Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Beauty Beware

There’s an enchanting flower that's dwelling in a lushish flowerbed,
One that is ringed by pearly petals, and has a burnished golden head.
And just like a diamond that's in a crown, it bedazzles passers-by,
Who commonly stop to view its beauty, and are heard to coo and sigh.

It towers over the others that adorn the same flowerbed too,
Being the best of all the flowers there, that were planted and quickly grew.
It leans towards the spellbound viewer, beckoning them to stay awhile,
Yes, it’s truly alluring, so intriguing, and so sure to beguile.

It lazes in the warming sunshine, and it’s seen jiving with the breeze,
It takes showers in the rain, and very teasingly, makes people sneeze.
Yes, it excites the observer, plays tootsie with passing buzzy bees,
And it flirts with the gardener too, who each day this real stunner sees.

It’s scrupulously tendered, and it's monitored habitually,
It’s a classic, it's a prize winner, for it's sculptured so perfectly.
It’s the pick of the bunch, it’s streets ahead  it would knock the judges dead,
Yes, it’s absolutely top-notch, it's a jewel amongst a flowerbed.

Well, I could leave it there, but I would rather not therefore, on I’ll go,
Given that all about this flower, I'm wanting everyone to know.
And should you stroll past this garden, friend, you too, will soon understand why
I am waxing so lyrical here, and suggesting that you pass by.

It’s not often that such you will see, for such beauty is very rare,
Which is why so many passers-by will take the time to stop and stare.
In fact, I’m rather surprised that this flower is still residing there,
For surely admirers are tempted — and there are those who may well dare.

Hence why the following's worth pondering on, and very thoughtfully,
And that is, that beauty has a downside, oft sparks vanity and jealousy,
And that if we're blessed with beauty, not to strut about like a peacock,
But rather, humbly mingle with others, for beauty has a time clock.

By Lance Landall

2.  You're Fine The Way You Are

So many nice women are needlessly falling victim to the plastic surgeon’s knife,
Who, whilst relieving them of thousands of dollars, assaults their body, plays with their life.
Yes, so needlessly, for the problem’s seldom with their body, but rather, in their mind,
For within its caverns, some self-esteem issue, (or other), one’s most likely to find.

Thus, with the dangers of the likes of implants downplayed, (given big money is at stake),
So many women whose breasts are fine but smaller, that foolish road to bigger ones take.
And as a consequence — and over time — they not only more money have to outlay,
And return visits make, but suffer from what those silicon companies do not say.

Minor and major health issues are related to such, but not always realized though,
In other words, it’s thought that they’re due to something else, (which has them feeling or laid low).
Or to which the local doctor just shakes his head, and admits he really doesn’t know,
Given that connections can’t always be clearly made, unlike nasty ones that do show.

And all this due to women being made to feel that they should succumb to such surgery,
Thanks to those images and pressures that advertisers inflict on society.
Hence the rush for the artificial, the cosmetic, that unnatural air-brushed look,
That’s seen in those TV adds, on shop windows and walls, and in that magazine or book.

And adding to all this, that competitive sexy look, where breasts are bared generously,
Which has less well endowed women feeling envious, thinking in terms of surgery.
And then there are those who’ve had a mastectomy, who also upset and pressure feel,
Which advertisers, and women who succumb to their adds, joy from other women steal...

...well, effectively, and indirectly, given what they publicly flaunt and reveal.

Yes, it’s all a game, a very cruel, thoughtless, childish one, and so unnecessary,
For a woman’s a woman whether large or small — a work of art, femininity.
Yes, the opposite and compliment to masculinity, and there’s where it should lie,
Not in size, sexy clothing, or in air-brushed looks, but in the apple of a man’s eye.

At the end of the day, a woman’s for loving — she’s not a doll or a mannequin;
Her true beauty lies in her very being, for age soon attacks and disfigures one’s skin.
It’s better that they face reality, appreciate what they have, and keep healthy,
And not succumb to those seductive lines (lies) that advertisers spin repeatedly…

...nor to those artificial breasts that fatten more than just a woman’s anatomy...

...mastectomies excluded here, understandably. 

By Lance Landall

You may wish to read my article titled Breast Implants which can be seen on my page, Time To Face Things.

3.  Cosmetics And Criminality

It’s such a tragedy — even a crime — that so many women are undergoing plastic surgery,
Thanks to irresponsible doctors and surgeons who are often aiding the cruel cosmetic industry.
An industry that spends billions on conning women, who, thanks to the deceptive spiel and pressure out there,
Gradually succumb to, or willingly embrace, that which soon becomes a burden that they’re  forced to bear.

