Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

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Rhyming Poems

My website was last updated:
15 December 2017

And this very page was upgraded on
13 December 2017



The poem:
Poetry With A Mission

Special focus page.

Includes:

2.  R.I.P Planet Earth?
3.  Just In Case
4.  I Can't Talk?
5.  I'm No Hero
6.  Don't Want To Offend?
7.  Count On Me
8.  Long Live Free Speech!
9.  I Am Charlie, But...

10.  Never Hinder Protest
11.  Just Say It
12.  Best It's Hollered
13.  Don't Get Too Hung Up On Delivery
14.  Canaries In The Mine
15.  Far Better I Be Honest
16.  Are You A Mere Shadow?
17.  Crosses Come With Every Such Hero



Dear friend:

You've come to the right website if you're HURTING,
SUFFERING, STRUGGLING,
ANGRY,
CONFUSED,
WORRIED, CONCERNED,
or simply wanting to be entertained via the light-hearted, or informed, stirred or  challenged via the thought provoking.
By the way:
You've got nothing to lose and possibly much to gain given that the material on this website will stimulate and  broaden your thinking, and could spare you and your loved ones from some serious ill.
However,
please bear in mind that this website is more designed to tap folk on the shoulder rather than pat them on the back.
Therefore,
the poems that are presented here act somewhat like a referee's whistle, a teacher's chalk, a tradesman's toolbox, a cleaner's brush and shovel, and yes, a friendly camper's fire. 



More of my own quotes:

"Love needs no man to explain it, but calls all men to express it."

“Our life should not consist of what we take but what we give.”

"Love says what others don't, won't, or can't, and the reason it does is, because it should and must."

"Every day that we're given is too precious to waste, because every day that we're given can't be replaced."

"An evil act always has a rotten root."

"Your past is not the present unless you let the present remain your past."

If those on the left won't listen to those on the right, and if those on the right won't listen to those on the left, neither will find the balance that's missing from either.

"How any country treats its poor and deals with poverty, depends on how high a regard it has for humanity."

"The greatest enemies are often within."

"Falsehood always has it in for truth."


“It can be very difficult, if not impossible, to find solid evidence for many truths given that those behind the scenes, (and often in sheep’s clothing), hardly advertise their evil doings and vigorously discredit both messenger and his or her possible discovery, which, may still be in the making and thus even easier for folk to portray as another conspiracy theory.”

“Before we knock conspiracy theories, we should remember that history is awash with conspiracies that proved true, evil plotters having had a feild day."

"Evil men often leave no trace of their involvement and direct from the shadows."

"Good government requires good men."

"The only thing that stops a hell bent society is disaster."

"A nation that sinks is eventually sunk."

“Ladders are for sharing, not hogging.”

"That which many find too hard to believe is often the believable in unfamiliar clothing.”

"If love was admiring its reflection, would that reflection be you?"

"We’re living in a time where most prefer fables to truth, and where truth is indeed being exchanged for fables."

“Sleight of hand and smoke and mirrors seem the order of the day.”

“The greatest poverty is that which is found in too many hearts and minds.”

“This world will only be a better place when it’s full of better people.”

"Out of suffering comes empathy."

“It’s not wealth that’s the problem, but the selfish and irresponsible misuse of it.”

“Hard times always pick on the needy.”

“There’s a little bit of everyone in all of us.”

"Wealth should never be seen apart from an acute conscience and deep sense of duty.”


"Sense comes with age, but seldom with the ages."

“It’s crystal-clear that some things aren’t.”

"The degree to which we care is measured by the degree of our effort."

"The welfare safety net has nothing to do with the left but everything to do with what's right."

"Memories are always better when they're preceded by wise choices and selfless acts."

“To laugh at someone’s misfortune is to invite your own.”


"Our life is shallow and empty until it’s filled with loving words and deeds that quench the thirst in others."

"If we're not prepared to help somone who's broken down on the road of life, we can't complain if they're slowing down the traffic and holding us up."

“I find it intriguing how many who’ve been there are no longer in touch with where they’ve been.”


"Those who bury their head in the sand miss seeing the incoming tide."


"Open minds are precious things, for such are seldom found and sorely needed."

“Hidden justice isn’t justice, nor its judge or jury worthy.”

"If you’re afraid to say it, chances are you should."

"The man a woman marries can make or break her life, and hence why a woman should do her homework before she becomes a wife."

"No voice should be silenced lest all voices be silenced."

"Earth's wounds are humanity's shame."

“Freedom’s only as safe as we are free.”

“Those who willingly tend the throne of he who acts by force, are often the victims of that very same iron fist.”

“Those who plot have lost the plot.”

“What evil men can’t get by consent, they take by stealth or force.”

“Cold hearts are the result of frozen minds.”

“We all have the same brain, but not all have the same heart.”

“Political correctness knows neither humour nor charity.”


