that relate
Sometimes inspiration can be quick as summer lightening
But brilliant ideas don’t always flow
So in the end we may reap what we sow
It stands to reason no matter what you do
Sometimes there will be no rhyme in any season
Even with revision it ends up all the same
And the poem begins to sound pretty lame
If it turns out bad we have no one to blame
But all things being the same
All we have left is personal satisfaction
We end up with elation or with a retraction
When a child is a child…while they’re still learning who to be…
the two traits I find most appealing…are their innocence and curiosity.
Like the young son who while being tucked into bed looked up at his dad and smiled
Then asked, “Daddy, do you remember what it was like the last day you were a child?”
When they see someone or something they don’t understand children ask questions…
these question are developmental…
because children are born to be curious…they’e not born to be judgmental.
And what’s wonderful is if we don’t know the answer to their questions…
Like: why is she a different color; why do dogs bark; why do birds have feathers…
we don’t have to be an expert…we can discover the answers…together.
Because being around children…listening to their constant questions…seeing the world they see…allows us to put away our judgements and join in their curiosity.
It stands to reason the more curious we are as adults…the more we question what we see….the more accepting we become and the less judgmental we will be.
So…if we’re ever asked what it felt like the last day we were a child..
we can give our children an answer, hopefully, they’ll never forget.
We can look them in the eye and smile saying…
“I’ll have to let you know…because it hasn’t happened yet.”
There are things in this world that,
no one can explain or completely understand.
The human ego believes that it knows everything or will…
eventually.
Over a century ago, humankind knew that,
there would never be people living in space…
perhaps they’ve deluded themselves
into thinking that there are?
They knew that nuclear energy would be easily controlled;
perhaps they only dreamed of nuclear meltdowns?
There’s no question about fracking; drilling into the Earth’s crusty rock,
can’t possibly affect the shift of the…Teutonic plates…its absurd!
Why would any intelligent person think that it would cause earthquakes?
Volcanoes don’t erupt; they just boil forever.
Satellites don’t fall from the sky onto houses and neither do airplanes.
Man can build the perfect, automatically-controlled airplane or ship;
even a self-driven car.
They’ll all function perfectly because, a human being created them.
The Titanic was a bad dream.
The Costa Concordia, a myth;
nothing built by human ego can,
possibly be…imperfect…can it?
Humankind is a fallible mechanism; making mistakes,
getting sick, enduring malfunctioning organs.
It stands to reason that, anything built by humankind;
could and would potentially, fail. Forever incapable of creating the perfect machine;
humans must eventually, accept that fact.
I started nappin’.
How’d it happen?
I was really zonked.
The sun was beatin’
Temps was heatin’
And I simply conked.
It stands to reason
In this season
Weather can be drainin’.
And when it’s muggy,
I feel sluggy;
It won’t help complainin’.
Still, supposin’
I was dozin’
That is just confusin’.
Daylight hours
Give us powers
Never meant for snoozin’.
Guess with agin’
We’re engagin’
In a losin’ battle.
Vigor shrinks
And forty winks
Ain’t nothin’ that should rattle.
I’d rather live with terrorists or break everything in my skeleton than put up with the residents I currently share this terrace with
I think I’d find it more appetising, to spend Friday night comparing house prices with a member of ISIS
The things said by these creatures that I share a lease with produce in me a cabin fever, that could only be beaten if I was held captive by Al-Qaeda
Except the ransom is paid to a landlord once a month for 60% of my income, it’s increasing, I signed and agreed to it - and I’m never released, either
So I’ve made my peace, it now seems considerable to just abandon all and sleep rough on the floor: it stands to reason, it would likely be cleaner
I’ve never been attached to any semi-detached, and now I’m happy to discard housing completely
Who needs a house that protects from the elements, when the house needs protection from the tenants, routinely
Home is where the heart is, be it near or afar, but this house belongs alongside your faeces
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I mentioned I am thankful for my house, my friends and how important they are to me…
Today I’d like to add how I’m thankful for my family.
I’m thankful for my parents, my brothers, my children, my grandchildren…my wife…
I’m thankful they have miraculously found their way into my life.
There are some people who mistakenly think the traditional family has been disbanded…but as for me…I like to think…its definition has expanded.
Divorce brought our two families together…and though at times it can be complicated…
when our two families joined…a new family was created.
It’s not the ‘traditional’ family we were brought up thinking of…
but it’s a family, like every family…built on trust and fueled by love.
Consistent…unconditional love…which is not always as easy as it sounds…
but it is what makes the family flourish…what makes the world go round.
If this type of love and caring a family comprises…
then it stands to reason…families…can come in many shapes and sizes.
Parents can be together, divorced, single, young, old…even the same sex too
which means families can be traditional, untraditional, extended and come in different hues.
I think as time marches ever onward…the definition of family will always be changing
never constant in its makeup…but constantly rearranging.
To those of you who think the family is dead and no longer the way your God designed it…What if the family is thriving and your God just redefined it?
I am thankful for my family today…for their love and all the things their love can do…
and I know tomorrow…whatever my family looks like…I’ll be thankful for that too.
Perhaps, one day, we won’t care what a family looks like…
what parents we’re assigned…
which makes me wonder if, all along, that wasn’t part of God’s design.
In the three preceding poems I penned quite recently
I wrote how I was thankful for my house, my friends…my family.
But house and friends and family are mere words that by themselves have no appeal…
What gives them their beauty…their allure, their significance…is our ability to feel.
I’m thankful for as long as I can remember…from the time I was a boy
how I could feel…happiness…pleasure…ecstasy…awe…excitement..joy.