That is, when such goes wrong, and often it does, hence why certain things should never be condoned by anyone,
Especially doctors and plastic surgeons, who, by the way, oft don’t give all the facts before something’s done.
Hence that physical and emotional pain that many women go through after things go badly astray,
Which has them longing for that health they once had, and even that way they once looked — oh, how those who know betray.

Yes, cosmetics-cum-criminality — an industry that has women harming their health, wasting their money,
And also their time, for so much is spent on the body beautiful — and all of it unnecessary —
For most women are perfectly okay as they are, and aren’t in need of harmful cosmetics or surgery,
Which, at the end of the day, denies them the freedom of being themselves, and turns them into a forgery.

In other words, their painted faces effectively lie, exchanging the truth for what’s really fantasy,
For airbrushed looks aren’t the norm, and when removed, may leave one’s partner less content — preferring the lie, you see.
And lie, cosmetics do, midst lining the pockets of those who make a killing out of conning women, who,
Should be accepted, desired and cherished for who they are, not how they look
though one can appreciate looks too.

By Lance Landall

4.  I Wish That You'd Chosen Me

Yes, I truly would have loved you, and deeply so, and would’ve treated you well, but I just didn’t look the part,
And therefore, you chose another man — one whom I couldn’t compete with — but who didn’t have the same caring heart.
I like to think that I would’ve made you very happy, despite my lack of means, but you had the right to choose,
And in my heart I wished you well, despite all those tears that inwardly fell — hey, I’m so sorry about that bruise.

I know that I am rather plain, just an everyday kind of guy — yes, somewhat uneducated and unskilled,
And he, well and truly streets ahead, but if I’d just been given the same chance, your wishes would’ve been fulfilled.
Well, at least in the sense of my really loving you, showering you with affection, time, care and protection,
For money I don’t have — hey, I’m so sorry he roughed you up — and so wish that you’d headed in my direction.

I’ve known so many men like him — yes, they can play the game, and have the looks, the money, even the expertise,
But when it comes to faithfulness, and what a woman truly desires within, they so often fail to please.
I’m aware of their banter, and those roving eyes, how they love to spend time with the boys, and too often their beer,
Thus I guess I saw it coming, but it was he, rather than me, whispering all those promises in your ear.

Yes, I truly would have loved you, and very deeply so, and how I wish that you had been attracted to me,
But I wasn’t as confident as him, nor as experienced, and I guess you noticed my naivety.
Well, I’ve come a long way since then, but if only I’d been given the chance — hey, I’m so sorry about those scars,
And though it’s still unlikely that you’ll come my way, I’m glad that for your sake, he’s now languishing behind bars.

By Lance Landall

5.  That Bad Boy Attraction

Yes, it’s known that many women are attracted to renegade men, and hence that proverbial question, “Why?”
Which I do not think is all that hard to answer, and hence my attempt here to hopefully such demystify.
And the reason for such is, that I believe there’s a broader picture which these women are simply reflecting,
And upon whom, (in so many tragic cases), these renegade men much misery are wrongly inflicting.

At the end of the day, humanity seems to have a strong fascination with anything that mystifies,
And in many cases such has become an obsession, one that this whole scene amplifies and electrifies.
For such is oft played up via the likes of movies, and via copycats who the bad boy image think is cool,
Yes, that dark side, over which the immature and wayward, and those sadly deluded women, seemingly drool.

The truth is, that as far as these renegade men, alias bad boys go, there’s really little to mystify,
And which their participation in a number of sessions with a psychologist would duly clarify.
For they’ve either been damaged emotionally somehow, (sadly so), or are just plain rebellious and lawless,
The latter just being the territory of fools, who once again, only the wayward and immature impress.

I guess there’s a dark side to us all, a certain rebelliousness, lawlessness, given that we’re all prone to doing wrong,
And why we smile at certain behaviour, even might do such ourselves, until some sad consequence comes along.
Yes, such a condition is hardly flattering, and in many cases, even aided by issues too, sadly,
And then there’s that curiosity — you know
Wet Paint, Don’t Touch and we do — behaving like there’s some mystery.

But there’s not, for the paint is wet, and renegade men simply messed up or wayward, and why trouble these women get.

Yes, there's no mystery
and oh, how we find it easier to do wrong rather than right, and wrong even like,
And oft aren’t content to leave things alone, or aren’t content full stop, hence that oft fatal curiosity — holed dyke,
For in time, some dam can burst via a hole we’ve created, one like those women create, who opt for renegade men,
Who really aren’t a mystery at all, but who often act mysterious, and hence that, “Here we go again.”

