Pleasant Place



"Love's always the star where it's given the stage."

The poet, author

“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!"

1.  A Pleasant Place

We all need a pleasant place to go when the seriousness of this life drains,
A pleasant place where some wholesome distraction takes our mind off our aches and pains.
Yes, it may be a sunny spot where warming rays lift our spirits, bathe our eyes,
Or a quiet relaxing spot where we regain our strength and restlessness dies.

In other words, somewhere where we can daydream, even midst pleasant surroundings,
A place where there’s a bubbling brook, a bushy grove, and a bird that sweetly sings.
Yes, a place that heals, a favourite spot, perhaps, an oasis midst the strain,
Where clouds recede and skies become blue, and creative thought refreshes our brain.

By Lance Landall

2.  What Is Life, But...

What is life, but a gentle breeze blowing on one’s face and then fanning out and around one’s ears,
The Earth seemingly alive and saying so, and the warming rays of a summer sun that cheers.
And with such, a beautiful clear blue sky, blossoms decking trees and flowers lining flowerbeds,
Yes, Nature abuzz with excitement and happy cries coming from playful, bobbing younger heads.

Oh, what is life but those sights and sounds that gladden the heart, those strolls down a welcome country lane,
Or that easygoing bike ride through Nature’s finery and 'neath a chirpy treetop refrain.
And yes, in the delightful company of a friend, a full picnic hamper at the ready,
Nothing like partaking of Nature whilst enjoying Nature, such innocent and yet heady,

And healing, 'cause there’s nothing like natural therapy, Nature’s therapeutic skill renown,
And the answer to that stress and pressure that’s found within every city or busy town.
Hence that exodus come each weekend, the country or seaside teeming with tired bodies and minds,
'Cause such is where restorative benefits come in abundance, and where peace and calm one finds.

Yes, be it the country or seaside, rolling hills, heaving swells, inland dew or salty sea spray,
Such teasing the senses, filling one with awe, and seemingly more so when it’s out-of-the-way.
And that meaning, those quiet, cosy, romantic hideaways where three's a crowd and two company,
Be they honeymoon couples or pairs of aging lovebirds, 'cause what is life, but such chemistry.

By Lance Landall

3.  Be Quick On The Draw

I barely remember when I saw you last, it possibly a day or two ago,
And when you said, “Hello,” all why I’ll remember when next time past me you might go.
Though I hope that you will stop and chat, and that way I’ll remember you even more,
A “Hello” nice but fleeting, and too oft the cause of, “Haven’t I seen you before?”

But never mind, a “Hello” better than nothing, and more so where there’s a smile,
And where both are looking for some excuse to chinwag, thus going the extra mile.
Oh, the nicety of that, “Hello there, nice to see you again,” which cheers one’s day,
All good reason for rustling up the odd word or two next time someone comes our way.

By Lance Landall

4.  Every Day A Happy Day

I wish I could inject people full of sunshine, they ablaze with warmth beaming from head to toe,
Their yellow rays falling on their fellowman, the world full of “Howdy Do’s” or a bright “Hello.”
And then, I would follow such up with happy gas, a cocktail of cherry thoughts and wholesome mirth,
Everybody as bubbly as a fizzy drink, babies giggling from the moment mum gave birth.

Oh, what joy, not a frown to be seen, grouchy puddles having evaporated, tear drops too,
Everyone chatty, they smiling, whistling or humming, and as sprightly as a chimp in a zoo.
And should there be a lull, out with that needle again, happy gas following hot on its heels,
The world back on the road to recovery, it full of laughter, warm fuzzies, delighted squeals.

And then, out with my brush and shovel, unpleasant outbursts, arguments, moods and scowls swept away,
I hosing any lingering grumpy residue, and finishing things off with a sweet spray.
The latter filling everyone’s nostrils with a refreshing bouquet, a feeling that all’s okay,
Grey clouds having disappeared, and thereby, one’s outlook having cleared, and every day a happy day.