“If as much time was spent on others as most spend on themselves, there would be a lot less folk seeking help from others and more time for others to spend on themselves.”

“Good health is determined more by one’s mouth and mind.”

“If you’re blessed with much, bless those with less.”

“People are often generous with a little but seldom with a lot.”

"The welfare system is a country’s heartbeat. Thus, strong beat — healthy condition, weak beat — terminal condition."

“Selling the assets of one’s country, (even partially), is a short term fix that ensures long term repercussions and a possible demise.”

“There’s nothing more odious than class distinctions.”

“It could be said that the two greatest offences are the violating of the innocent and the neglecting of the needy.”

“Scapegoats are always the victims of something that they’ve had nothing to do with.”

“No, they, he, her, wouldn’t do that — oh dear, naivety, naivety.”

It’s better to have a clear conscience than a fear of shadows.”

"Truth will only open like a bud where it's tended by an open mind."

“What’s right has never hurt anyone, but what’s wrong has always hurt everyone.”

"If truth was counting its supporters, would you be one of them?"

"Laughter does for the body what a surgeon can't."

"When we engage in attempting good via evil, we prove that we aren’t good given that  we’re still acting evilly."

“Those whose hearts are dark, oft clothe themselves in light.”

“History only teaches us what we remember.”

“Love one another is good advice, that each may live long on the Earth.”

“Truth is as popular as it suits.”

"This world will always be worse off for every good man or women who leaves it."

“One grows as one goes.”

“The trouble with birthdays is that they blab one’s age.”

“Self-preservation is a short-term fix that afflicts everyone in the long-term.”

"Always remember that tougher sentences and harsher jails mean greater suffering for the wrongly convicted, of which there are far too many."

“A promise not kept was but a lie in disguise.”

“Love’s better seen than heard, for when it’s not seen, it’s merely a word.”

“Given that television has become the new teacher, parent, nanny and pastor, it’s no surprise that society is heading for disaster.”

“Life’s not a blank cheque but a limited sum that we need to spend wisely.”

“Too many pits are dug by borrowed spades.”

"Love seeks what's best, does what's right, and says what's true."

“If it’s not acceptable to lie, why is it considered acceptable to pretend?”

"Today's parent shapes tomorrow's child."

"The more women dress sexy, the more men become lusty."

“One wrongly opened door can lead to many more.”

“To punish folk for cruelty to animals; to speak of animal rights and liberation; to set up animal shelters and clinics; to weep over the loss of a pet, and then unnecessarily slaughter and eat animals, is to surely render ourselves hypocrites; send a very confusing message to the young; and to display a selective sensitivity that would do a dictator proud.”

"When people live off the fat of the land, that fat eventually kills them."

"Though plainness may not turn heads, beauty can only but eventually disappoint."

"We only care as much as we try."

"Bad governments always look for scapegoats."

“It’s better to live in peace than to end up in pieces.”

"If everybody gave there'd be less need to give."


"The petty only attracts the petty."

"To gain the world, one only needs to fool the mass."

“War is a catastrophic fouler of planet Earth.”

“We all like to think that we’re better than we are, and hence how we hinder and delay our growth.”

"There can be just as much love in some needed rebuke as there is in a tender expression."

“Countries that torture their enemies can’t be trusted not to torture their own.”

"This world's problems require the response of everyone."

As mentioned, these quotes are my very own creation, and one or two have been taken from the page that is entitled:
Author's Pen.









A call to return to the path of truth, the ways of love, and the benefits and safeguards of sense.

"The selfless protecting of another's own, health and life, the vigorous defending of another's rights, liberty and freedom, and the sensitive attending to another's suffering, heartbreak or misfortune, these truly maketh a man — and remember this: That love knows nothing of wrong; and truth, nothing of accommodation.


Of You


Of you I tell and teach my children, don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never,
But treat them like something very precious that’s been left in your care forever.
Yes, now and always, for they're a human being too, not a thing, nor wood or steel,
But a living, breathing part of all we are, another who can think and feel.

And no right having been given us to act otherwise, via word or deed,
Injuring being a weakness, not a strength, and cursed are they who cause to bleed.
Such but evil, love knowing nothing of it, and why of you I tell and teach,
Don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never, but always higher and better reach.