That being, another unhappy marriage or roughing up, and why women who seek such men are soon seen to trip,
For bad guys don’t know how to really treat a woman, and marriage wise, certainly don’t know how to steer the ship.
At the end of the day, it takes guts to do what’s better and right — yes, an inner strength, compass, willing mind and heart,
All of which is why mysteries oft aren’t so, and why renegade men are best left alone, and just not that smart.

Yes, there are renegade women too, and given like attracts like, it’s not surprising that such men they pursue,
And then there’re those women whose motherly instincts get in the way of sense, for they too, such an affair oft rue.
But you know, not just renegades have appeal, but good men too — thus, it has more to do with that so-called mystery,
And that foolish soft spot for wrong doing within us all, which can lead to our own undoing, inevitably.

By Lance Landall

6.  Nice Girl, Bad Girl

It intrigues me how so many women want to shed the nice girl image for the bad,
Having been seduced by the decadent desires of those who want women far less clad.
Desires that strip a woman of dignity, turning her into an object of lust,
And that in time, after having just used and abused her, leaves her behind in the dust.

Yes, desires that see her less respected, a means to an end — a selfish, heartless one,
For those who benefit don’t have her best interests at heart, nor care, when all’s said and done.
Yet, seldom do such women realise this, enjoying the illusion, the con, the lie,
But such fame is hollow and fleeting, and thus with age, soon mocked, failing to satisfy.

And via such shallowness, they foolishly make their own kind the subject of derision,
Providing leering men with more derogatory behind the scenes ammunition,
For using one’s body in such a way hardly shows much intellect, nor commonsense,
Given men are simply satisfying their obsession with sex at a woman’s expense.

Though women were indeed designed to be physically appreciated by men,
They weren’t meant to be objects of lust, nor degraded via someone’s camera or pen.
But rather, valued for who they are, protected, supported, duly loved and cared for,
And hence why those men in their life who see it otherwise, should quickly be shown the door.

By Lance Landall

7.  Right Way, Wrong Way

There was a time when women knew how to wrap a man around their little finger by using their femininity,
And yet still retain their dignity, unlike today, where they are far too quick to fall back on their sexuality.
And hence how they sell themselves short, for rather than using their charm, they take the easy way out, and just use their body,
And then wonder why men start expecting certain favours, view them as an object, even treat them objectionably.

To be fair, and factual, not every woman takes the easy way out, thus bowing to the crassness of the day,
But instead, appeals to the higher rather than the lower, and thereby, avoids bringing the unsavoury her way.
And as well as this, also sends a message that a man can respect and admire, unlike the other, which just demeans,
For one appeals to his masculinity, and the other, more to carnality — what’s seen in Playboy magazines.

And hence that sexy clothing, and those sexy ways, that do little to raise a man’s thoughts above his crutch, and his own desires,
And that rather than drawing him to a woman’s natural beauty and character, just ignites little lustful fires.
And that also tends to tar all women with the same brush, for one is often left thinking that it’s the majority,
Given that even grandmas are into those sexy calendar shots now, having succumbed to the sex mentality.

Yes, it seems as if the world has just discovered sex, and still in its infancy, is showing its immaturity,
And unable to control its new found desires, it’s like a child in a shop full of sweets just gorging itself silly.
And in the process, unleashing a tsunami that’s threatening the last bastions of decency and morality,
And all because, (to a large degree), women are now exchanging femininity for blatant sexuality.

By Lance Landall

8.  Why Women Get Used

Dear sexually dressed woman: With men being males, and with you being dressed like that, they’re being directed to your body.
“So? What if they are?” you cry — but don’t you see? They’re not being attracted to you, and therein lies the problem, sadly.
For you’re just creating a sexual interest, and not a personal interest, (and self-defeatingly),
Given that you are simply stirring
a man's self interest-cum-lust, and-cum-you're now an object, effectively.

And what does one do with objects? Use them, even abuse them, and more so if there’s no attachment emotionally,
Which in this case there hardly is, for men can separate the sexual from such, and do, oft very callously.
Yes, such is one difference between men and women, and why men oft indifferently take what they want and leave,
And why many women who’re looking for far more than a one night stand, [brothel emulation], are soon seen to grieve.

A man can’t truly fulfil a woman’s desires unless he loves her
in other words, gives himself to her completely,
That is, not just physically but emotionally
— we're talking marriage, he committing himself permanently.
For where women are concerned, the physical and emotional go together — plus, women want security,
And need such, for children can be one outcome, and not just she suffer, but that unintended child, tragically.

