Have A Nice Day



 1.  Have A Nice Day

Yes, I hope you have a nice day, that the sun will appear and a bright blue sky,
That every passer-by will stop and chat, or very sweetly smile at you,
That the wind will take a day off, or just tickle you with a lovely warm breeze,
And that everyone that you have need of in any way will seek to please.

Yes, I hope you have a nice day, that a kiss, hug or cuddle will come your way,
That someone will pay you a nice compliment, or something encouraging say,
That someone will surprise you in a really special way, somehow make your day,
And that any opportunity or chance that you take will wondrously pay.

By Lance Landall

 2.  Ah-choo! 

I’ve finally figured out what’s happening when certain people go, “Ah-choo!”
And that being, they’ve been caught out without a hanky, are wanting a tissue.
Yes, how could I have missed it, and some people appear to want more than just one,
Given how they repeat themselves, keep fiddling with their nose, which is seen to run.

So perhaps I should always carry a full box of tissues around with me,
Such surely more helpful than just saying, “Bless you,” dodging uncomfortably.
And a sneeze having a mind of its own, thus it no good shouting, “Hey, Fever!”
But rather, one whipping out a tissue — poor woman — such sure to reliever.

By Lance Landall

3.  The Flower

It’s a beautiful flower — yes, a belle in a flowerbed,
One cradled in pink petals, and with a fetching lilac head.
It brightens up the garden, it cheers the hearts of passers-by,
Who stop to view its beauty, and also, its type identify.

It stands tall amidst the others that adorn the garden too,
The Queen of all the flowers that were planted and quickly grew.
Yes, it surveys the scenery with much dignity and style,
For it’s truly a lady, one that will have you pause awhile.

It relishes the sunshine, and it’s seen waltzing to the breeze,
It jostles with the raindrops, even causes some folk to sneeze.
It brings joy to the observer, it plays host to busy bees,
And delights the gardener too, who each day this monarch sees.

Yes, it is lovingly tendered and watched over faithfully,
It’s a classic, a prize-winner — all the judges would agree.
It’s the pick of the bunch, it’s out on its own, royalty born 'n' bred,
But in a vase inside a home this charmer will go instead.

By Lance Landall

4.  A Hug Means A Lot

When the world’s in a mess, and what’s next is anyone’s guess, a hug means a lot,
And the more reassuring hugs the better when your tummy is in a knot.
Oh, the difference it makes when one awakes and another hug is given,
'Cause such is a soother, an uptightness smoother — oh, now that’s really livin’.

And all because it hollers love, love, love, that all is well despite any ill,
That there’s someone who’ll help you deal with it, help you climb that daunting hill.
And on the way, encouraging things do and say, hence your steps all the lighter,
'Cause loving hugs that start and end each day, always leave one feeling much brighter.

By Lance Landall

5.  When Life Up And Gives Us A Boot

We often wish that the rain would go away, but without it where would we be?
And so it is with set backs and so forth, growth occurring via adversary,
Or hopefully.
’Cause calm seas never make good sailors, and a trouble-free life bears little fruit,
And hence why we should simply rub our bottoms when life up and gives us a boot.

Yes, it’s better to splash in life’s puddles, to sing in the rain or laugh out loud,
’Cause wherever reality is, there’ll be a spot of rain or surly cloud.
And sometimes a winter, and hence that need of mental coats and umbrellas too,
’Till that wind and hail has passed, and there with a big summer smile stands steadfast you.

By Lance Landall

 6.  Public Libraries

Behind those library walls, that quiet full of mystery, those furtive glances periodically,
There’s a world of its own, enjoyed there or on loan, and found within books of every category.
A world that awaits that lifting of each cover, where there’s much to discover, come those turned pages,
That see shelves assisting elbows, seats supporting some bottom (down orderly rows), and oft for ages.

Someone in their own little world, their novel or textbook attentively held, their minds oft far away,
Lost in some adventure (distractions worthy of censure, 'cause libraries aren’t some place to talk and play).
Or perhaps they're engrossed in something academically — history, mathematics, philosophy —
But whatever it be, they're head down and somewhat focussed hypnotically, words holding them firmly.

Their minds full of various pictures, they seriously reflective or in stitches, even tale bound,
Thus not there but elsewhere, perhaps another hemisphere, or on some planet, no one making a sound.
Some minds full of equations and theories, others full of pirates, soldiers, queens and fairies (who knows what),
Each in their own little world, a preferred book resting or held, they lost in deep ponderings or some plot.


The pulling power of words, such captivating romantics and nerds, light and serious readers, who,
Those thousands of books at each library, charged for or free, peruse accordingly, be they old or new.
And thus are lost in each sentence and paragraph, hence those furrowed brows, that sigh or laugh, or busy pen,
Or should those books be loaned, temporarily owned, that glowing bed lamp still burning come something a.m.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 8 March 2020.