By Lance Landall



Welcome to my reality based website

This broad-based website, covering anything and everything, but designed for the times and with a particular focus, features a light-hearted section, a secular-generic section, and a religious section.
However, don't forget the introduction on my poem list page with its special features found by scrolling down.
Here on my website, you will not only find poetry, (the main meal), but prose and articles. Such all being largely issue based, and such all being part and parcel of my personal journey, and thereby, a cathartic exercise, a collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views, beliefs and experiences.
And all being my very own work, except where I have stated otherwise, and hopefully I've not overlooked anything or anyone given how in certain places I have drawn from books and articles here and there, sometimes borrowing thoughts along the way, and given how some things simply get lost in time.
By the way, rather than my name, I sometimes put Author under my work; though having said that, I don't always place my name, (or put Author), under everything I do, and therefore, it may be better to check such with me should you want to use something.
Please bear in mind that my journey hasn’t ended, and that as a consequence, I’m still stumbling, still making mistakes, and thus continuing to learn and grow just like everyone else. Therefore, if I have erred in any way, I ask your forgiveness in advance. However, it should always be kept in mind that both this website and its content have primarily been designed to provoke thought that might not otherwise be forthcoming, and hence the warning that's in red just below.
For light-hearted poems, just go straight to my light-hearted section. Yes, I do have a good sense of humour despite the more serious nature of my website's mission. :-)

Please bear in mind that the material on this website is often confronting, that personal expression is exactly that, and that it's your choice whether to continue further or not. But having said that, this website contains no inappropriate content but simply communication that is straight, open, honest and sincere, with no disrepect or injury of any kind intended...

Though a Christian, I can understand people veering away from Christianity given the sad behaviour coming from many Christians (or those who call themselves Christians) and given the nonsense, error and ills that are coming from certain quarters of Christendom. Therefore, lest people throw the baby out with the bath water, I have tried to address this very sad state of affairs via my secular page "I Saw Beyond It All" and via my secular page "Apologetics," and this, given that my website (though a broad based one) does include Christian material. Though I have tried to place the secular and religious in their respective departments, it has been hard to totally separate both given the nature of my poetic mission, and therefore you will no doubt encounter some connections or crossing over, and why I only think it's fair to warn you about this too.

"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

"Never confuse straight talk with harshness, nor pleasing words with love."


"Though the heart should always rule, it errs where it's not connected to the brain."

"Loving everyone doesn't mean accepting everything."
The Author


 

Seventeen more random SAMPLE POEMS can be seen below.
The last one being one of my alternative poems.
All my poetry, general and alternative, poetry and prose fusions, or simply prose, is accessed via my poem list page.

At any moment I might choose to tweak, alter, enhance, upgrade or add verses to any existing poem. As a
result of this, any poem of mine found outside this website could well be missing those improvements. At any
moment I may also remove an existing poem, and new poems are placed anywhere and everywhere.
A certain degree of my poems are long-lined ones that behave like prose thus making prose behave like poetry; such being a path I took at one point, one that could be considered as bridging the two and thus freeing poetry from its somewhat rigid constraints — the message contained within each poem more the focus than the poetic artistry.


"A better world starts with better people."


"We're only as good as our heart, as sound as our mind, and as deep as our soul."

"Better to have a soft heart that weeps than a hard heart that maims."

"Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what'll pain more to see."

"To do what's right we need to know what's right."

The Author



Just a few things that you'll discover here...

That it doesn't pay to hurt, neglect or ignore anyone and nor should anyone;
That there's far too much in the bowls of a few, and far too little or nothing in the bowls of many;
That men shouldn’t mistreat women, and that women shouldn’t frustrate men;
That animal cruelty, child molestation and torture are abominable crimes;
That pornography is destroying men, wrecking marriages and homes;
That we should be slow to condemn and quick to forgive;
That helping comes before preaching;
That the unrestricted voice of all should be heard by everyone;
That liberty is the only security, and that civil and religious liberty are sacrosanct;
That the path you choose determines the outcome;
That armchair critics should burn their armchairs, and that judging by appearances is a sure way to err;
That there’s no shame in emotional damage;
That there's no shame in being poor, but there is in being pridefully rich;
That wealth is a curse when it’s not used to bless;
That compassion should be coupled with sense;
That there is a time and place to judge;
That when it comes to the brain, porn makes it sick, drugs mess it up, booze dumbs it down, and smoking starves it;
That humans are herbivores by design such clearly seen in the dental structures, for one;
That those who needlessly endanger themselves for any kind of pleasure, display a compromised intelligence;
That bad people often hide behind good things;
That people who're painted good can be bad, and that people who're painted bad can be good;
That it never pays to follow pied pipers of any description;
That there's nothing noble about the herd instinct, and that democracy is endangered by mobocracy;
That swinging to the left or right is how one becomes unbalanced;
That many are deceived because they allow others to do their studying and thinking for them;
That the majority have no idea what’s really going on, nor who's behind who or what;
That danger can lie in what we fail to see, and bias and apathy making such more likely;
That while people play, others scheme;
That those who forget the past are bound to repeat it;
That it's better to die for what's right than to live for what's wrong;
That love, truth, virtue and even individuality are paramount;
That morals, principles and standards are protective and thoughtful imperatives, hence society's need of an urgent u-turn;
That much done in the name of love knows nothing of it, and that much done in the name of God knows nothing of Him;
That Church and State should never be wed;
That there’s no eternally burning Hell, such nothing more than misinterpretation;
That no one has gone anywhere, hence the coming rescue and resurrection of the repentant, that's spoken of;
That God isn’t causing those earthquakes;
That climate change isn't a hoax but something that was biblically predicted;
That Christendom and Christianity are two different things;
That Darwin’s theory defies logic, sound science and evidence to the contrary.