Yes, so many women get used, which they can aid via their dress, or via buying into the same male mentality,
That is, that one that seeks pleasure physically without being attached emotionally, (which leaves them feeling empty).
Yes, something that’s so easy for a man, and more so one who’s less than noble and moral, and who’s attracted by
That sexy and public state of undress that oft sees women used, for such directs a man’s compartmentalised eye.

Yes, if women knew the half of it, far more would hardly laugh at it.

By Lance Landall

You may also wish to read my article "Are Women Blameless?" which is found on my page, Time To Face Things. You may also be interested in reading the following poems: "The Problem With Sexy", "That Word Sexy", "Cover Up, Please", "Triggering", "Sexual Criminality" and "Descretion Please."

9.  Can't Have It Both Ways

One night when I happened to be observing a variety show on the TV, two young men appeared,
And there on the stage, removed their shirts, thus baring their chests — and oh, how the women present hollered and cheered.
And I couldn’t help thinking to myself, “Are women getting as bad as men, fixating on the body,”
And thereby, effectively joining those same leering crowds seen in strip joints, where the air’s lustful, blue and bawdy.

At the end of the day, women can’t have it both ways — which, to be honest, appears to be the case to me,
That is, not wanting to be sought just for their body, yet fixating on bodies themselves, ironically,
Which simply fuels that body mentality that’s found in the male domain, for it suggests very strongly
That these days, women are happy to be seen as sex objects — well, many women anyway, seemingly.

Just as parents should lead by example, so should women too, if they want to be taken seriously,
For mixed signals ensure mixed results, and more often a total disregard, and hardly surprisingly.
Either a woman desires a man who is focussed on the person, or one who’s focussed on the body,
And depending on what she wants, as to how she’ll act and dress, I guess, and who she’ll attract, invariably.

Sure she may be lucky in love, but it’s better to be sure than lucky, hence her need to act prudently,
And just like a parent, act in a way that will bring about the best result, if she wants to be happy.
For one thing’s very clear, and that is, that those women who holler and cheer, not only make their desires clear,
But worsen a certain mentality, compound the lot of women, and future hurt are likely to share.

By Lance Landall

10.  Sexploitation

It’s clear that there’s no shortage of women who’re prepared to bow to sexploitation, and who thereby just hurt their own,
Be it via adds, porn, even dress — yes, the list goes on — and then, ironically so, they over the backlash groan.
And via their bowing to such, they also undermine the efforts of other women trying to stop such misuse,
A misuse that sees more and more women on the receiving end of lewd leers and remarks, and sexual abuse.

Yes, it’s hardly any wonder that women are seen more and more in terms of objects — objects of lust, let’s be clear,
And why all those foolish women who choose to bow to such sexploitation, a certain degree of the blame must share.
For after all, they don’t have to star in those movies or those adds, and nor in that soft or hardcore pornography,
All of which reduces them to the state of cattle, despite the denials of those who benefit financially.

If only those women could see through the eyes of males — honest males, that is — who would be prepared to answer truthfully:
That via such, they’re drawn to anything but that which places women on a pedestal and treats them respectfully.
Hence why were they able to have their way — oh, how they would play — for the sexual would be the first thing on their mind,
For after all, that’s the signal that’s being sent, and picked up, and why in their mind many men press replay and rewind.

Yes, sexploitation comes in many forms, all of which just degrades women, and that mocks at men who such folly view,
And who even may join the ranks of those women bowing to such, given that many men pursue such folly too.
And hence why it’s time that we all woke up to such sexploitation, and joined in a collective shout, and quickly so,
For the greedy and cruel sexploitation of any man, woman or child, should have been brought to a halt long ago.

By Lance Landall

11.  Red Light Shame

It’s such a tragedy, and it’s hardly to the credit of men, that so many women turn to prostitution;
Some women quite happily, it appears — others pressured or forced, and others thinking that such is a solution.
Yes, there’s a number of reasons, desperation being amongst them, given the plight that some women find themselves in, but,
What a crime that some are abducted and forced into such by greedy evil men who profit via lust, vice, and smut.

But the latter aside, what a shame that many women are prepared to degrade themselves so — that being, willingly,
Allowing men to just treat them like some pleasure dispensing machine, an object to be used indifferently.
And as the money changes hands, so does their ravaged body too, and who knows what else is exchanged in the process,
As certain undesirables with minds as grubby as a trash can, lustfully hurry to some red light address.

Yes, what a shame that many women sell themselves so short, their value reduced to a few dollars, effectively,
Their body just used like some work bench, the user satisfying some warped creative urge — well, most, undoubtedly.
And all the while, making sure he gets his money’s worth, fingering and probing both disgustingly and lustfully,
Well aware that others before him have also mauled and pillaged — for that’s what she’s there for, he reasons callously.

