Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Time passes so quickly, but unnoticed, until we’ve neared our three score years and ten,
Hence why we don’t give the thought to certain things that we should have ’till sometime ’round
Yes, it’s sad but true, an oversight that in time we rue, and too often pay for,
And all because of distractions, attractions, that the hallmarks of foolishness bore.

First lost in the folly of youth, then shackled by those misdeeds, or, far too busy,
That is, caught up on pursuits that contribute little, or nothing, arguably.
Seasons of selfishness, petty behaviour — in other words, immaturity,
Moments that later haunt, miserably taunt, things we said or did injuriously.

Yes, discontented, wanting things too quickly, things we don’t need, shouldn’t want at all,
Rushing, striving, clawing, coveting, or just plain pleasure seeking, having a ball.
Often well-fed, adequately clothed and housed, and with all our faculties in tact,
Yet, still unhappy, restless, wanting more, better — oh, how childishly we act.

Such is how we waste precious seasons, moments that could’ve been, days, weeks, months and years,
Then wonder where the time went, so unwisely spent, hence our regret, sadness and tears.
Yes, instead of living for the moment, unselfishly so, and worthily too,
We simply get sidetracked, lost in our hang-ups, caught up on issues, wrong we pursue.

Time and age have a way of sneaking up on us, hence why each day should be treasured,
And the use of our three score and ten quota carefully and thoughtfully measured.
Time seems long when we’re young — an illusion — 'cause the bulk of our years lies ahead,
But not so when we’re looking back, and then, realizing how quickly those years have fled.

Time and opportunity squandered can lead to regret, sadness, trouble, tears and pain,
And even more so, our misdeeds, which choke and chain, fall on others like acid rain.
Thus, it’s better to guard each day, mind each word, each act, and live with our head held high,
Lest midst our declining years we encounter our worst fears, inwardly sigh or cry.

Yes, time passes so quickly, but unnoticed, ’till we’ve neared our three score years and ten,
And then, we rejoice looking back, or hang our head, the fodder of gossip and pen.
Yes, it’s sad but true, that more often we rue, misspent moments, days, weeks, months and years,
And instead of happy memories, are left with heartache and painful souvenirs.

By Lance Landall

2.  Didn't Solomon Say This?

You finally learn a thing or two, try your best to change, are sorry, sincere,
But by then your health’s packing up and the cost of living’s going up, oh dear.
And you more anxious, skint and even irritable than ever, and thinking,
“I just cannot seem to win,” and hope and happiness invariably shrinking.

Yes, mistakes oft costly, life no respecter of misfortune or injury,
Be the latter one physical or emotional, someone else’s cruelty.
And your head saying, “Didn’t Solomon say this?”, and you’re dead right, ’cause he did,
And this so many learning not long before someone closes and nails the lid.

By Lance Landall

3.  Odd As It Seems, Most Don't Think

Yes, odd as it seems, most don’t think — well, as deep, broad and much as they should do, nor outside the box,
Many not wanting to entertain whatever their desire, tradition or flawed thinking rocks.
Or, they letting others do the thinking for them, such being another perilous path some take,
For when we neglect to do our own study and research, we can make a very big mistake.

Sometimes we need to dwell on that which we don’t care for, and this, in order to far better see,
We trying to put ourselves in someone else’s shoes, and more so, those who act differently.
For those who don’t, nor try to come to grips with another’s way, more often misjudge and condemn;
They also not appreciating that but for the grace of God there goes a loved one or them.

Some folk seem to live in a vacuum, “Oh, I’d never have thought that,” they say, and that’s the trouble,
For it may have served them well despite the unpleasantness or bursting of some cherished bubble.
Yes, “No pain no gain,” is often said, and such is true, for it’s best we accept reality,
And give more thought to what we often avoid, lest in our ignorance, we somehow act wrongly.

Yes, odd as it seems, most don’t think, their minds and thoughts shallow, deeper issues not understood, and
Therefore why the complexity-cum-whys and wherefores of other lives they little understand.
For such requires much thought and effort, a thinking that's outside the box-cum-imagination,
We thus putting ourselves in someone else’s place; even improving on our education.

By Lance Landall

The following poem contains a small degree of Christian content necessary for the purpose.

4.  Apparently,

I don’t know what I’m talking about, and God and Heaven imaginary,
We having come out of nothing but a bang that produced a breeding monkey.
So might as well eat, drink and be merry, and who came up with morality,
That outdated behaviour that’s tied in with thought and responsibility?