My aim being...

To stimulate thought, generate discussion, facilitate change, and meet people where they are — I believing that there are many issues that need addressing, certain things that need to be said, and more so given that most are looking where it isn't, (certain distractions aiding and abetting).
However, to understand the purpose of this website more fully, and my poetry, click on the Purpose button above. You may also wish to read my poem Poetry With A Mission by clicking on that particular link.
A particular focus of mine is freedom of expression; civil-religious liberty; human rights; truth; the recovery of morals, principles and standards; and concern for creatures, the underdog and our planet.


Yes, poetry that shouts, confronts, questions, rouses, informs, pleads, shares, inspires, encourages, heartens, empathises, weeps, sighs, smiles and sees love as the only answer.

Poetry that takes no sides but that of all who’ve been wrongly accused or mistreated — in other words, poetry that condemns wrong wherever and whoever it's coming from, and whatever that wrong may be.

                      
“When it comes to freedom of expression, anything and anyone must be fair game, (not exempt from scrutiny and criticism), because any line drawn is an automatic infringement and one step always being the beginning of more; and then, who's our master? — and remember this: That religion should be big enough to cope with ridicule, and every one of us sensible enough to know that there's a time, place and way, and every one of us kind enough to show the same thought and feeling that we would like to receive from others."

Or to put this matter another way:

"There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in permitting its abuse."

Meantime:

"Stand up, speak out, and if you must, march peacefully and in a dignified manner, not turning to lawlessness, violence, rioting, foul or deceptive means, for by such, you’ll stand condemned yourself, will simply spin that tired old merry-go-round, and harden the resolve of the authorities — and remember this: Many things that have been achieved via dubious means could’ve just as easily been achieved if only more voices had been raised and felt in the corridors of power."


"Let others speak as they will, and your right to speak likewise will be assured, because
it's only by looking after the rights of others that we secure our own."


"Truth can often be very hard for many to accept, simply because it runs so contrary to everything that they've been taught."

"It has ever been the way of man to call some truth a lie and some lie a truth, and why men often utter with their lips what their heart denies."

"Though things are easier said than done, and none of us beyond tripping, falling or failing, things should still be said, and things should still be done."
The Author




INTRODUCTION


“Lance Landall reporting for duty, Sir!”
“Time you got here. Okay, son, get that rhythm and rhyme flowing, be it pithy words or witty fun, and see that there’s no slowing, ya hear. And while you’re at it, son, lots of verses too, not just one or two, and share — yes, every single one. Bowl them over with poetry and prose, anything poets might dare to compose, rattle their brain cells, yank at their heart, and tickle their toes — yes, make ’em laugh, make ’em think, make ’em cry, even get them wondering why. And while you’re at it, son, throw in a little bit of this and that, and don’t stop until it’s done. Now scat."
"Yes, Sir!"


SAMPLE POEMS




2.  Of Me


Of me I tell and teach my children, I’m just a man, not a god, nor a saint,
No better or greater than anyone else, and in some crisis may well faint.
And so, it folly to esteem me higher than one should, my flaws and faults clear,
And therefore, I only able to do my best, a crown hardly mine to wear.

So love me do, for all should be loved, but mind those expectations bound to fail,
’Cause fathers, and even husbands, belong to the real world, not some fairytale.
And though mistakes I regret, mistakes there will be, but love and care in my heart,
I knowing that it’s not about perfection, but all about that course we chart.

By Lance Landall




3.  Dear Visitor...


Struggling like me, perhaps — kind words and acts really appreciated, no doubt,
Yes, loving concern, which is what I like to think my website is all about.
And hence why I also point out error, ill and wrong, because such harms us all,
But draped over this humble attempt of mine, hopefully you’ll find love’s shawl.

Or love weaving its way in and out, popping up here and there, reminding you
That though I might oft come on strong, it’s your best interests I’ve sought to pursue.
And so, I doing what I can, something rather than nothing, because I care,
And knowing that such is sorely needed — dangers, troubles and loss always near.

By Lance Landall




4.  Open The Door


Open the door to love, seat it at the head of your table, place it on a throne,
And let it reign unhindered, steal the show, call the shots, save the day and set the tone.
Yes, let love direct your heart, take the wheel, circle each day on your calendar too,
That it may pave the way, heal some wound, bridge some gulf, and pursue the right avenue.