Prostitution is nothing but a pit, one that’s jumped into and then crawled out of, both drenched in its debasing mire,
For nothing drags men and women lower; one seeking what they shouldn’t acquire, the other yielding to such desire.
And so often behind it all, all those pimps, those slave drivers, those who profit from a woman’s loss and degradation,
Oft hiding behind that self-seeking, flawed and injurious pitch that such is just a kindly accommodation.

By Lance Landall

12.  Self-inflicted Injury

In regard to the lot of women, one only has to note the likes of those beauty contests that we see,
Where women are inspected like cattle — and let’s be honest, they accepting such more due to vanity.
Yes, loving the attention, their bodies clearly the focal point, regardless of what some publicly say,
They being, those who promote such, even the women themselves, and thereby fooling themselves, at the end of the day.

And then there're those Playboy bunnies, (as they’re called), toys in the hands of men, though one man in particular, who,
Has made a fortune out of using them — yes, they too, paraded like cattle, pawns in a sexual zoo.
And once again, their bodies the focal point, over which men lustfully drool, their eyes raping silently;
In other words, they fantasizing, a woman’s best far from their mind, they inflamed, fixated sexually.

Given that men are made the way they are, what can women expect, or is it that they somehow just can’t see
That what they’re doing is counterproductive, for such doesn’t stir a man’s heart, but rather, his loins, sadly.
And there, within the confines of his fired up loins, those women become objects of self-gratification;
That is, a means to a selfish end, which at the end of the day, is the bedfellow of sexploitation.

Hence how women shoot themselves in the foot, for many seem only too happy to disrobe and their flesh bare,
Or to in various degrees reveal what’s picked up by a man’s sexual radar — hence his carnal stare.
Thus, the less a woman bares, the more a man’s focus is raised, and the better off she is, for one thing’s clear,
And that is: As long as women somehow keep on baring their bodies, the less about women men will care.

Yes, self-inflicted injury, I say.

By Lance Landall

13.  Dear Women

Many men in this world are losing their respect for you — well, many of you —
And also their desire to protect, support and cherish, be faithful and true.
Because you’re cursing, cussing, boozing, acting just as callous, loose and bawdy,
And dressing so immodestly, which shouts you’ve no pride and are just as lusty.

And decent men don’t like that, want that, but for women to be as they once were,
For it’s a man’s nobleness, (and not his lust, disgust and fear), you’re meant to stir.
The truth is, you’ve become a threat, are competing instead of complimenting,
And hey, so what if you can do what a man can, that really doesn’t prove a thing.

If you’re wishing for a knight in shining armour, best you act like a princess,
And here I’m not just talking about a change in behaviour, but how you dress.
Otherwise men will soon objectify you, their senses stirred more than their heart,
All why many men are seen to enjoy the sexual romp and then depart.

And hence why women are left standing while men are sitting on a bus or train,
No longer offering to help, hold some door open, or selfishness restrain.
But treating women like one of the boys, only being nice when wanting something,
Many women having forgotten that their difference was where it was at,

(funny that), and why back it’s best they swing.

By Lance Landall

14.  Women Held Captive

We’re hearing of more women being held captive by men and treated as sex slaves,
They no doubt the tip of an ice-berg, and many of them ending up in graves,
And this after having been kidnapped and imprisoned for years, even chained too,
And kept in some basement in a common building on some common avenue.

Why? Well, it’s really quite simple…

The sexual desires of many men have become corrupt and perverted,
Their hearts now cold and callous, even depraved, good and right having deserted.
And why might this be? Enter the dreadful destructiveness of pornography,
And then there’s snuff movies, society’s obsession with the hot-cum-sexy.

And things aren’t going to change until folk once again embrace morality,
And thus that God whose coming justice is heralded by Christianity.
And the reason why is: Because man-made laws can’t change hearts, and hence why we see
Men who’ve no conscience, many having embraced Darwin’s evolution theory...

It devoid of purpose and accountability.

And feminists haven’t helped, they irritating men more, though it must be said
That had men never harmed women, those feminists would be praising men instead.
And why men have brought such on themselves, they both using and abusing females,
Encouraging the objectifying of them, which the noble soon derails.

Sure women have bought into the hot-cum-sexy, the porn, the sleazy strip joints,
But it’s lustful and profiteering men to whom the finger more rightly points,
For they should be protecting women, not putting them at risk, as what’s on show
Not only stirs lust in general, but villains women wouldn’t want to know.

