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.
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’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 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
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
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.
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