Oh yes, let love stalk the wayward, scale any wall, pull back the curtains, scent the air,
Surround each crib and farewell each casket, hover tenderly where there’s any tear.
Yes, let love choose the right time and place, even words, arrange the notes in every tune,
Thus taking you and I to greater heights via an all-embracing hot air balloon.

By Lance Landall




5.  As Meekly As A Lamb, Or Like An Eager Child


Yes, society, you’ve accepted it all, and as meekly as a lamb, or,
Like an eager child, one who’s rather wild, and hence that destructive open door.
“Come in,” you’ve said, as if it’s a pleasant visitor and not an enemy,
Or is “love” your thing, and why, “Let them have their own way,” you sing, so foolishly.

No, that’s not love, but weakness and folly, hence all the rest you’ve accepted, and
This being why the lookouts on society’s cracked walls are no longer manned.
“No need,” you say, and so you play, destruction nigh, Pandora’s box gaping wide,
And more evils entering, and you unable to see the incoming tide.

After all, you know better, and hence why you’ve despatched all those guards on the wall,
Or, been busy castigating them, and some you’ve even seduced so they’d fall.
Yes, you’ve tipped your toy box upside down, have thrown a paddy, got your own way,
An outcome you’ll soon deserve; if only you’d shut the door, put those toys away.

By Lance Landall

 



6.  You're Not Alone


I wish I could remove your suffering, or is it heartbreak you’re going through?
But all I can do is show that I care via word or act, thus thinking of you.
For who’d ignore a fellow traveller struggling with pain or grief? — no, not I,
This world having given me many a reason to sigh, cry and question “Why?”

Yes, there’re many of us who’ve suffered too, though I’ve no desire to talk of me,
But rather, to let you know that you’re not alone, though feeling so, possibly.
And if so, understandably so, for this world can be very harsh and cold,
Or so it seems until the cheer of a caring rosebud is seen to unfold.

Perhaps it’s just a hug you need, or arm around the shoulder, such no mere token,
For sometimes greater thoughtfulness is shown via an act where words aren’t spoken.
In fact, words oft getting in the way, some folk kind of clumsy with what they say,
But meaning well, though who among us never errs, isn’t seen to wrongly weigh?

Yes, be it physical or emotional, some things are very hard to bear,
And why it’s reassuring to know that folk who truly love and care are near.
For though they can’t wave a magic wand, they can seek or pray on our behalf, and
In the meantime, via word or act, show that they really feel for us, understand.

By Lance Landall




7.  It's So Easy


It’s so easy to look at others, (and sound evaluations must oft be made),
But clearly we all have our own sad flaws and failings, and some price for wrong have paid.
Yes, most of us needing more than just a cut and polish, and yet, pointing harshly,
And this, when many are struggling with who knows what; or they clinging perilously.

Yes, insensitive words and acts can act like boots on fingers, and down many go,
Cutting stones and rocks showering them as they plummet; other R.I.Ps below.
And we with all the excuses as to why they have only got themselves to blame —
Well, one way or another — and self-righteousness too often adding to our shame.

Yes, it’s true that many have caused their own dilemma having acted foolishly,
But it’s better to give them a helping hand and not leave some folk feeling angry.
For anger that's fuelled by frustration or desperation can kick back at us all —
Well, one way or another — and why it pays to show heart-cum-make the better call.

But hey, where’s our humanity, that milk of human kindness-cum-selfless love, and,
That mercy that's also long-suffering, that attempt to try and understand?
After all, friend, what if the boot was on the other foot, and thus we in their place?
For life has a habit of toppling thrones and rebuking any who don’t show grace.

By Lance Landall




8.  Come The Revolution


Yes, come the revolution — that love revolt — folk refusing to argue or fight,
Such an underground movement that’s warmth would replace all the darkness and gloom with light.
Yes, a joining of hands or linking of arms, kindness and compassion on a roll,
A desire for all that’s good, honourable and worthy soon reigning in each soul.

Imagine it! Handshakes, cuddles and even kisses greeting people every day,
They unable to escape the wave of love and benevolence coming their way.
Oh, how exciting to even think of such, for what a difference it would make,
And why I yearn for such a revolution, peace and harmony left in its wake.

Yes, no destructive riots, just winning ways and smiles, happiness and joy seizing hearts,
Everyone making the best of everything, helping out where there’s spilt apple carts.
A revolution where there’s no turning back, all negative bridges burnt behind,
And when it came to coldness, thoughtlessness and oversight, such one hard-pressed to find.

Wow, wouldn’t it be grand, so come the revolution, I say, that Tsunami of love,
And above the door of each home and workplace those fitting symbols, a heart and dove.
Yes, no more selfishness, but a never-ending fountain of everything that’s best,
All thanks to that people changing revolution 
the best cause in which to invest.

