About The Author

"The soul of the artist cannot remain hidden."
Henri J.M. Nouwen (1932-1996)

“Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum
of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.”
T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Thank you for letting me be myself, warts and all, for granting me this opportunity to bare my soul, to say what I honestly think or believe, for making me feel completely at ease, for your understanding and non-judgmental* presence, for taking the time to get to know me better, for reading a number of my poems so that you can get the right balance, for adding a poem or two of mine to your favourite folder, or passing a poem or two of mine along, even mentioning my website, and for taking the time to respond encouragingly, or to perhaps share a concern you may have.
Yes, it's folk like you that I really treasure.

*There's a big difference between prudent evaluations upon which one acts certain judgments made  and simply being judgmental. See my page Regarding Judging Others, which can be found on my poem list page, secular section.

Because people sometimes like to know a little about the person behind the website, I have put together a brief picture.
So here we go:
The only things that I'm aware of that slow down the aging process, (other than things steroidal or hormonal, and no doubt concerning), are a healthy diet, perhaps a daily vitamin/mineral supplement, ample water, (healthy water, that is), regular outdoor exercise, (and hence sunshine and fresh air), lots of laughter, the avoidance of unnecessary risks and stress, taking things quietly and sensibly, appropriate work, adequate relaxation and sleep, and refraining from injurious substances like alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. Have I left anything out? Oh, how could I forget — and reading my humorous poems, of course. :-)
As far as jogging goes, (which many do each day), and even those workouts in a gym, I believe such are not only unnecessary, but a pointless overuse of one's joints which in time will painfully show. It's the old story — not too little, not too much. Moderation, in other words, coupled with temperance. Just like those parts on a car, the more our joints are used, and the harder on them we are, the quicker they play up and pack up.

Okay, I'm 68 years old. Was born in 1951. Am what one might call a sixties child, though not a wealthy one. Left school at 15 — silly boy.
I was born here in New Zealand, still reside here in New Zealand (Wellington region) and have never been outside of my country.
I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. One sister was adopted by my parents when she was a baby. The other sister passed away on the 26th April 2012, aged 72. My oldest brother passed away 27 May 2019, aged 82.
I met my wife (now aged 66) when I was 17 and she 15. We married in 1971 and have been together ever since.
We have 6 children — four boys, twin girls. Their ages — the boys 46,44,37,35, the girls 31.

I'm a vegetarian, though wanting to head more towards veganism, (flesh food and dairy products being injurious, man's original diet clearly a vegan one, going by the Bible's book of Genesis; and our dental structures also attesting to this, for one).
I happen to have the artistic temperament (am more attuned to the subtleties of human emotion and experience).
And I also have a strong empathy with the underdog.

Oh, by the way, it’s very nice to meet you, though I can’t quite make out your face,
Not that such really matters, mind you, but that you're part of the same human race.
However, I hope you’re smiling at me, for very comforting that would be,
Given that I’ve kind of been waiting for you, have got terribly bored with me.

Okay, so what do I value, love, like?

I'm fond of animals, love music, art, books, the magic of language, great documentaries, good clean fun, riding my e-bike, and pottering in a reasonable sized garden surrounded by trees and shrubs, and where I can work creatively. At one stage I was very much into making things with wood, and in the early years, into sketching.
The following combination: Enjoyable food, music, conversation-cum-company — that is, quiet, relaxed, refined company, two or three friends say.
Generous, charitable, kind-hearted people who don’t pull out a check list and pen before they consider helping you out, who willingly search rather than wait to be asked for help, and who take the time to ring and call to see how you're getting on.
Open-minded, fair-minded, impartial, receptive, truth seeking Christians who are just as much interested in knowing your views/beliefs as they are in sharing their own.
People who forgive and move on, rather than holding grudges or letting it colour their behaviour.
Humble people who treat everyone the same regardless of their race, religion, situation, circumstances, position, issues, handicaps, or appearance.
People who stand up for you when they see that you’re in the right or when they see that  you’re being treated wrongly.
People who’re not hung up on popularity and who’re not afraid to call a spade a spade and rock the boat.
People who are genuinely interested in you, understanding and accommodating of your issues, and who go out of their way to help regardless of the effort needed and time of day.
People who check with you to see if something they’ve heard about you is true, and who give you fair opportunity to defend yourself.
People who keep their promises, don’t gossip, and are open, transparent, honest, and trustable.
People who wouldn't hurt a flea, but who would come to my aid should someone take a pot-shot at me, (just as I like to think that I would come to their aid too). 
Good values, principles and standards.
Truth, lawfulness, rightness, beauty and order.

