Poetry With A Mission



...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

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Misunderstood?

If folk don’t understand you (sometimes), perhaps that’s their fault, not yours,
For we’re unique, complex — a marvel, in fact, (though we do have some flaws).
And we’re not here by accident — evolution’s just a theory,
A badly flawed one, that as deep as possible, we should bury.

Whether we choose to believe in God or not, we hardly evolved,
And nor in our being here, were millions of years and monkeys involved.
We’re far too intelligent, intricate, sophisticated too,
Thus, there had to be a Creator, Designer, for me, for you.

Yes, we hardly came out of nothing, and nor out of some Big Bang,
Our ancestors weren’t cavemen, nor a big hairy orangutan.
And nor were they aliens, I might add, little green men from Mars,
Whizzing around in UFOs, visiting earth, bypassing stars.

No, who would subscribe to such nonsense; unproven and ludicrous,
The first, leaving us without hope, and the latter, plain mischievous.
No, we’re not the product of fantasy, but rather, clever design,
And personally, I’m convinced that our origin is Divine.

Not chance, some Big Bang, nor evolution, produces such beauty,
Nor such complexity, or the likes of love, kindness and mercy.
No, the latter character traits don’t come via apes, Big Bangs or chance,
So, I’d ditch those false theories; they just lead folk on a merry dance.

If evolution were true, friend, what would be the point in living?
Why bother with laws, why bother about caring, helping, giving?
If at the end of our life, that was it, why should we show restraint?
And there’s the danger, posed by those theories, that a false picture paint.

No, you’ll never convince me that aliens, chance, Big Bangs or apes
Had a thing to do with our being here, or that they -- in some way -- life shapes.
We’re far too complex, unique, hence why we’re not always understood,
But if folk are trying to understand, then that’s got to be good.

Misunderstood? Aren’t we all, sometimes?

By Lance Landall




Be Everything You Are

...and in every way.

We need to be ourselves — and by that I mean — fully and truly ourselves, thus expressing ourselves freely,
Saying what we think, doing what we believe is right, and pursuing our own path — such being true liberty.
And thus not concerning ourselves with those frowns that come from others, and possibly from insecurity,
They even repressed or dysfunctional, and too oft getting in the way of others creativity.

Yes, we need to be ourselves — be that seemingly odd or eccentric — we standing up for what we believe,
Even if that means incurring someone’s displeasure, they the ones with the problem, and possibly naive.
For those who resent others’ openness, inner strength, passion and uniqueness, are lacking maturity,
And depending on the situation, they may well be exhibiting some prejudice or bigotry.

So why should we worry? — allowing them to wrongly rain on our parade, or hamper our mission, our course,
And given that they’ve no right to stand in our way, violate our conscience, or use any manner of force.
No, we shouldn't be anything but ourselves, though making improvements where such improvements would better be,
And why not? — but not in order to bend or bow to someone’s pettiness, hang-ups, or even tyranny.

And sure we err at times, but such is still no reason for folk to treat us poorly, for life is a journey,
One where we learn as we go, one that we’re meant to travel without losing our individuality.
For how can we truly be who we are if holding back, or dancing to someone else’s bossy tune,
All good reason for us to be ourselves, and in every way — yes, doing what’s best for us;  reaching for the moon.

By Lance Landall




Scared? Not Me

I’m scared of what folk might think, scared of what folk might say, I’m scared of this, I’m scared of that — well tough! —
I’ll brave things anyway; for not worrying’s where it’s at, and besides, I’ve simply had enough!
Yes, I’m tied of being a scaredy-cat, tired of being a chicken too, tired of walking tippy-toe,
And you know, I was born to be me, not you, so look out obstacles and mindsets, its go! go! go!

Yes, why should I restrain my creativity, worrying over what others think of me,
Or say, for at the end of the day, is it my life or theirs, am I a prisoner or free?
No, I’m tired of being scared of this or that, such not where life is at, so out goes that lock and key,
For I’ll not let others chain me, hand them a leash and collar, nor become a wind up monkey.

I’m scared of this, I’m scared of that — No I’m not! — well, not anymore, so goodbye anxiety,
And “Hello” come whatever suits — well, within reason, that is — as I just can’t wait to be me.
Yes, I no longer paying attention to frowns, nor bothered by how I’m viewed, for too long I’ve stewed,
Only to waste my time and creativity, and all because of letting silly things intrude.

No you don’t!

By Lance Landall


You may also like to read my poem "Monkey Business".


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