By Lance Landall





9.  My Dear Friend


My dear friend, and because I truly love you so — in other words, truly care —
I’ll always tell you what you need to know, not just say what you might like to hear.
And therefore certain things may hurt, and this, no matter how carefully I tread,
As truth often reveals the unpleasant, those things that sometimes need to be said.

And that’s love, for love puts another’s best interests first, even withholds praise —
In other words, doesn’t say you’re good at something when you’re not, nor false hopes raise —
Otherwise, you might well make a fool of yourself, perhaps reaching for a mike,
And those in the audience laughing at your voice, wishing you’d be on your bike.

No, love has far more sense than that, for had I foolishly said that you sing well,
You’d be slow to trust my judgment again given how “Get off the stage!” can chill.
But enough about singing, for that’s just one example, and why truth’s best said,
And lest due to such folly you join the ranks of those who’ve nonsense in their head.

Yes, the world is full of inflated egos, balloons that are about to burst,
Folk who’ve been set up for a fall via misplaced warm fuzzies of which they’ve a thirst;
And why criticism’s hardly popular despite it oft being a good friend,
And the way of fools soon leading to their own or someone else’s sticky end.

And this, dear friend, why I’ll always be honest with you, share what it’s best you know,
And thus I at peace with myself, my conscience clear and my heart shouting, “Bravo!”
For stating the truth and calling things as they are is not just a caring act,
But a courageous one given how so many now prefer fantasy to fact.

By Lance Landall




10.  Don't Doubt Your Worth


Sometimes we can feel like a nobody, lost within the great sea of humanity,
A grain of sand pushed and pulled by life’s tides, or shoved by waves of insensitivity.
Or perhaps a leaf, one that’s detached and floating aimlessly, adrift on a cool breeze,
One caught in some melancholy Autumn, concerned that fate’s careless rake might cruelly seize.

Yes, sometimes life can leave us feeling left out, that we don’t fit in, and we feel alone,
Lost in caverns of introspection, where we wrestle fretfully, and inwardly groan.
Or we struggle to find our way through the maze of past mistakes, regret nipping our heels,
And we wonder — yes, we oft wonder — is there anyone else who the same as us feels?

A nobody, a grain of sand, a leaf, an after thought possibly, or last resort,
Someone who hardly figures in the mind of others, a vessel that’s without a port.
Yes, somebody just like us, aching inside, wanting to be noticed, or even heard,
Who’s seemingly destined to go it alone, others nodding but not saying a word.

And yet, our value is just as great, and our place on this earth just as necessary,
Thus, regardless of how we may feel, we have an important place in humanity,
For every beach relies on every grain of sand, and each leaf has its place on each tree,
Thus, should our time on earth expire, so much the worse for our absence this world would be.

By Lance Landall




11.  Don't Doubt Your Place


Don’t be fazed by film stars, pop stars, presidents, kings, queens or popes, nor consider yourself any less,
For they’re just as human as you are, and no greater, despite their position, power or success.
Yes, they too, have to attend that little room where one is humbled, and they too, become elderly,
For they’re just as mortal as you, simply have a different function, are known far more publicly.

And hence why I’d never pay homage to one who’s as earthly as me, though I’d still act politely,
Aware that some have a certain role to play, a certain authority, responsibility.
But though such be so, I also knowing that they don't have a different body or brain to me,
And hence are thus my equal, and there to serve too, not to lord it over me, or humanity.

History’s littered with ambitious, deluded fools, propelled by delusions of grandeur — their own

They wanting to make their mark, and boy, they sure do, terribly so, dictating from their self made throne.
Others strut like egotistic peacocks, lapping up the attention, basking in their own glory,
Only to suffer the same fate as anyone else — lost looks, old age, a plot in a cemetery.

Meantime, amidst their power play, or love affair with the limelight, they act as if they’re more worthy,
When in fact they’re often less so, given that their acts or behaviour work more injuriously.
And those who could be deemed as worthy, and even greater, are humbly lost within society,
Where they quietly leave behind a better legacy — selflessly, and even unconsciously.

By Lance Landall





12.  Catch On?


Even when life has dealt us blows, left us with hurt and pain, it’s better to remain loving,
And midst the fog of broken dreams, heartache and loss, to seek out others with whom we can sing.
By that I mean, to lose ourselves in selfless acts and gentle ways, and words that warm and heal,
For responding any differently, even more joy, peace, hope and happiness will steal.

Yes, such is how we make our heart smile again, how we still move forward, and find our way through,
Searching for any little thing that will brighten, found in those things that for others we do.
For as we lift another’s spirit, ease their lot, and via those loving acts of kindness share,
Our own load is lightened, our season soothed, and possibilities are oft seen to appear.

We shouldn’t dwell on what we’re missing, on what might’ve been, or even on what should’ve been,
But rather, make the most of the present and what we have, for things will always intervene.
Hence why life’s really in the living, the being, our sight, our hearing, even our sense of smell,
And not so much in grandiose plans, nor romantic dreams, for many betray, kiss and tell.