Yes, feed men a constant diet of sex, and sex it will be, thank you very much,
And enter adultery, those notches on men’s belts, or that lecherous clutch.
And why even good men fall, temptation too much for their over-fed sex-drive,
But more so that of deviant men who into cesspools of filth love to dive.

Yes, women can wear what they want, walk alone in the dark, but one thing is clear:
We’re living in a much sicker world, and there are men who’ll do far more than leer.
All why it behoves women to bear such in mind, as porn’s making men hungry,
And within many men there’s damage that has a cruel streak of audacity.

And such is reality, a man’s sex-drive powerful enough without porn,
Or that hot-cum-sexy that can play on his mind, and how ill is often born.
Yes, we like to think we’re enlightened-cum-sexually advanced, but we’re not,
For we’re just repeating history, Sodom and Gomorrah amongst the lot.

Oh, how history repeats itself when folk forget the errors of the past,
And on their ship, (it leaky and rudderless), nail their foolishness to the mast.
But this time we’re looking at an apocalyptic end, Earth out of control,
It intoxicated with every kind of evil that just destroys the soul.

All why women are being held captive, many men burning with wanton desire,
Which the likes of porn and the hot-cum-sexy has fuelled, and oh, how hot the fire.
Yes, it seemingly unquenchable, and there no hoses or water in sight,
Society having largely chosen to walk in darkness rather than light.

By Lance Landall

15.  The Problem With Sexy

Women of today should rejoice in their gender, their femininity, thus dressing affirmatively,
And that meaning, in an educated way that’s as far removed as possible from masculinity.
And without resorting to the sexy, for a woman who’s truly a woman hardly needs what’s sexy,
Given that she’s comfortable with her very gender, and not the puppet of some fashion industry.

A woman who turns to such, can even convey an inadequacy that requires some prop, as it were,
Or as I said, been duped by those who exploit the female figure for whatever reason — too bad about her.
When men see the sexy, such appeals to their loins, and not their heart, and conveys that she may well be easy,
For someone prepared to flaunt so, (he muses), might also agree to an encounter with him sexually.

Well, that’s what many men assume, for in this world that we live, what’s on display is usually for sale,
And why women who’re dressed sexy will attract the attention of a window shopping, sex desiring male.
In other words, less likely a man whose intentions are honourable-cum-geared t’wards acting selflessly,
And hence why many married men commit adultery, they attracted by some woman who’s dressed sexy.

You see, sexy is all about sex, the physical, and never one’s character or personality,
And therefore draws a man’s attention to that which shouldn’t be given first place, but oft is, obviously.
And when such is given first place, it commonly dominates a male’s thinking, that sexy image replayed,
And why when it comes to a woman’s future happiness and well-being, dressing sexy hasn’t really paid.

Yes, womanly charms usually win the day, but sexy oft sees things go astray, hence those one night stands,
They quite often producing renegade fathers, which any solo mother only too well understands.
And why women should simply rejoice in their gender, their femininity, even sensuality —
Natural womanly ways — unlike that generated sexy, which knows not the soul but just the body.

And hey, men are men, far too easily drawn to a woman’s body without a woman dressing sexy,
Which has seen men viewing women more as objects these days, and why sexy simply acts detrimentally.
Thus, it’s best that a woman refrain from dressing sexy, lest her body betray her by inviting ill,
For when a woman wears clothing that conjures up an image of a bedroom, there’s every chance that it will.

And that’s the problem with sexy, for such hardly attracts commitment-cum-permanency
And oh, how a woman loves security, such best secured by her character and personality.
Hence why I’d encourage the women of today to just focus on dressing attractively, not sexy,
For sexy is hardly concerned with a woman’s welfare — it not knowing the soul but that time bound body.

By Lance Landall


Many women are dressed in a way that they may not consider as sexy, but that actually is well, certainly to a man  hence their possible surprise. What a woman may see as relatively harmless can be very stirring to a male.
So what are we talking about here that's likely to indeed draw a man’s eyes and appeal to his loins?

Well, here’s a few things to consider:

Tops and dresses that reveal a woman’s breasts to any degree.
Tops that tightly cling to a woman’s breasts in order to emphasise every curve, and such made more inviting by the above, and including emphasised nipples.
Skirts that sit well above the knee coupled with a leggy look that’s emphasised by high heels — such skirts revealing much thigh when a woman is seated with her legs crossed.
Skirts, slacks, jeans and shorts that tightly hug both bottom and crutch.
Bare stomachs.

Am I saying that women shouldn't dress this way? What I'm saying is that women should mind.

