Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Undisciplined Desire

Have you ever — prior to Christmas day — visited the Christmas tree,
And paused at your presents, opening them up just enough to see?
If you have, I’m sure you’ll admit that when Christmas day came along,
Things just didn’t seem quite the same, and your feelings weren’t quite as strong.

Well, so it is with marriage, when prior to marriage, with sex we play,
For when marriage comes along, it’s an anti-climax, as they say.
It’s like something is missing, but what? Things just don’t quite seem to swing,
Which is hardly surprising given that sex came before the ring.

Yes, there’s nothing quite like unlocking what’s exciting to explore,
But those things that we have to wait for we appreciate far more.
For whenever a door is opened — that is, prematurely,
We inevitably find that we have spoilt what could better be.

Marriage isn’t temporary — no, it’s a permanent affair,
One that's meant to last a lifetime, and hence that need to take great care.
For how we enter into marriage will determine its success,
But rather than remain here, if I may, I would like to digress.

Imagine that you have made love with someone who's now not with you,
And here we’re talking a one night stand, a fling, perhaps a few.
And let’s say that you’re married now, and that you spot them in the street;
Tell me, how would you feel, and would you avoid them, or stop and greet?

One thing that I’m trying to say here, is, would you feel a sense of guilt,
That is, given that your marriage on fidelity wasn’t built?
After all, you made love to others, and now, it’s somewhat too late,
For you’re hardly the faithful type, as, for marriage you didn’t wait.

Thus, your marriage isn’t special, for you’ve been intimate before,
Yes, it’s just another union, another port, another shore.
You see, you’ve hurt your spouse already, for with others you have shared
What was only meant for just one, and thereby, a flaw have declared.

So when you are making love now, do you those past lovers compare
With the one that you’re married to; or perhaps some flashbacks appear?
Do you thereby feel dissatisfied? Was a past lover more skilled?
Oh, if only you hadn’t known. Has your delight been somewhat killed?

Doors opened prematurely, or opened when they shouldn’t be,
Can eventually lead to so much heartache and misery.
And at best, they can simply spoil what so much better would have been,
If we had simply waited, and not let foolishness intervene.

No, intimacy outside of marriage was never meant to be,
For it’s designed for a lifetime bond that protects the family.
Therefore, when it’s used outside its realm, it is nothing more than lust,
In other words, just plain selfishness, on which one can not build trust.

Hence why your body’s intimate realm should be kept just for marriage,
And why you shouldn't flaunt it, share it, but keep it in its garage.
And when marriage comes along, to your spouse you can then such reveal,
And via such, a special bond is formed — a unique, intimate seal.

This way there are no skeletons, no tales, and there's no loss or guilt,
Which means you’ll have a relationship that on solid ground is built.
And that you will both share together what nobody else has shared,
Yes, something that's private and special, something that can’t be compared.

By Lance Landall

Shopping Around

“Yes, we did make love, but even so, she’s just not my cup of tea,
So, I’m dating someone else now who’s as active sexually.
Such is a common thing these days, and hence no longer a big deal,
Therefore, it’s time you loosened up, mate, and enhanced your sex appeal.”

“Everybody is doing it now, and women as much as men;
And you only need to ask them, and if they say, “No,” — try again.
And if they’re willing — then go for gold — and enjoy it while you can,
So come on, mate, for you only live once — show her who’s a real man.”

And so it goes, people jumping from bed to bed, so shamelessly,
Yes, it’s try before you buy — like consumer goods, actually.
If someone's not to their liking — long term, that is — it’s soon good-bye,
And off to another — who just gets soiled too — when that one they try.

Instead of using things, they’re using people — and selfishly so,
As from one person to another person they merrily go.
Yes, with no thought for tomorrow, and nor that person’s future spouse,
They’re simply jumping from bed to bed, some hotel, motel or house.

Such is a form of prostitution — even betrayal, one could say,
Which is going from bad to worse — as now, most just live for the day.
You see, love can wait to give, but lust and self cannot wait to get,
And hence how paths paved with tragedy, (via such folly), are soon set.

Therefore, waiting for the right person before you share your body,
Shows far more thought for others, and also, far more maturity.
For sex was never meant to be mechanical or temporary,
But rather — a loving act — and with only one, permanently.

Yes, funny, isn’t it? — how some like to play with goods on display,
And then say, “Could I have one that hasn't been used?” — before they pay.
Personally, I wouldn’t shop around, unless window shopping,
And when I had found the right one, it’s then that I would be stopping.

By Lance Landall