Better to thrive on little, for little disappoints less, given expectations are low,
And given that acceptance and contentment are the two greatest friends that any can know.
For we all arrived with nothing, and will leave with nothing, given living is in the being,
And why we’ll never experience true peace until this little gem of truth we’re seeing.


By Lance Landall




13.  Mind What You Say And Do


It’s sad that it can take almost a life-time before we’ve learnt, and then it’s often too late,
For the damage is done, our energy waning, and troubles and poor health lying in wait,
And we, very regretful, our back against the wall, and old father time ticking away,
All of which then seems to conspire against us, as if wanting to make us suffer and pay.

When all is said and done, it’s all about treating other folk well, and not causing them ill,
For come those twilight hours of our life, and amidst deep reflection, past wrongs may haunt and chill,
Yes, rather than the warmth of much happier memories, and deeds more noble and worthy,
We may feel cold draughts of restlessness and anxiety, and sleep may not come easily.

And we may also be forced to live with the baleful results of our callousness and folly,
Be that via personal scars, or scars we’ve inflicted on others that shout at us daily,
For all that we do and say results in something be it minor or major, good or bad,
Which, amidst our final years, will leave past years looking beautifully or shamefully clad.

Or to put it another way, such will leave us selflessly clothed or selfishly exposed,
Our conscience clear or pricking, and we, thus either agitated or serenely composed,
For all that we leave behind, either remains behind, or catches up, eventually,
A fact that has borne the test of time — one that rather than later, is better learnt early.

By Lance Landall




14.  For Crying Out Loud


You may not approve of same-sex sexual acts, Gay marriages, pornography or abortion,
Cults, certain religious beliefs and practices, door knockers, dope smoking or prostitution
— And that’s your right —
But for crying out loud, don’t ever mentally or physically abuse anybody,
For hate filled words, cruel acts and violence are not only moronic, but weak and cowardly.

Okay, so someone hurt you — so what? — for you don’t have to retaliate, thus acting like them,
For how can you stand tall and protest when indulging in the very same thing that you condemn?
No, striking back is a mug’s game, and who wants to emulate the behaviour of fools and bullies?
For all who treat others badly are partakers in evil, suffering from the same disease.

Yes, you’ve a right to your view, freedom of expression precious, and rightful avenues of protest,
But for crying out loud, never lay hands on anybody, nor in abusiveness invest.
For sad rhetoric and callous behaviour are good friends of bigotry and persecution,
And thus always add to humanity’s problems rather than joining hands in any solution.

You may not be happy with some who’ve authority, their introductions or audacity,
Or you may have a problem with some organisation, and some underhand things that you see.
But whatever or whoever, you get to choose your response, for that response doesn’t choose you,
And whatever that response, it’ll paint you as bad or better, as one’s words and acts always do.

So for crying out loud anyone, stifle those words, unclench those fists, and shun any weaponry,
For though you’ve a right to think and feel differently, you’ve no right to mistreat humanity.
And should someone hurt you, don’t jump on the same merry-go-round, but rather, help pull on the brakes,
For the one who doesn’t becomes a party to the crime, and love, wisdom and foresight forsakes.

By Lance Landall

The poem above is referring to our general treatment of others.




15.  It's Not Until Later


Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.

It seems that when we’re in our youth, (even a little older), we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.

Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.

If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now — and can’t explain.
 
By Lance Landall




16.  To White Supremacists


Surely sense would tell us that a human is a human, be they black or white,
That pigmentation is the only difference, and all precious in God’s sight.
And why I state the latter is, because some of you believe in God, He who
Wasn’t a racist — and in fact, of olive skin, a humble Saviour and Jew.

One who died that all might live, so what’s with your rage and threats, because you should know
That all are equal in His sight, that it’s most unchristian to argue and fight.
And hey, white people hardly superior, our brains no different at all,
Nor our physiology, and hence your cruel diatribes nothing but a gall.

But aside from everyone clearly having the same origin, rights and worth,
Can’t you see that all are suffering, are in the same leaky boat, planet Earth?
And this surely being why we should all pull together, buckets in each hand,
And hey, our very birth why we’re all entitled to the same crop yielding land.

Yes, coloured people simply coloured, and not inferior, but as for you,
And that sad behaviour that makes no sense, what might it say about your IQ?
Or about the IQ of anyone who indulges in such injury,
Because such hatred and prejudice has more to do with immaturity.

So please, rise above it, for that’s where the answer lies, with love and not hate,
We not esteeming ourselves higher than others, no “Keep Out!” sign on our gate.
But rather, our arms open wide, we embracing all, for divided we fall,
And why at the end of the day, only the humble and loving can stand tall.

