Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Real Love

Real love knows no other way than to tell the truth, and to tell it straight,
Real love knows that there's a time to speak, and that there is a time to wait,
Real love knows that there's a way — though for some, any way is still too strong,
And hence why they continue to willingly and foolishly act wrong.

Yes, so many folk aren’t thinking, and quite frankly, some don’t seem to care,
Or it simply just doesn’t suit them to ponder on those things they hear.
They might feel forced to change their ways, set aside self, their desires and plans,
Or, figuratively speaking, admit that they have blood on their hands.

Yes, truth has never been popular, nor those folk who dare to speak it;
For it’s only flattery — things folk like to hear — that have been a hit.
No, many can’t take, and do not want, those things that they should take on board,
Which is why their thinking and their behaviour remains narrow and flawed.

We all need to be challenged. Why? Because we’ve all got it wrong somewhere,
And hence why everybody should listen to what others have to share.
Only foolish people ignore any wisdom that they should accept,
And sometime, somewhere, will be forced to realize, that out to sea they've been swept.

Real love can’t stand idly by, for it cares too much, and knows otherwise,
Real love knows that it has a duty to caution, direct and advise,
Real love knows that there’ll be consequences, for truth is often despised,
And the messenger — often penalized, stigmatized, and ostracized.

But deliver the truth, real love must, for real love knows no other way,
Therefore, despite any impending threats, truth it will always convey.
Yes, real love has a solid backbone, one that is solider than steel,
Hence why it puts its hand up, stands alone, bows to no one — for it’s real.

Sadly though, such a love is rare, and it has fallen victim to fear,
Or it has fallen victim to self — hence why few are prepared to dare.
And hence why many folk aren’t told those things that they badly need to hear,
And hence why there’s more resistance to truth, and that witness that some bare.

By Lance Landall

No One's Infallible

Even those who call others to a higher moral standard can fall themselves, for no one’s infallible,
But though they may fall, thus badly weakening their stand, and also opening themselves up for ridicule,
They’re still bound by duty, (and perhaps more so, given their own fall), to keep preaching that same noble gospel,
For our mistakes hardly cancel out our conveying wisdom, as not conveying such, can see others suffer ill.

And hence why parents, (for example), despite their past mistakes, should still advise their children accordingly,
Thus giving their children the benefit of their sad experience, acting thoughtfully and lovingly.
For what mum and dad who suffered via their mistakes, wouldn’t warn and seek to steer their child away from such ill?
And woe betide the child who’d say, “You can’t talk!” — for chances are, they’d soon have a sad tale of their own to tell.

If we only took notice of those who were perfect examples, who, let me repeat, aren’t infallible,
We would hardly take notice of anyone at all, and what would we do if those folk somehow, somewhere fell?
At the end of the day, we must look at the merits of what folk are saying, bearing in mind we could fall,
And what if others then didn’t want to listen to sound advice from us — wouldn’t we “foolish” those folk call?

While all who call others to a higher standard should maintain such, life has a way of tripping even the best,
Who, while only having themselves to blame, should still continue to look to another’s best interest.
And if we’re sensible — mature, in other words — we'll continue to listen to what such folk have to say,
For if there’s merit in what they’re preaching, and we ignore such, then we too, will no doubt others soon dismay.

By Lance Landall