Yes, who needs Christianity with its talk of love, truth and eternity?
Hope just a crutch for those who can’t stand vice and that dog-eat-dog brutality.
They simply incompetent at decadence, aren’t au fait with debauchery,
And to be honest, are simply irritating the rest of society.


I don’t know what I’m talking about, and marriage and faithfulness plain silly,
Those one night stands and shacking up together working more conveniently.
Hence using-cum-bedding in order to find the right one making far more sense,
And as for sexual diseases, just fling them over someone else’s fence.

Yes, men will be men, so give them a break as they have come by it honestly,
They staking their claim right from the word go going by Darwin’s hairy theory.
And women shouldn’t worry too, but rather, emulate whatever men do,
Thus boozing themselves silly, shouting “Get it off!”, swearing just as foully too,

And then there’s pornography.


I don’t know what I’m talking about, and the genders an illusion, really,
Same-sex sexual acts quite normal and who am I to say differently?
Hence a penis and vagina immaterial, no his or her body,
And nursing breasts not reality,
But such things simply mind over matter, so welcome bi-sexuality.


Why should women stay at home to raise kids who’re hardly that important, surely,
Working being much more satisfying given that one can earn heaps of money.
After all, we only live once, don’t we? All why self is clearly a priority,
And confusion nothing to get hung up on, nor nonsense like integrity;

Drat those who think differently.

Yes, apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about and have got things wrong,
And those who’ve been throwing out values, standards and principles right all along.
So who’s in need of boundaries and demarcation lines if anything goes,
And given that the wisdom of these modern libertarians clearly shows?

Yea right.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.
Penned in December 2011 but upgraded and brought up to date on 19 September 2021.

5.  2012, They Said

There have always been those who have attached significance to some date, be that correctly or incorrectly,
And yes, 2012 was one such date, and why two very important things I sought to clarify:
The Mayan Long Count calendar is not a prophetic calendar, and as far as things go biblically,
The Bible states that no one knows the date of Christ’s return-cum-the date of Earth’s fate apocalyptically.

If the latter two had occured in 2012, such would've simply been a lucky guess, quite clearly,
Though if the error filled date setting of the past is anything to go by, such was rather unlikely.
Yes, certain things might've occurred in 2012, 'cause going by the Bible, and its accuracy,
The likes of calamities, pestilence, famines, wars, violence and lawlessness will occur more frequently,

And it even says a tyrannical religious-political power will soon control humanity.

Hence why one could argue,

That it’s surely better to live rightly and find that there isn’t a God, and that the Bible is incorrect,
Than to live wrongfully (out of sync with God’s will), and find that there is a God, and that the Bible is correct.
And at the end of the day, hope counts for a lot, and those principles and beliefs found in Christianity,
'Cause the flip side is, why bother doing what's right, 'cause what’s the point if we've a dog eat dog society,

And there goes accountability.

Well, regardless of what lies ahead, joy and peace is found in doing good to others, and keeping our conscience clear,
And though we will not be free of troubles and suffering, much of such, via the right attitude, we’ll elsewhere steer.
And when all is said and done, what will be will be — and hey, when has anybody benefited from worry?
So meantime, let us lovingly do whatever we can to improve and ease the sad lot of humanity.

By Lance Landall

This poem contains a degree of Christian content necessary for the purpose.

6.  Are You Balanced?

Scales are balanced for a very good reason, and so should people be too,
For how else can we weigh things properly, figure out what’s false, better or true?
And why when folk swing to the left or right they compromise their ability,
And more so the further they swing; and hence those greater injuries that we see,

And not surprisingly.

And yes, such is seen within the Christian Church too, come that same left or right swing,
Ultra-conservatives and liberals battling, which good or ill’s seen to bring.
For on the one hand there’s talk of pre-advent perfection, and on the other hand
There’s all those excuses for continued sin, which a gracious God never planned.

Yes, Christ saw it all in His day, hardline Pharisees and reckless Sadducees,
The former going by the Book (or so they thought), and the latter as they please.
And it’s just the same today:
Hardliners on the right holding sway, or those on the left who equally dismay,
For neither are truly balanced; bias, self or error getting in the way.

So come elections, say,

Always look for balance and heart (integrity rather elusive, sadly),
And on your journey through life, maintain your own balance and heart, and constantly.
For any swing to the left or right (though there’s really only wrong, right or best),
May simply hamper or thwart your growth, stain your heart and rob you of peace and rest.