By Lance Landall

5.  Sleepyhead

Oh, sleepyhead, sleepy head, snoozing in the noon day sun, please may I join you?
’Cause that warmth is very tempting, especially when toes and fingers are blue.
I’m rather tired too, and being indoors is such a drag, despite work due,
So please, sleepyhead, make room for another sleepyhead, who’d love to snooze too.

No, I’m not a lazybones, I really aren’t, just simply jealous of that sun,
And after basking in its glorious rays, I’m sure that I’ll still get things done.
Just wake me when you’ve had enough, and I’ll enjoy what’s left, also have my fill,
Two sleepyheads having snoozed their heads off, and if I sleep too long, please don’t tell.

By Lance Landall

6.  I Could, But No

I could captain a ship, pilot a plane, guide a rocket into outer space,
Conduct a famous orchestra, become a judge, even win some kind of race.
But the truth is, I’d rather stroll around town as a deliverer of joy,
Be that via word or deed, my presence cheering any man, women, girl or boy.

Yes, I no brain surgeon, no president or king, but a man of different means,
My chest not sporting a row of badges, my wallet not bulging at its seams.
No, my skills or talents used in other ways, my worn pockets lean from giving,
And my back stiff from stooping to serve, for such is what I call really living.

By Lance Landall

7.  Love Is Strength

I heard love singing today, but via a sweet little bird, his cheery little chirp,
He dipping his beak in a bowl of water without me hearing a single slurp.
Oh, you happy little soul, I thought, never mind the wind or rain, you're just the same,
Flitting here, flitting there, busy, busy, and putting any discontent to shame.

I would love to know what you’re saying; perhaps “Thank you” for every worm or crumb,
Little babies in a nest telling you that they’ve a never ending empty tum.
And you doing your best, not worrying about tomorrow, and letting us know,
So that we might follow your example, and that same unshakable spirit show.

By Lance Landall

8.  Peck-a-boo

Do you remember when love tickled your tummy, played with your tootsies,
Held your tiny fingers, bounced you up and down, gave you a little squeeze,
When love fed you, patted you on the back and wiped your chinny chin chin,
Changed that soggy, soiled botheration, rubbed talc all over your skin?

Do you remember when love made those funny faces and pinched your cheek,
Repeatedly said, “Boo!” Smiled. Sniffed the air. Grimaced. Had another peek?
Of course you don’t, and you staring blankly at love’s face, until one day,
You couldn’t help but smile back, and your own intriguing things do and say.

By Lance Landall

9.  I'm Sure You'll Agree

When the smiling sun pokes its nose through the surly clouds and warms one’s heart and face,
This oft depressing old world seems not as bad, even the fickle human race.
But what an extra blessing when those stuffy old clouds decide to disappear,
And a sky of blue takes their place with that friendly sun beaming from ear to ear.

And oh, how sweet it is when blossoms peek out from their buds and cheerily bloom,
Joining in the sun and sky’s welcomed attempts to disperse any frost and gloom.
And what another blessing when it seems as if every bird has thought to sing,
And when every kind of multi-coloured fury butterfly is on the wing.

And to top it all off, frisky and boisterous fountains sharing their liquid joy,
Or sedately captivating any loitering man, woman, girl or boy.
And yes, a duck or two, and a nearby river that beckons oars and swimmers,
Who, after all those strokes and splashes, head toward that picnic lunch that simmers.

By Lance Landall

10.  Singing In The Rain

When the sky packs a sad, covers itself in cloud and turns its tap on hard,
And thereby, the dark and gloomy landscape is seen to angrily bombard,
Out with the umbrella, raincoat and gumboots, thus one singing in the rain,
For though the heavens have opened, we can smile and that lost sunshine reclaim.

Yes, too bad what the moody sky may say, too bad what the weather might do,
Let’s splash in those puddles, enjoy the watering, laugh at the rumbles too,
We shrugging off that grouchy storm, making our own blue sky, warmth that’ll shine,
Ignoring that ill-tempered wind that has nothing better to do than whine.
By Lance Landall

11.  On A Roll

Morning world! — and hey, get out of my way, 'cause I’m about to seize another day,
Haven’t got time for negative introspection, would rather love, laugh, sing and play.
So look out worry, 'cause I’ve had enough of your old spoil sport ways, am on a roll,
Have a basket full of promise, a new zest for life burning deep within my soul.