16.  What’s With The Tattoos, Ladies?

I don’t know who or what has convinced you to get tattoos, or that they look great,
Because as someone who I’m sure speaks for many men, such are something we hate.
Please forgive my bluntness here, but the truth is, we don’t think they look nice on you,
And are a turn-off rather than a turn-on, leaving you looking black and blue;

Yes, that black eye discolouration-cum-hue that does nothing at all for you.

Part of a woman’s gorgeousness is her clean, unadulterated body,
Which in marriage was meant to be enjoyed in its natural, pristine beauty.
Thus what a let down to see that body marred by what amounts to graffiti,
A tattoo somewhat like a blob of ink on a clean page, crude and unsightly.

No matter how skilled the artistry, it does nothing for femininity,
And in the scheme of things, tattoos have more in common with masculinity.
And another truth is, that their origin is primitive and occultic,
Hence those mystical, New Age and demonic images that people oft pick.

And once etched in the skin, they’re pretty much there to stay, and thus marring beauty,
Tattoos often looking like bruises, and more so when splattered copiously.
They also doing to women what smoking, boozing and swearing does — SOIL, SPOIL

But oh, how women like to copy men these days, and why when confronted with such,

 Many of us men recoil.

And say,

What man wants to look at his wife’s body and see another man’s invasion?
That man having been privy to what he shouldn’t have been on some occasion.
Or more than once, and his handiwork oft in the most intimate of places,
Bottoms, breasts and so on, all of which simply detracts, downgrades and defaces.

You know, a tattoo reminds me of those horrid branding irons one sees,
Cattle having been tattooed with some rancher’s markings in those cowboy movies.
Such cruel, unsightly and there to stay; and some tattooist having left his mark,
It hardly a product of enlightenment, but more a return to the dark.

And thereby, the tattooed clones and victims of another money making fad,
One that given its permanence, is very sad.

Yes, many copiously tattooed arms look blackened, bruised and even dirty,

Even scary, as if that person has just walked out of a horror movie.
And weren't brandings once a sign of a prisoner, murderer, adulterer?
And thus why in my eyes a tattoo seems more like the work of a saboteur.

By Lance Landall

17.  Give Me A Woman...

Yes, one who’s every inch a woman, (not an ounce of masculinity),
One who’s free of tattoos, body piercings, Botox and silicon injury.
A woman who’s just herself, she proud of her womanhood, femininity,
And thereby not conveying failure by resorting to sexuality.


Give me a women like they used to be, no stray stealing her virginity,
Nor pawing what any self-respecting woman would keep for matrimony.
And she proud of her apron, it her symbol of liberty, not slavery,
Cooking and ironing willingly chosen, she happy to wait on hubby,
Who, as a result,
Has more time to pursue what will prove a blessing to his wife and family,
And is less likely to bolt.

Such not a relic of the past but how many women still wish it to be,
They not intimidated by bra burning feminists who act foolishly.
For absent bras don’t do women any favours, nor working boots, overalls,
And that unsightly vein bulging body building which so many men appals.

Yes, give me a women who’s different in every way, a girly girl,
Such much more appealing to my manhood, I enjoying each curve, curl and twirl.
And midst it all, she maintaining her dignity, she tidy, clean and moral,
And thereby, a fine example to her children, for in time the truth will tell.

Yes, give me a woman who’s sweet and affectionate, with an inner beauty,
She no boozer or smoker, but a home loving wife with a sense of duty.
She not aping men nor a threat to them, but an interested supporter,
Who, well aware of renegade men, would never let just anyone court her.

Well, that’s the ideal, for one may full in love with a woman who has a past,
One she regrets and why she’s headed in a new direction, one that will last.
And therefore one accepting that soiling and marring, that someway yet to go,
Many of us having chosen the wrong path from which so much ill’s seen to flow.

But it so sad that the modern woman has sold her soul, bought into the lie,
All for what amounts to thirty pieces of silver — oh why oh why oh why? —
’Cause now she’s less respected, the puppet of profiteers, an object of lust,
She tripping, partying, bedding, tattooed, siliconed, pierced, used and hardly fussed,

And why a turnaround's a must!

By Lance Landall

18.  A Woman Commander-In-Chief?

No, a woman president isn’t what I personally would like to see,
But this having more to do with femininity and masculinity.
We hardwired, I believe, men built this way and women built that way, and this why
Girls naturally go for dolls and boys for trucks, unless things have gone askew,

Helped by those social engineers who anything but their own ideas pooh-pooh.

Therefore, a woman Commander-In-Chief hardly appeals to me, quite frankly,
Men the protectors of women, more rightly suited come the military.
A gun-toting woman barking out orders not my idea of a female,
Nor one leaning over plotting tables; she no princess in my fairytale,

Nor in the real world that I desire where there’s perfume, lace, coyness and ponytails.

