Poetry With A Mission



...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

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The Stray

One evening I was sitting down watching the news on the TV,
When a certain news item appeared that deeply affected me,
For a homeless dog was dodging the traffic on a motorway —
A motorway that was very busy — four to six lanes, I’d say.

This homeless dog was trying to rescue another dog — a mate,
Thus putting itself at grave risk of suffering from the same fate.
And with its mouth, was trying to pull the other dog to safety,
Or at least it thought so, for its mate was now a fatality.

Yes, I was deeply moved by this hairy hero — this dear canine
That was struggling with its mate, and putting its own life on the line.
Yes, an animal, one that could teach us humans a thing or two,
A homeless dog that most citizens would no doubt yell at and shoo.

And yet, one that showed such selflessness, such courage, and love and care,
Despite those juggernauts roaring past with barely inches to spare.
Yes, despite that sea of traffic that must have loomed scaringly large,
That great moving mass, that down such motorways, one sees daily charge.

Such is quite something, isn’t it? — yes, just a waif, apparently,
A stray, a drifter, unloved, unkempt, and no doubt far from healthy.
And yet, despite its misfortune, (and health wise, much earlier grave),
It generously imperilled itself in order to thus save.

Yes, not only was I deeply moved by this, but it stirred my pen,
For such are often called dumb creatures by rather ignorant men.
However, what I saw that evening, via the news on the TV,
Told a very different story, and very eloquently.

And hence why I ask...

Would those who call a creature dumb, risk their life in order to save?
Would we risk our life in order to save, or differently behave?
Would we display such selflessness, fearlessness, generosity,
Such loving concern and courage — and as unconditionally?

By Lance Landall




The Human Touch

This world’s so terribly deficient when it comes to the human touch — that is, that touch that shows that we care,
Be such a gentle grasp, stroke, rub, pat or hug, which expresses support and thought, seeks to allay someone’s fear.
Yes, there’s nothing like the human touch, for via such, so much is conveyed, and oft more than those words that we share,
Which, while needed and appreciated, never quite as eloquently display that we’re concerned and near.

And there’s something about the human touch that’s healing, for it can soothe and calm, whispering intimately,
For it kind of bonds, draws one into another’s caring thoughts and feelings, and thus can reveal an empathy.
It’s a moment that’s telling, one that displays a kind of closeness, even a certain solidarity,
Yes, a presence that is warming and reassuring, and that conveys the very best in humanity.

Though words are no less worthy than touches, they’re simply not a touch, for a touch is in a world of its own,
Something that is both felt and understood — love’s special form of expression — its silent caring wordless zone.
However, both touches and fitting words are often found together, thereby adding weight to their mission,
And never needing to be prompted, for those who display the human touch, are blessed with an intuition.

Yes, so many people are in need of the human touch, that gentle grasp, stroke or pat that can soothe or calm,
That caring expression that reaches out wherever there’s anxiety, hurt, or some element of harm.
But even where there’s none of these, the human touch can still mean so much, blessing both giver and receiver,
And hence why when it comes to love’s special form of expression — the human touch — I’m an ardent believer.

Be such a gentle grasp, stroke, rub, pat, hug…

By Lance Landall


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