Yea, can’t keep me down, 'cause I’ve a spring in my step, am like a bud about to bloom,
A fountain about to gush, or a chandelier that’ll brighten up any room.
Won’t take no for an answer, couldn’t care less if I come across a cloud or two,
’Cause I’ve got a brush that’ll take any moody sky and soon cheer it up with blue.

By Lance Landall

12.  Make Life Count

Make life count, skin those potatoes, peel that banana, skip with your nose in the air,
Show troubles that you couldn’t care less, that you’re going to sing and dance while you’re here.
No hanging around in the shadows, but you as large as life in the old sunshine,
And swinging from tree to tree like Tarzan, clinging to an imaginary vine.

Yes, make life count, let people know that you’re coming, and that you won’t be sitting still,
But making the most of everything, thus electrifying every cell.
No, no flies on you, but mental wings, your creativeness running riot, on fire,
Your flames of passion sneering at any negative, your heart singing like a choir.

By Lance Landall

13.  Making The Most Of It

Shame about the weather, ay, it rather emotional, all over the place,
Sunny smile one day, cloudy frown another, then comes those wild gusts in one’s face.
Or it sheds its tears — yes, we the unfortunate victims of its moody swings,
Those stormy temper tantrums where it booms and crackles — and oh, how that hail stings!

But midst it all, we making the most of it, turning the tables, so to speak,
A comfy chair, fire, hot drink and engrossing book — who cares if the weather’s bleak.
Yes, we tucked up inside, snug in bed, or sporting warm gloves and a woolly coat,
And should a little flooding occur, who’s bothered, because there’s always a boat.

By Lance Landall

14.  Smile!

A smile is a kindly thing, and more so when we are feeling down,
Or when we’ve been on the receiving end of a judgmental frown.
Yes, a smile can lift our spirits, make a difference to our day,
Which is why we should smile too whenever anyone comes our way.

And should they smile in return, we’ll feel all the better for it too,
And encouraged to smile more, every stranger being our cue.
And you know, pleasant words often following, a nice “Howdy-do?”
Two people all the better off for it, and days a brighter hue.

By Lance Landall

15.  Teddy Bears

Teddy bears, teddy bears, all over the bed, ’cause someone has far too many,
And a sleepy husband not allowed to move them who wishes there weren’t any.
Mamma bears, papa bears, boy bears, girl bears — yes, they staring at me night and day,
But it no good me wishing that they were elsewhere, as I’d hardly get my way.

Oh dear, the habits of collectors, or has it got more to do with birthdays?
Someone known to love teddy bears and why another member soon meets ones gaze.
And yes, come bedtime, hubby having to wait ’till they’re all removed, one by one,
Two by two, it all becoming quite unbearable, if you’ll excuse the pun.

By Lance Landall

16.  The Magnolia Tree

Come spring, and oh, what lovely blossoms we see, like those pinkish ones on the magnolia tree,
But you know, they no sooner here than gone, and how of our human lifespan they so remind me.
And thus the thought, that just as we cherish those blossoms, we should cherish each human blossom too,
For they too, are no sooner here than gone, their presence simply for a season, such sad but true.

And what varying blossoms we see, be they those on a tree or those forming humanity,
Each one making up the whole, a colourful bouquet, but each, only momentarily.
For each blossom only has its day, its short season in the sun, and then it’s gone forever,
And hence why we should value each one, and far more so each human, whoever and wherever.

And, for that matter, appreciating the blossom that we are — yes, that miracle of birth,
And how not just others, but we too, in our own way, adorn same hills, valleys and plains of Earth.
And how, come our exit, there’ll never be another blossom the very same, and thus why we
Should rejoice in our uniqueness, and in that of others too-cum-human creativity.

So when looking upon those blossoms that burst forth each spring, let’s look with eyes anew, and heart too,
Mindful of each human blossom — in other words, we minding those things that we think, say and do.
For every blossom is precious — yes, it making up the whole — and hence that beauty we see
When looking at the likes of the magnolia tree, or via different lens, humanity.