Sorry to digress, but,

I’m worried ’bout my state of health, my mind, I oft talking to myself, you see,
Though having some darn good chats, I have to say, albeit embarrassingly.
But what else does one do when no one else is around and cats don’t understand?
Though I finding myself quite friendly, you know, kind of handy to have at hand.

And what do I abhor, or simply disaprove of?

I hoping that you appreciate honesty.

Intoxicating beverages.
Competitive sports and competitiveness in general.
Non-medical drugs (though medical drugs need to be watched too).
The killing of animals for sport and food.
The death penalty.
Child molestation.
Human trafficking.
The abuse of position, power, privilege and wealth.
Bigotry, prejudice and racism.
Persecution of any kind.
The violation of human rights and the repression of liberty and freedom in any form.
The abuse of our planet.
The excesses of liberalism and the evils of fanaticism.
Occult practices — its whole territory and influence.
Secret societies.
Bad manners, untidiness and poor hygiene.
Insensitivity and thoughtlessness.
The 'positive thinking' brigade and ideology (not to be confused with thinking positively — the latter being sense, the former shamanism).
New Age gobbledegook, which is simply ages old occultism in modern garb.
Euthanasia — though can truly understand why many desire such.
Public sexiness that teases and frustrates male passersby (even if subconsciously).
Same-sex sexual activity and Gay Marriages — though bearing in mind that homosexuals are humans too, and therefore, should be treated just as kindly, but homosexuality being an aberrant condition. And as mentioned on my Home page, no one is damned due to having been born a homosexual; the Bible only condemning the practice of such.
The evolution fable.
The merging of Church and State.
The militant, flag waving, foot stomping, 'Rambo' style Christianity that's been coming from certain quarters of Christendom that’s intoxicated with its own slant and power rather than with the gentle and humble ways of Christ.
Patriotic obsessiveness, or to put it another way, an unhealthy patriotism.

As you check around my website you will gain a deeper overview of what I like or don't like, what I'm for and what I'm against. In fact, you can also read about my younger days by clicking on the 'New Zealand Through My Eyes' button near the top of this page.

“The goal of everyone of us should surely be a noble character, a selfless, benevolent, transparent, wholesome, lawful and peaceable way of life free of cruelty, bias, prejudice and bigotry.”
The Author

So how would I describe myself?

As a very flawed individual who has a deep appreciation of the human condition, and as a consequence, much empathy for my fellowman, his quirks and personal struggles. However, I also realise that we can't use our unfortunate backgrounds or unfortunate circumstances as an excuse for any wrong that we do, but simply as a reason perhaps, and that it's foolish and pointless to add to our woes by somehow compounding things. Better to make the best of a bad situation. Oh, two more things: 1) I believe that we should seek to leave this world a better place, and others happier, for our having been here. Or to put it another way: If our life hasn't turned out all that well in the scheme of things, let's help the lives of others to turn out well, remembering that what goes around comes around. 2) I also believe that we should strive to reach the most noble of heights in our character, and thus in our thoughts, words and actions.

Sorry to digress again, but,

Each time I look in the mirror there is somebody staring at me,
Which is rather disconcerting given the strong similarity.
I guess I could learn to live with that, but what’s really bothering me,
Is that this person appears to have a copycat mentality.


I’m neither a member nor supporter of any particular party but simply cast an informed vote for whichever party I feel would be best, (or may vote strategically), come election time; my focus being balance and heart, (integrity rather elusive, sadly).
Some might say that I lean more to the left, but that would only be so in the sense that I'm more people foccused than money fixated.
I have no links with any activist or activist organisation but am interested in examining the material of investigative journalists and those who have compelling arguments regarding certain suspicions worthy of one’s attention. A true construction of history is another thing that I'm interested in.