You may laugh, but such tales are the product of that hardwired reality,
And thus certain encroachments not doing anything for femininity.
For what knight in his shining armour would want to rescue a female knight, who,
By the way, was just as tough and bold as he; such mocking masculinity.

It’s not a case of whether a woman can do the job or not, but should she?
Such hardly shoring up men as the guardians of her and society,
Who should be. Humanity best served when such is the case, but what do we see?
Women acting like warriors, taking to man’s natural territory.

Yes, once upon a time the sexes complimented each other, but not now,
It as if women have taken to those sensitive fields of men with a plough.
And some men even aiding these women who’ve developed the same cut and thrust,
And why that regard many men once had for females has bitten the dust.

And all this why men captaining the ship sits far more comfortably with me,
Certain roles nothing to do with worth or being but what fits naturally.
And hence why women now are coming down with ills once the lot of men, but hey,
A female who bears babies ordering troops to kill just doesn't gel, I say,

Like those butch women and effeminate men, or marriage counsellors who’re Gay.

No, hen peckers, women who wear the trousers and order men about, or shoot guns,
Aren’t how I like to remember my mum, who nestled, nursed and cuddled her sons.
Florence Nightingales more appealing than those Wonder Women heroines,
Who achieve some good via dubious means — Pow! — as if such makes up for their sins.

Women don’t prove their worth by copying men, nor by the same territory,
Their worth proven elsewhere and otherwise, and it just as great, undoubtedly.
And each sex best doing what compliments rather that what competes, for this way,
Nothing intrudes, assaults, threatens, undermines, belittles, rocks or goes astray.

By Lance Landall

This poem penned August 2016.

Shhhhhh! — Attention Wives

18.  For Your Husband

A husband isn’t superior, and nor his wife inferior, thus not at his feet but by his side, though he with care may lovingly guide, and not because he’s more smart, but because her best is in his heart, and he thus seeking to protect, which every wife’s a right to expect, he always honest and transparent, (not to mention, a responsible parent), she cherished and treasured, never weighed and measured, but rather, lovingly cared for, (and as time goes by, even more), she complimented and appreciated, her wishes and desires accommodated, and he, ever ready to support, and effectively still court, thus treating, spoiling and delighting her, more oft seeking what she’d prefer, his attentiveness habitual, his affection no mere ritual, but deep, daily and meaningful, his faithfulness as perennial — such of course being the only way, from which husbands shouldn’t stray, thus ensuring that all their life, they still have the love of their wife.

By Lance Landall

19.  A Detective's Story

I’d been called to investigate a crime for which I’ve never received a dime, I doing it out of love, each hand displaying a glove, for such required sensitivity, a tenderness befitting humanity, for such crime scenes are oft pregnant with emotion and devotion.
And just as I thought, his dabs all over her heart, he having torn it apart — well, figuratively — she having bled copiously, broken promises scattered all over the scene, a wound from a heart-winged arrow far from clean, a cad and not a cupid having been, and for me, such investigations routine.
Yes, another case of breaking and entering, sadly, entry first having been obtained by prising consent, clearly, and there she lay, tear stains marring her pillow, and needless to say, he a heartless fellow, for the wound she’d suffered was deep, it robbing her of hope and sleep, and I therefore shaking my head, wondering what fatal words were said, and then he exiting with his bow, she immobilized by his blow, for who can mend a badly broken heart? — it no easily fixed upset apple cart.
Yes, she still of tender years, and he, knowing how to tickle such ears, she not expecting that sorry end, so sure that he’d never offend, but he did, like so many cads do, his attentions more selfish that true, and now he was gone, and who’d be next, I thought, for no doubt another would be sought, and she too, not as knowing as she thought, and perhaps having ignored advice, she thinking their words more harsh than nice, and why “Love is blind” they say, and such clearly seen that day, for there she lay, another notch on someone’s belt who true love never felt, and who’d spoil such anyway.
I closed the filing cabinet, it full of such cases, hence that sadness on so many faces, and yes, a number of victims being males, but either sex oft hooked on fairy tales — until reality bites, that is — and as far as happiness goes, affecting hers or his, and why there’s a need for care, a security latch here and there, and a good alarm that’s triggered by any who’ll harm.
I sighed as I went down the stairs, I wishing I could dry all those tears, and shuddering at the thought of more, those naive feet running to the door, many fearing there’ll not be a knock, or they unduly watching some clock, and rather than wait, they risking it all, when waiting oft proves the better call, and even no hand to hold at all, should one err and a life of ill befall.

By Lance Landall