By Lance Landall

7.  Worth Bearing In Mind

The three crucial keys to good governance are: Integrity, balance and heart;
No deception, no foolish left or right swing, and no horse without its cart;
The heart connected to the head, the head connected to the heart, as should be,
That all may be well, sound and fair; and that their worthiness to rule, we may see.

And so, we not voting for our own ends, but the good of all, society,
Every government and each MP thinking in terms of humanity.
The past a lesson book, foresight and wisdom good friends, the future in our hands,
Which only the responsible voter and trustworthy MP understands.

By Lance Landall

8.  Why Governments Oft Poorly Govern

“Why are people cynical of politicians?” Fay asked her father, “Some folk disliking them intensely.”
Her father put down the book he’d been perusing, he taking his daughter’s question very seriously.
“Well, Fay, there are certain positions that quickly show the true nature of someone, where they stand morally-
Cum-how ethically or not they behave, whether they keep to their word, are transparent and trustworthy,

And here, of course, we’re talking politicians,

Of whom so many have let us down, if not in some big way, in lots of other ways, irresponsibly,
Oft disregarding the fact that they’re there on behalf of us, they pursuing their own ideology.
In other words, their own agenda, they oft feathering their own nest despite their perks and high salary,
And midst such, pointing the finger, behaving harshly towards the vulnerable within society.

Yes, on the one hand selling the country’s assets — treason, some say — and adopting slash and burn policies,
Or simply changing things too fast, their head not connected to their heart, they seemingly doing as they please.
And on the other hand, there’s a pandering to this group or that group, an imprudent liberality,
The hearts of these politicians not connected to their head, hence the entrance of many foolish things we see.

Most politicians run to the beat of a left or right drum, rather than they wisely acting neutrally,
Hence that seesawing when power changes hands, and all because of that tired old left and right mentality.
And adding to all this is the fudging, stalling, the dodging of questions, the withholding of information,
The playing with stats and figures, the what suits compromises, the bending and twisting of information.”

“Are you talking about skulduggery, Dad?” Fay interjected, “And certain behind the scenes activity?”
“Well, politicians are just as capable of such as anyone else,” her father replied cautiously,
"And we’re living in treacherous and changing times,” he added, “Hence all those conspiracy theories out there,
They often referring to secret goings-on, behind the scene players-cum-interference, which may steer,

And all such even messing up the plans of a good politician or party.

But such is another subject in itself (though certainly connected), and possibly better skipped here,
Lest you somehow lose sight of the general run of things that we’re discussing here, and thereby, elsewhere veer.
Perhaps we could discuss such another time, though I’d encourage you to research such very thoroughly,
For all should be well informed lest they err, or be taken in by something or someone, most perilously.

The truth is, that wealthy politicians are far more likely to be out of touch with the man in the street,
And then there are those who’re just seeking the baubles of power, they quite clearly undeserving of their seat.
And both of them thus no doubt lacking in understanding, empathy and required sensitivity,
They being driven by dollars, ambition and personal desire, rather than a love for humanity.

Thus it’s often a case of having to pick the best of the evils, both party and politician wise —
If you understand what I mean here, 'cause their shortcomings, untruths and shenanigans, neither advertise.
At the end of the day, a government is only as good as its politicians, those that we elect,
And getting back to where we came in, such is why few politicians (or their parties), have earned our respect.

Thus, as it is with soldiers and policemen, a politician’s only as good as his or her heart and mind-
Cum-his or her standards, values, principles, and love for their country, which of such, far too little we find.
Hence why we shouldn’t get caught up on looks, for those who look the part, often have an unsound mind or heart,
Or are charlatans in disguise, as it were, who a self-serving, corrupt and injurious path soon chart.”

“I guess that’s why some folk don’t vote,” Fay volunteered. “I’m sure it is,” her father agreed, “But utter folly,
For such can even worsen things, is most immature, and shows a complete lack of responsibility.
Such folk clearly don’t value the privilege of such, or not like they should, taking for granted liberty-
Cum-their freedom-cum-democracy, and why it pays for all to be knowledgeable politically,

And given the above, why governments oft poorly govern."

By Lance Landall

"There is nothing government can give you that it hasn't taken from you in the first place."
Winston Churchill

9.  Left, Right, Left, Right

Any swing that swerves to the left, and any swing that swerves to the right,
Is a swing that’s become unbalanced, for from the centre it took flight.
Danger always lies in the extremes, and on the flawed track to either,
Hence why those whose thinking is very sound, very wisely choose neither.

All throughout this planet's history, that pendulum has been swinging,
Either to the left or right, and all because to either, folk keep clinging.
And hence why it's time that this old pendulum stopped swinging, either way,
Though such isn't likely to happen whilst people keep making it sway.