You know, something else just occurred to me,

I’m an endangered species because there is only one of me,
Therefore, should my life be ended, another me you wouldn’t see.
And the same holds true for you too, and hence why we should take great care,
Lest it be that either you or I far too early disappear.

About My Poems

When I first began penning poems, I knew nothing about poetry. In fact, I still don't know much about poetry. And when I first began penning poems, I hadn't even heard of a rhyming dictionary, and remained unaware of such until many poems later, (a hundred and fifty or more). When I finally purchased one, what a difference it made! It has been such a help.

The more poems I pen, and the more skilled at poetry I become, the more disappointed I can feel about previously penned poems, hence why I sometimes go back through them and make improvements when I’ve the time or inclination. That’s the trouble with artists! They’re a fussy lot. However, given that I originally knew nothing at all about poetry, I'm sure such is warranted. It will take a long time for me to go back through all my poems, so, if you spot something wrong, or that could be improved, PLEASE let me know.

That my poetry is largely didactic, I attribute more to accident than design. That's simply how my poems began, and that's the way that they've remained. And perhaps it's how they're meant to be, given how they came about. Or perhaps that's just my particular style. My poems are mostly designed for the serious thinker, and certainly for the receptive and inquiring mind. I try to pen my poems as simply and succinctly as I can, but given the serious in-depth nature of many of the topics, I’m not sure that I’ve truly succeeded. Due to the sense of urgency that has oft been propelling me, (given that this earth is clearly on borrowed time, the worsening state of society, and even Christianity in general, current threats to freedom of expression, etc), I have not spent as much time on my poems as I should have, being more concerned about just getting each poem's message out to the world, as it were. As is mentioned on my purpose page, my poems began around 2002, when I was around the age of 52. Up to date, I have penned in excess of 1800 poems. Thus, I guess you can see what I mean now.  

When I pen my poems, I put a comma where I pause, or where I think it's needed. You may not wish to pause where I do, but if you do pause where I do, you’ll be reading them like I read them. However, I may not always get my pauses right. There are some poems where I deliberately put a comma wherever it rhymns — for example, "Jeremy Jibber" — a poem that's a departure from my usual format, and it's not the only one. My poems are best read slowly, but you can read them any way you wish, of course. 

Poetry can be a difficult thing in the sense that people can interpret a word, line, or statement, etc, differently to what was intended by the poet. I try to do my best to minimize such happening, but I don’t know whether such is totally possible. If you think I could have worded something better, etc, PLEASE let me know. Otherwise, I may never know. You may not just be helping me, but also the next person that reads that same poem or poems, so I’ll thank you in advance.

There may be poems that express things you don’t agree with, but I’m sure there will be poems that express things that you do agree with, and perhaps you might like to use those ones, particularly if they'll benefit someone else. Please take time to check them all out. There are many different topics, and in some cases, the same topic from a different angle. 

Ironically and intriguingly, I'm still not a great fan of poetry. It has simply become the vehicle for the things I wish to express. Do I enjoy penning poetry? Somewhat. Certain poems more than others. A completed poem certainly leaves me with a sense of achievement/fulfillment.

Kind regards,
Lance Landall, poet and author.
Though the author of most that's on this website, I don't always place my name, (or put Author), under something that I pen. So if in doubt, contact me. Also see my Home page, (or the top of my poem list page), regarding the conditions for using anything that I've penned.

Of Cats And Men

Little did I know it, that I would become a poet, wielding a pen poetically,
A crafter of rhythm and rhyme, blessed with ability and time, and feline company.
Yes, a poet with a cat on his lap, sometimes a handicap, but still my little buddy,
One who likes to curl up and snooze while I’m penning poems, or absorbed in doing some study.

Yes, little did I know it, that I would become a poet, wielding a pen creatively,
One soon scratching his head, racking his brain, and too oft without gain, very frustratingly.
Oh, those days of writer's block, when ideas seem out of stock, and the desired words cease to flow,
Are something this aging poet too often experiences, until, it’s away we go!