I’m thankful for my confidence…my pride…my self esteem…
for my ability to imagine, to wish, to hope…to dream…
And though I am truly thankful for all the wonders listed above…
I believe I am most thankful for my ability to love.
Love is a magnificent creation…an incredible gift…for it has this wonderful ability
to enhance the way we feel about ourselves, our house, our friends…our family.
The fact we can feel love…in all its forms…both big and small
is, perhaps, when you stop to think about it…the greatest gift of all.
But the ability to feel…as wonderful as it can be also has a darker side…
It opens us to feelings of sorrow and misery…feeling we can’t hide.
It stands to reason…if we have the ability to feel joy…we will also feel pain…there will be tiimes we bask in the sunshine…and times we must endure the rain.
But I have found what makes the joy more joyous and the sorrow go down more easily..
is our ability to love and to feel the love of our friends and family.
So this Thanksgiving when in your house…with friends and family…convening….
rejoice and remember it’s our ability to love and be loved that gives our life its meaning.
Love can to make a house a home…
It connects us with friends and family…
it can energize…soothe…and heal
which is why this Thanksgiving…as I do every day…
I give thanks for my ability to feel.
They Can have Weapons, Protect themselves, but We cannot..?
With all you know and all you suppose,
It stands to reason then, does it not,
Our innate ability, although predisposed..
To suffering and our tragic lot
To protect one's family against all foes..
They have armies guns and worse,
Humanity now perceives it has lost,
To gain insight listen, reciting verse,
You couldn't actually count the cost
So into oblivion, or to relinquish those,
That enslave you now though still unbeknownst,
The origins of which are -
A considerably dark violent ethos,
For this evil Cabaal a prepared cuisine
No further cooking is required to feed,
Mindless zombies into satanic pot,
No way out if you do not fight back,
Hang on..
They Can have Weapons, Protect themselves, but We cannot..?
So Second Amendment then not withstanding,
All future generations must now depend upon,
Humanity's capacity, to now comprehending,
A well armed Militia under the stars,
Requires..
The simple right to defend what's ours,
Whether they know it now or not,
As in this case then Life itself,
We must now preserve it
But do not take a bow,
Or accept technocratic enslavement by mass
A.I Bot..
Our children our ancestors to honour - or to disavow,
Lament sad willful indulgence or..
Stand up and fight for God's
gift to us,
And in his name.
Consider these words to then discuss,
Compliant inertia only festers blame,
Protect all goodness in essential
Trust
For all of us here and not just me,
Remember..,
Material Spiritual, all or bust..
If they can have weapons then so can We.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
During covid 19 lockdown
Jan 22 2022
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
If you were told this was going to be your last day that tomorrow you’ll be leaving everything behind…I wonder, after hearing that, what thoughts pop into your mind?
Is there one person…maybe more…someone you have known…to whom you might want to write a letter or talk to on the phone
Is there a person whom you’ve been missing…who you want once more to see?
Do you want to say ‘I love you’ one final time to your friends and family?
Would you watch the sunrise one more time…or count the stars up in the sky”
Is there a place you’d like to visit once more before you die?
If this is your final day on Earth…the final moment your destiny will allow…then it stands to reason, if you think about it, your most important time…is now.
Since you can’t be sure if todays the day your life will slip into the past…it’s probably a good idea to live every day as if it is your last.
Which means each moment is an opportunity to be generous and kind…to do the things that only a moment ago…popped into your mind.
That way…even if you don’t die tomorrow…when you finally leave this place
you will leave with no regrets…and a smile on your face.
And just as important to your heart…your soul…your mind…
will be the smiles on the faces…of those you leave behind.
Please excuse me now…I have to go…you see I intended this poem to be for you…
but I just realized there are a number people I’d like to call
and a number of things I’d like to do.
Was Earth created by God’s hand as told in holy writ,
when scientific findings seem to dash the thought of it?
Is it possible that all things formed the way they are by chance?
The odds against are infinite so, it causes second glance.
For no one thinks a tool exists without creator’s hand,
then how can it be possible that all we see - not planned?
So, what’s the truth? Which concept’s right?
Both theories seem quite odd, unless you change your view
and see it through the eyes of God.
If he created all, then for what reason was it done?
The scriptures say this is a place where he tests everyone.
If life’s a test, then what’s the topic where upon it’s based?
Well, if I read the scriptures right, the subject matter’s - faith.
The test would be quite meaningless if God uttered out his voice,
and made the Earth such that Creation was the only choice.
It stands to reason that he had to make the Earth, “As-Is”
so Evolution and Creation both have solid bids.
And so it is, all get the chance to search amongst the clues.
Eternity hangs in the balance, which one will you choose?
A lifetime you are given and it’s not too late to start,
but let me offer this - just trust the feelings of your heart.
It stands to reason…although we like to think most days are good…
that some days will be bad.
Which means there’s a good chance someone we know
or some strangers we may meet are probably feeling sad.
Some people may be lonely…some depressed…
while other’s hearts are broken.
Some people’s pain is discernible…while other’s is hidden and unspoken.
To those whose pain is palpable…we offer the kindness of a smile…
a touch
a hug
we take the time to sit with them a while.
We want them to know…through their pain…they have someone to rely on
someone with arms that will support them…and shoulders they can cry on.
To those out there in pain…whose pain we cannot see
(Which, to be safe, is everyone else!)
we should be as kind as we can be.
Just like an umbrella is opened to shelter us from the rain
an umbrella of kindness might not stop it…
but it can help to ease the pain.
A small umbrella of kindness can help those in pain understand:
their sadness
their loneliness
their anguish and despair…
this heavy burden they are carrying
becomes a little lighter when it’s shared.