Yes, after things have swung to the left, it’s soon back to the right they go,
And then back to the left again, when things on the right have lost their glow.
Then after things have swung to the left, it’s soon back to the right they go,
And then back to the left again, when things on the right have lost their glow.

Hence why wise politicians, and those sensible citizens who vote,
This tired old political carousel very observantly note.
And hence why wise politicians, and those sensible people who vote,
Only a truly balanced position seek and endorse, or promote.

Yes, all those excesses on the left, and all those extremes on the right,
When it comes to the political arena, simply our lives blight.
It seems that some haven’t learnt from history, that swinging either way
Is the reason why so many things inevitably go astray.

Some things that are on the left are good, and some things on the right are good,
Therefore, taking what is good from both is sensible, and such we should.
For that is how we get a balance, a balance that will serve us well,
Unlike those unsound left and right swings, that repeatedly just bring ill.

Hence why the wise person (just like a tightrope walker), treads with great care,
Lest due to moving to the left or the right, they soon off track career.
And so too, the wise politician, lest history they soon repeat,
Due to not watching how they tread; which good governance will just defeat.

By Lance Landall

10.  Politicians

Those who govern our country should behave responsibly,
For they affect the lives of millions legislatively.
They shouldn’t lurch to the left, nor should they lurch to the right,
But rather, always seek a balance, lest ill they invite.

They should govern openly via acting transparently,
Upholding and championing freedom and liberty.
They should lead by example, behaving honourably,
And they should wed compassion to finance and policy.

Yes, governments should have a heart, one that’s generous but wise,
For where there’s no heart, unfairness and suffering arise.
Such can lead to dismay, distress, even anger, then unrest,
Hence why in each politician’s heart love should have a nest.

When it’s their debating time, they should show maturity,
Not shouting at opponents, but acting respectfully.
And when it comes to speaking, no other voice should be heard,
For each has a right to speak and have all hear every word.

It’s no light matter, and no small thing, running a country,
But something to be treated with the utmost gravity.
It requires those who’re principled, gracious, honest and true,
Those who can’t be bought or sold — and just what’s right, choose to do.

Good politicians act impartially, they’re there for all,
And for the baubles of power, and self delusion, don’t fall.
They run to none, cater for all, know that they’re there to serve,
And all that’s in the best interest of their country preserve.

Yes, they work with, rather than against, build bridges and not walls,
Whether in power or opposition, front benches, back stalls.
They shun cronyism — and for the greater good, put self last,
And are the ones remembered with fondness when their time’s past.

By Lance Landall

11.  We Salute You

In our hour of need (whatever it be), we remember those who treat us well.
Though here my thoughts particularly turn to those who work in a hospital.
The surgeons, the doctors, the nurses and staff in general who show they care,
Both in manner and application, and do their best to quieten any fear.

Hospitals can seem a scary place, ones life in the hands of others, and so,
Those who enter looking for reassurance, particularly if they’re low.
Hence the way they’re treated meaning everything to them, and their family,
Who so appreciate those kindly words and acts that express sincerity.

And therefore, praise and gratitude forthcoming, and my own acknowledgment here,
Having appreciated how I was treated, which made things easier to bear.
And I knowing that such kindness isn’t always acknowledged like it should be,
Though far more precious than gold, and such restoring ones faith in humanity.

So thanks to all of you—we salute you—so dependant on your help and care,
Aware that you’re often under pressure, and some unpleasant tasks have to bear.
I guess it’s all in a days work for you, those shifts that tire, but hey, in our mind,
It remains forever etched; so may this encourage come stress or daily grind,

And why as well,
yours sincerely,
Lance Landall,
this poem’s signed.

12.  Thank You!

It’s about time cleaners were really appreciated,
And high time that the role of cleaner was elevated.
It’s time cleaners were also financially compensated,
For the importance of their role can’t be overstated.

Without the cleaner, or the waste remover, where would we be?
For the roles of both are critical, a necessity.
Though they’re roles that few desire, both protect society,
Helping to prevent ill health, death, widespread calamity.

Cleaning’s not a pleasant task, nor waste removal either,
Hence why it is that most people will choose to do neither.
However, when neither are done, folk are quick to complain,
'Cause they don’t like the results, that pile, that mess, smell or stain.

Both are tasks someone must do, though unpleasant they may be,
And tasks that in our own sphere we do individually.
But those who go beyond such for the sake of others too,
Deserve an elevation, and wage that hollers, “Thank you!”