 7.  So Cleverly Feathered

Hi wee sparrow, are you coated with a silicon seal, or wax of some sort,
Or could it be you’ve an inbuilt umbrella, so that in rain you don’t get caught?
It all seemingly like water on a duck's back, rain hardly bothering you,
And I guess that’s because come rain or shine, those squiggly worms you must still pursue.

Yes, a flutter of your wings and that wet stuff is gone, when the rain stops, of course,
Because you’re still out there when it’s pouring, and even when the wind is gale force.
I battling such wind like a frustrated wrestler, ducking the odd spot of rain,
While you just hop around unbothered like, seemingly daring the wind and rain.

By Lance Landall

8.  Better Watch Out

Yes, you’d better watch out, because love’s going to get you, and get you good — POW!
And down you’ll go in a joyous heap, unable to do a thing, but now,
You standing there unsuspectingly, love waiting around the corner for you,
And when it strikes, you’ll have no chance to run, not that anybody would do,

Would they?

No, when love gets you it gets you, one melting like an ice-cream on a hot day,
Oh, the ecstasy of love’s warm emotions, that inner gooey crème brûlée.
Yes, one unable to do a thing about it, and so, “Bring it on!” I’d shout,
And even paint a WELCOME sign, love quickly appearing, no need to watch out.

By Lance Landall

9.  Let's Not Add To ill

I don’t like to see folk suffer (be they good or bad), hence I’d rather return good for ill,
For any other way is flawed, doomed to fail, and there goes one’s inner peace, for all’s not well.
No, it’s better to treat everyone well, despite what they may do to us, for good returns,
Whereas evil’s to our loss, steals from our soul, and thus only trouble and suffering earns.

Yes, better to have no malice within, no desire to repay ill done, or even said,
For wrong intent and negative emotions toward others put us back and not ahead.
It’s better such folk become like us, rather than we become like them, and pay the same price,
For good leads to an inner security, unlike ill, which tosses and turns like a dice.

Evil’s an ill wind that blows us wherever, one that oft takes us where we’d rather not go,
But such is how it is when the very same baleful seeds as some evil doer we sow.
And oh, how they sprout, ruining our garden as well, where only healthy produce should dwell,
Nurtured and nourished by loving effort, which in turn, invigorates every living cell.

Yes, it’s better to have a pure heart, one that’s undefiled by wrong, and one that’s merciful,
Thus extending forgiveness to those who mistreat us, such being a more potent arsenal.
For loving kindness can oft change the errant heart, but never so, any evil returned,
A lesson that far too many, and far too late, have learnt, and thus heartache and problems earned.

By Lance Landall

10.  Gratitude

Even midst the woes on Earth, and our personal struggles and difficulties,
There’s still wonders to behold, and blessings within each day, which gratitude sees.
Oh yes, it’s so easy to complain, life full of ups and downs, but even so,
There’s an awful lot that we can still be thankful for, even heartbeats, you know.

Yes, many do suffer terribly, but far too often whines come too quickly,
Blessings overlooked or forgotten, when gratefulness declares they shouldn’t be.
After all, we know this world isn’t perfect, so make the best of things we should,
Busy salvaging every drop of joy, and counteracting ill with good.

By Lance Landall

Love Has:

Kind eyes.
Sympathetic ears.
Encouraging lips.
A respectful nose.
An open mind.
Available shoulders and muscles.
Visiting feet and dialling fingers.
A tender heart.
An honourable back.
Helping hands.
Comforting arms.
Concerned legs.
Flexible joints.
Humble knees.
Mindful tippy toes.
Noble thoughts.
Thoughtful ways.
Deep pockets.
A grateful attitude.
And a people radar.

By Lance Landall

Some Tips From Other Creatures:

Remember that the world’s your oyster, so have a whale of a time.
Have frequent catnaps in order to avoid getting dog-tired.
Don’t be too chicken to try things.
Grow in wisdom so that you can outfox your foes.
Don’t pussyfoot around when it comes to opportunities or decisions.
Don’t monkey about with anything.
Don’t rat on anyone.
Keep yourself as busy as a beaver.
Don’t hog things, nor try to get the lion’s share.
Don’t ram things down people’s throats.
Don’t crow like a rooster.
Don’t make an ass of yourself.
Don’t just parrot what others say.
Don’t wolf your food down.
Don’t badger anyone, get on their goat, nor stick your neck out like a giraffe.
Don’t waste time on crocodile tears.
Clam up when it’s none of your business.
Don’t get involved in anything fishy.
Don’t go barking up the wrong tree.
Learn when to pull your horns in.
Avoid whining, getting crabby, prickly, or as grizzly as a bear.
Mind lest things come home to roost.

By Lance Landall