By Lance Landall

17.  Sad Begining, Happy Ending

A pretty little flower wanted to be itself, but such wasn’t to be,
’Cause no one was taken with its colour, nor how it expressed itself, sadly.
So it just stood there until it drooped, dropped all its petals and wasted away,
Never having been appreciated, nor considered fit for a bouquet.

But midst its sad departing, it left behind other free-thinking seeds that grew,
Each one another pretty little flower with its own expression and hue.
They surely not destined to suffer the same fate, each head erect and pleading,
But sad to say, and come each day, their bid for attention no one was heeding.

Until, of course, an innocent child appeared, her face expressing joy and awe,
And each one was lovingly gathered and sniffed at, which made their tiny hearts soar.
Oh to be noticed, wanted, partiality not the hallmark of childhood,
And why in the heart and room of a little child those flowers soon basked and stood.

By Lance Landall

18.  Out And About

It’s good to roam the countryside for pleasure, health, education and chance meetings,
The air pregnant with the scent of Nature’s bounties and those passing friendly greetings.
And then to return to a meal that replenishes, a favoured chair by the fire,
And a sound and comfortable sleep in a cosy bed that was heated prior.

One soon lost in dreams after a day well spent, blessed by the exercise, sun and air,
And those momentary stops for purifying water that’s needed here and there.
Yes, it’s so good to roam the countryside, to lose oneself midst heather, brooks and trees,
Those chirpy birds, grazing beasts, butterflies, dragonflies, ducklings and watchful bunnies.

By Lance Landall

19.  Coming Ready Or Not!

Wouldn’t it be great if love was hiding behind everything,
And when anyone walked past it was seen to up, out and spring.
All at its mercy but willingly succumbing to its spell,
Love wrapping itself around folk in a way that'd kiss and tell.

Yes, it sparing no one, all bitten and smitten on their way,
Love never leaving off but hard at work come night or come day.
And soon the whole of Earth covered in a glorious mantle,
Love having captured each heart and brought any out of their shell.

By Lance Landall

20.  Course You Have

You’ve forgotten me, ay, but I’ve always been there, just kind of hidden away,
Though perhaps it’s those glasses, that grey hair, or those wrinkles that something else say.
Yes, I guess that I’ve sort of metamorphosed, shed that earlier looking me,
Nothing like a change, you know, and I also looking at things differently.

But I’m still that person you knew, my name not having changed, but simply my age,
Hence those things that fooled you, you still caught up in an earlier chapter and page.
It just the same book, but the story having moved on and nearing its ending,
The scene changing, the spotlight shifting, I bowing and the curtain descending.

By Lance Landall

21.  In The Form Of You And I

Love saw me coming, it giving me a hug and even complimenting me,
Which not only caught me by surprise, but also planted a big warm fuzzy.
That encounter remained with me throughout the day, capturing my heart and mind,
And why on its energizing emotional nourishment I wined and dined.

Oh, if only every day of the week, love in the form of you and I,
Would give a hug and complement, leaving behind a grateful smile and moist eye.
Yes, there’s nothing like those loving acts that deeply touch and cheer another soul,
Especially amidst those rigors of life that can dishearten and take their toll.

By Lance Landall

22.  Attitude

I’m excited about today, ’cause who knows what’s around the corner — Surprise!
Yes, every day a possible lucky day, and each day itself a prize.
Oh, how we should make the most of every day, lest it be our very last,
And in all the beauty and delight that can be found in it, mentally bask.

Yes, every day another opportunity for those who’ve eagle eyes,
A positive approach and grateful heart, because that is where good fortune lies.
Our eagerness attracting whatever joy and happiness might be out there,
Which is sure to multiply, ripple and bless should we more than willingly share.

By Lance Landall

23.  Two Worlds

You know, there’s actually two world’s, the one that’s out there, and the one we create,
And by that I’m meaning: No matter what’s going on out there, there’s that inner state.
Yes, that world that we create within us, and thus not succumbing to doom and gloom,
But designing a bright and cheery décor, one that gives upsetting thoughts no room.