But such is life, eased via a very kind wife, who hot drinks on a cold winter’s day supplies,
Which saves me from freezing, inevitably sneezing, and those medicines that one then buys.
And all in all, I do manage a few, expressing a point of view, and some humour too,
Which makes me feel better, encased in my warm sweater, until warmer days come into view.

Yes, such is the life of a poet, and boy, don’t I know it, having gone through pens rapidly,
For more oft I doodle instead, nothing going down in my head — just wasting ink, you see.
But despite it all, I do get to scrawl, and then out comes another, eventually,
Which makes it all worthwhile, and I even manage a smile, and hope on the horizon see.

Come on little buddy, it's time I stretched my legs.

By Lance Landall

Just In Case

Just in case I have unintentionally erred in some way, somehow, somewhere,
Remember I’m still learning and growing too, have some way to go to get there.
Hence why I mightn’t have always worded things that well, but though that be the case,
My poems have in fact been designed to provoke thought, for there’re things we need to face.

However, I can truly empathise with those people who’re struggling badly,
Be that physically, emotionally, or addiction wise, believe me.
All why my heart bleeds for them midst my own suffering, and I thus reaching out,
Though negative things mentioned at times in order to bring better things about.

So, dear friend, rest assured that I care, and that I am indeed cross where I err,
And that only penning things that please and delight is what I’d really prefer.
But good friends know that both sweet and sour have their place, and hide from such we shouldn’t,
And why when it came to leaving the sour things out, I’m afraid that I couldn’t.

Yes, I drawing from my own folly, bearing in mind the high price that I’ve paid,
That others may not suffer the same, nor cause any grief too — hence my crusade;
And it hardly pleasant, by the way, for brighter things I’d rather do and say,
But how selfish, for this world is far bigger than me, at the end of the day.

In other words, there’s you, and that’s the whole point, for you might have more years ahead,
My life largely over, and thus why it’s better that my ponderings are read.
And hence why more often than not, I call a spade a spade, and a lie a lie,
Lest you, friend, take the wrong path, follow the wrong crowd, or the wrong side of things buy.


I could do with encouragement too, but dare I consider myself again,
For that’s where our troubles generally stem from — yes, that selfishness in men,
And women, and why I try to forget myself, though some things making that hard,
For I, just like you, perhaps, am battle worn, wounded, hobbled, weakened and scarred.


Mind you don’t bring more on yourself than life in general brings, it not worth it,
Nor so hurting others,
Hence why of my own misadventures and folly, I sadly write and admit,
But I doing my best to make the best of things, despite some concerns ahead,
For one can’t turn the clock back — and why what might help you, I’ve well or poorly said.

By Lance Landall


San-Yai and Simba 

Once We Were Little

Nice To Meet You

Hi there, we’re Siamese, with a little less body to squeeze,

But though somewhat slimmer, we’re exotic, from overseas.
Yes, we’re very elegant, agile, and darn clever too,
A lover of company, sporting gorgeous eyes of blue.

I’m San-Yai, a seal point, I’m Simba, a chocolate point,
And via origin and family, we’re thoroughly joint.
We snuggle up together and share the same owners too,
A cat loving family who we’re often chatting to.

By Lance Landall

When is a cat not a cat? When it's a Siamese!

The Author with San-Yai and Simba 

Caught On The Hop With A Shorn Mop

The photo above was taken in 2016 midst my recovering from a hernia operation.
My wife couldn't resist the chance to snap two Siamese sitting on either side of their servant.

With much sadness, and on the 9 May 2018, and at the human age of 13 years, Simba (on the left) had to be put down due to kidney failure. He was such a gorgeous, affectionate, and passive cat.

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave
the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even
one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

And one final word;
muse actually:

I’m an individual
— in other words, I'm uniquely me, simply I,
And so very complex, even complicated, and why I oft mystify.
And therefore, they will never figure me out — he,he,he — well, not completely,
Because like I said, there’s only one of me, and only one there’ll ever be.