And to those of you who feel the same way as me, don’t fight fire with fire, please,
’Cause scrapping with white supremacists suggests that you’ve the same hate filled disease.
So don’t hate them either, but wisely reason with them, and live by example,
That in your life all may be above board, open to inspection, sound and well.

By Lance Landall

"Those who misuse liberty endanger liberty."
The Author




17.  When Love Will Have The Final Say


When I see love in action — love that’s genuine and true — I just know that there must be a plan for man,
One with the best of intentions, one that’s been awaiting its time — that is, since evil somehow began.
And I’ll keep on believing so, for there’s one thing I’m sure of — LOVE WILL TRIUMPH SOON — and permanently,
But not before we’ve seen the worst of evil, its final push to ensnare all, albeit temporarily.

Yes, I’ll take love’s side any day, for I have seen its fruitage, and thus know of its possibilities,
Unlike evil — a dead-end street — which, when it’s reigning within folk, just acts like a terminal disease,
One that’s contagious, though there is a cure for those who wish to be free of its poisonous infamy,
And that cure is love — pure, unadulterated love — for I have seen the results of its potency.

Oh yes, nothing works like love, nothing satisfies more — for love, unlike hate, is balanced and in harmony,
A beautiful holistic tree bursting with bountiful promises — yes, cheery growth that one can see.
A tree that keeps on giving, no thought for itself, but nourished and fed by its own generosity,
Each one of its flowers leaving a lasting sweetness in the air, one rich in selfless ancestry.

And why I just know that love’s the answer, and that in due season it will deliver, not disappoint,
Unlike evil, which leaves a bitter taste, a cruel legacy — not a home, but some sleazy rundown joint.
Yes, only love knows the way, only love provides hope, purpose and light, a coming solution filled day,
And why I won’t stop believing until that time when love will have the final say, and thus evil slay.

By Lance Landall




18.  It's Our World


Dear fellow traveller, amidst the billions on this Earth — I’ve a message I wish to share, given your inheritance by birth, and your existing presence here.
This planet is yours and mine, it doesn’t belong solely to kings or queens, popes or presidents, prime ministers in residence, nor any government; even power or society behind the scenes, but rather, to us, the people — yes, not someone on a throne, behind an official desk, or ecclesiastically ensconced under some steeple.
No disrespect is intended here, but only the clear recognition, that this Earth belongs to humanity, you and I — in other words, us, we — not solely to those in power, regardless of their position, regardless of their authority, and including any majority, for humanity is also the minority, given that we’re all linked genetically, historically, and universally, and given that such is acting humanely, quite honestly.
Though rightful laws and order have their place, no one should seek to conquer and rule the human race, and all who would seek to do so, by stealth, legislation or might, wouldn’t have justification, would be lovers of darkness rather than light, who though pretending otherwise, would ultimately catch by surprise, thus displaying their true face.
Yes, this planet belongs to you and I, who likewise, pressure or force cannot justify, (despite how much we might try), for the birthright of all is freedom and liberty, (be that civil or religiously), the right to be left alone to live in peace and harmony, to be free from the evil plots, plans and tentacles of tyranny, and not to mention, the right to have access to every necessity.
Yes, we weren’t meant to be controlled, bought or sold, trampled on, sneeringly looked upon, coldly mistreated, shackled, persecuted or defeated, somehow abused, indifferently used, played with like marionettes, gathered together in plotter’s nets, nor considered as if just a clone, for we’ve a brain, a heart, a dream, a path, a life and purpose of our own, and were born to love not hate, and to goodness, mercy and kindness radiate, for such always works for the best, ensuring that all are blest, whereas hate just destroys, and all manner of evil employs, for it’s tied to lust and power, seeks to overthrow not empower, and all the while, oft hiding behind a smile, (which given time, quickly turns sour).
Though we’re humanity, we’re not some herd to be rounded up, processed and programmed physically, mentally or emotionally, nor were we meant to be serfs at the beck and call of bureaucracy, but rather, are individuals in our own right, little worlds of our own, with corresponding patents and copyright.
Yes, it’s our world, not the possession of a group, a majority, nor some man, who, were these given control — that is, of the world as a whole — would prove a threat to all, and eventually, flames of trouble just fan.

By Lance Landall




"Violence and murder are never the way of the enlightened but those who’ve diseased hearts and minds, those who’ve taken leave of their senses, those who’ve been wrongly fed or brainwashed, and all of them misusing their liberty — and remember this: That our true character is revealed by the way we treat
everyone."


HUMANITY'S BEST INTERESTS MY PERSONAL MISSION.

Until we regard every human as a precious and sacred creation, (never to be violated in any way), and the well-being of creatures and this Earth as our duty, we’ll never progress beyond where we are, except in mere outward appearance perhaps.


This website only endorses rightful, non-destructive-cum-non-violent expression.

My poems began around 2002, my website was founded in 2005, and 1000 poems were penned by May 2012 that figure having become a goal. Now to potter.