By Lance Landall

The following poem contains Christian references.

13.  Beware The Eckhart Tolles

(Re Eckhart Tolle — Author of A New Earth)

Yes, beware of the likes of the Eckhart Tolles who are popping up everywhere today, unsurprisingly,
For we’re living in a time where anything goes, where anything’s embraced, folk having lost their way, sadly.
A time when many are confused and are running after this and that, their feet no longer firm on the ground,
And hence why opportunists (many in the form of New Age gurus-cum-spiritual teachers) abound.

Yes, it’s all been seen before, and therefore, is hardly due the title New Age, for it’s ages old, actually,
And such deluded or deliberate charlatans having long been proven to be just that, and rightly.
In other words, yogis, swamis, mystics, psychics — call them what you will — who’re raking in heaps of money,
And all because so many are caught up in the so-called “New spirituality,” Eckhart Tolle folly.

Now, I’m not knocking the man, but just his version of New Age mumbo-jumbo that’s doing the rounds today,
Such being the outcome of an unhappy childhood, his seeking some mystical healing — oh, how people stray,
'Cause there’s no such thing, but rather, a learning to live with our injuries, a refocusing of our thoughts,
And not an emptying of the mind, for thoughts are meant to constantly come and go, which medical science supports.

In fact, once we empty our mind of thoughts, we expose our mind to hypnotic influences we can’t control,
Such meaning: Any outside force could fill that vacuum with what it wants to say, thus misleading some poor soul.
But regardless of such a grave danger, we hardly need the added confusion of New Age mysticism;
Its sources being one’s imagination, the occult, Eastern religions and primitive paganism.

And yes, some Christianity thrown in as well, a right old potpourri, or, Christianity-cum-such,
As many Christians have mixed such with their Christian beliefs and practices, though their Bible conveys, “Don’t touch!”
'Cause this New spirituality-cum-New Age concoction is far from sound, a fusion of confusions,
A subtle and not so subtle blend of truth and error spread by the Eckhart Tolles nursing their delusions.

Yes, we live in a world where the enlightened aren’t so enlightened, a world where foxes guard the hens, where
Soldiers shame their flag, where Christians shame their Lord, where leaders lie, fudge, plot, fiddle, fornicate and wrongly steer,
Where men hide behind religion, where some seek to rule the world, where the truthful are oft tagged as liars, where
Liars are oft saying they’re not so, and where fiction, fantasy, falsehood and heresy are held more dear.

Yes, we live in a time when Christians have exchanged their trust in God for trust in man (turning to arms as well),
A time in which morals have been traded for lust, discipline for appetite, and some say, Heaven for hell.
Yes, a time in which principles have been exchanged for opportunities, standards for convenience, and,
Where billions are spent on sheer indulgence while others live in abject poverty, and die, though close at hand.

Thus it’s no surprise that people are confused, and are chasing this and that (answers being right under their nose),
'Cause when sense, wisdom, fact and truth are exchanged for fiction, fantasy, error and nonsense, that’s how it goes.
We’re meant to live with the realities of life, and to work within them, and not go chasing the mystical,
And nor go exchanging the tried and true for some New Age gobble-de-gook-cum-flawed and experimental.

By Lance Landall

14.  Computer Rudeness

Regarding emails sent, there are those who don’t take the time and thought to reply,
Those who take far too long, or who skip questions you’ve asked — one left wondering why.
There seemingly no internet etiquette, good manners being left behind,
And that it oft comes from those who should know better, is disappointing to find.

Yes, it’s just so easy for many to operate like this, and rather rude,
Folk like me not impressed with what appears to be a very poor attitude.
Modern technology magnifying or revealing such character flaws,
And hence why over this state of affairs that can also annoy, one should pause.

People are getting away with too much these days when they should be pulled up, but
Little likelihood when the mouths of those who’re affected by such remain shut.
Best we say what’s annoyed us, or disappointed us, so that change might occur,
Or that an apology might be forthcoming from those who ignorantly err.

By Lance Landall

15.  Spammers

It’s said that small things amuse small minds, and some folk just can’t help themselves, clearly,
They unable to get past their childishness, alias immaturity.
And so it is with spammers, and the easily upset who retaliate,
Because they can’t handle others’ opinions, and aren’t into healthy debate.

Or maybe they’ve too much time on their hands, boredom prone to mischief, like spam, say,
The product of folk who have chosen a petty path, unintelligent way.
But what goes around comes around, so all they’re doing is inviting trouble,
Which life returns to fools and aggravators, who thereby, burst their own bubble.

By Lance Landall