And such being the only way to go, you know, ’cause it’s true life’s what we make it,
Life very prone to ups and downs, and those downs much harder on those who fret and sit.
And therefore, we having to install our own light, and not forget to switch it on,
Lest before we know it — Kapow! — a less than happy three score years and ten has gone.

By Lance Landall

24.  Me?

I could write a funny poem, but hey, it’s only poets who pen poetry,
And besides, am I really someone who is into waxing lyrically?
And then there’s that rhythm and rhyme, it taking a fair amount of energy,
And hence why I’m really not sure that I want to try my hand at poetry.

Yes, I could grab a biro and some paper, but there would go another tree,
Well, by the time I would’ve finished, that is — and thus Greenpeace soon chasing me;
For I could get carried away, and then there’s that ink I’d be wasting, you see,
And why I’d better leave such to poets who should know better, quite honestly.

By Lance Landall

25.  Berry Nice

Two wood pigeons, as bold as brass, sitting on a cable connected to our home,
Almost like living gargoyles, and as if security too, given how they comb.
One looking right, one looking left — and when finished, pinching berries from our tree,
Where midst filling their bellies to bursting, they also keep a watchful eye on me.

But such I don’t mind, ’cause they’re berry nice to see, and regular visitors too,
Who, rather untidily, leave me to clean up after them, a chore I must do.
’Cause those pips and my mower are hardly friends, the cutters jamming annoyingly,
Though that’s an upset I’m happy to live with, lest those beautiful creatures I not see.

By Lance Landall

26.  Works Like Nails And Glue

When things start to wane, it’s time for a romantic rendezvous, table for two,
By George, yes — but something out of the ordinary, though not kangaroo stew.
So head off to a place that pampers and teases the taste buds, spices things up,
And when she’s not looking, slip a little handwritten “Love You” under her cup.

Yes, be one retired, a teacher, lorry driver or a cabinetmaker,
Just tell her to dress up like a dolly, then put her in the car and take her.
And soon you’ll both be singing in harmony, holding hands on the way back home,
But please, no greasing up the hair, just a little water and quick with the comb.

By Lance Landall

27.  Everyone Loves Chips

It’s just a humble potato, but everyone loves chips, and thus why it’s so
That it all comes down to what people do with something, enter that creative flow.
Hence that humble potato pleasing many palates when that good idea was born.
Just like that brainwave that saw someone take a bicycle and add a warning horn

Yes, just a humble bicycle, but oh, all the fun that children have with that horn,
Which one day in the contemplating brain box of some clever head was seen to dawn.
And all how some people think themselves out of trouble, or solve a pressing issue,
And why I hope that out of this poem will come something that’s just as fruitful too.

By Lance Landall

28.  Live, Love And Dream

Look for the beauty in everything, that which will make your beating heart sing,
And let yourself dance to the rhythm of life, those adventures that life can bring.
Yes, see in every day an opportunity, a chance to kick your heels,
’Cause only those free of pointless restraining inhibitions know how such feels.

So soak up the sun, welcome caressing breezes, find treasure everywhere,
Skipping with creative energy — and where wholesome, don’t be afraid to dare.
Live with hope and promise, laugh with gay abandon, and the bright side of life share,
Living and loving with firm intensity, and an individual flair.

Yes, tap your feet, move with verve, let your body pulse in harmony with your soul,
Allowing no one to cramp that freedom within that makes one feel well and whole.
Be nothing but yourself, moving to the tugs of your own strings, that voice within,
Which though governed by wisdom and right, will see that your world will joyously spin.

By Lance Landall

29.  Smiles

A smile can disarm a guarded face, crack a granite-like look, lessen a frown,
Hence why it can come in handy whenever one’s out and about, around town.
Yes, a flash of teeth here, a flash of teeth there, dimples having appeared as well,
And as to whether a smile has worked or not, is so very easy to tell.

Smiles cost nothing and beautify ones face, even brush up other faces too,
'Cause those smiles sent are often mirrored in others, and sometimes as if on cue.
Yes, some a little slower in coming, but appearing eventually,
'Cause a lovely smile is pretty irresistible, a joyous thing to see.

By Lance Landall


Looking along a local stream