Somewhere To Begin

 

Introduction

Here, and under the section Somewhere To Begin, you might find that I've put various things from time to time.
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 "Memories are always better when they're preceded by wise choices and selfless acts."
The poet, author







Somewhere To Begin


When it comes to those who daily cross our path, and those we work or mix with, we should always keep the following in mind lest we add to the load they’re bearing (or should the tables be turned):

They may have recently lost a loved one.
May be dealing with marital betrayal.
May be going through a painful separation, divorce, or custody battle.
May be caught in a frustrating, lonely, loveless marriage.
May be dealing with abuse, intimidation, indifference, insensitivity or bigotry.
May be having to come to grips with a terminal illness.
May be suffering from a distressing heath issue (perhaps too personal to mention).
May be struggling with depression and anxiety (and again, issues too personal to mention).
May be reeling from a job loss or shattered dream.
May be struggling to make ends meet.
May be quietly contemplating suicide.
May be fighting low self esteem, and midst it all, even appearing confident, giving the impression they’re doing fine, putting on a brave face, laughing on the outside when they're crying on the inside — in other words, when they’re actually in desperate need of tender loving care, a shoulder, an ear, support, friendship, and particular or unique answers, answers that may never come.
Yes, there are times when we could lessen someone's load, but for some reason, perhaps inexcusable, we don’t.






POEMS






1.  When Just Enough Must Do


Not everyone will tell you everything, some things being too personal to share,
So mind those questions, show a little understanding, and long with others bear.
For life is oft about easing, not solving, nor learning all there is to know,
Another’s woe sufficient reason for kindness, that “Yes” rather than that “No.”

Best we err on the side of believing, some things not easily understood,
And why there’s often only so much said — though much more, folk wishing that they could.
All why some answers may seem muddled, further probing aiding and abetting,
And hence why that help that so many sufferers need, they’re not fully getting.

By Lance Landall






2.  A Precious Thing


Too many of us pluck the petals off a rose, hurt and damage those we love,
We seemingly descending like a sharp clawed eagle rather than a cooing dove.
And thus the ground full of petals, even trampled underfoot, squashed, crushed and scuffed,
Flowers that we should’ve gently breathed upon, but over which we huffed and puffed.

Yes, it’s sad but true, blooms shortened by hands far too callous for a pretty rose,
One meant to be savoured, its beauty beheld, its sweet scent delighting the nose.
And when chosen from the garden, it placed in a vase, nurtured until its end,
'Cause every rose is a precious thing, something we should thoughtfully mind and tend.

By Lance Landall






3.  Sorry Is The Saddest Of Words


Yes, sorry is the saddest of words, wrong having preceded it, or some pain,
And hence that need of it, some picture having been blighted by some thoughtless stain.
And why no matter how sincere that “Sorry,” it can’t erase what has been done,
'Cause surly clouds or acid rain have appeared where there was once blue skies and sun.

All why sorry is the saddest of words, and it oft said too casually,
Given that behind its utterance there’s always another casualty.
Someone who’s been hurt, wronged, betrayed, neglected or slandered, unfortunately,
When such could’ve been avoided, and thus there no need for that frequent, “Sorry.”

By Lance Landall





4.  Words Are Only Words


I would rather be shown love than just told all about it,
Because an example is of far greater benefit.
And at the end of the day, words are just words, nothing more,
Until, that is, love in person comes walking through the door.

And what colour's love, I wonder? Could it be wounded red,
Terribly blue, even green, or naively pink instead?
Or is it not coloured at all, just our feelings, maybe,
Because shouldn't love be neutral, transparent and stain free?

By Lance Landall




5.  Don't Be A Joy Thief


Though we’re living in a world that’s coming to pieces, there’s too much doom and gloom,
And by that I mean, all that’s negative is being given far too much room.
Though needing to face things, we shouldn’t dwell on ills more than is necessary,
Otherwise we’ll rob ourselves and others of any happiness that could be.

Things can be upsetting enough without upsetting ourselves or others more,
And given that life must go on, and that negativity we weren’t born for.
But rather (and more so given the state of things), we dwelling on the brighter,
So that midst any woes or burdens, our lot and that of others might be lighter.

By Lance Landall




6.  Good Is Good!


No one’s perfect, without fault, free of getting something wrong, so err we do and will,
And hence why we should be accepting of all, thus only ignoring wrong or ill.
In other words, it’s not the person we shun, nor everything they’ve said, penned or done,
Because everyone has their good side from which good flows spreading blue skies and sun.

Therefore, utilize that good, don’t worry who it’s from, because that would be a shame,
We often placing too much emphasis on someone’s associations or name.
Good is good! So take it, use it, share it, not getting hung up over trifles,
That silly bias or prejudice thing, that rather than cheques, just produces bills.

By Lance Landall




7.  I Would Much Rather Err...


Oh yes, I would much rather err on the side of being too soft,
On the side of going easy, midst holding justice aloft.
That’s right, I would much rather err on the side of showing love,
Even where love’s not deserved, taking the higher ground above.

But who could err showing love, kindness, compassion and mercy,
Or err by granting forgiveness, befriending an enemy?
Yes, who could ever err, blunder, by taking the higher ground,
Rolling with the punches, holding back, turning evil around?

Yes, friend, I would much rather err on the side of holding back,
Rather than another person unduly hurt or attack.
Yes, I’d rather not push my point, even win the victory,
If it turned them against me when it wasn’t necessary.

It takes a man to walk away, to die to self, save the day,
It takes a man to hide his pride, let another have their way.
It takes a man to bite his tongue, shoulder insults, turn the cheek,
It takes a man, a man who’s strong, never a man who is weak.

Oh, yes, I would much rather err than be holier than thou,
A Pharisee, a legalist, petty tyrant — and how!
'Cause to be so heavenly minded that I was no earthly good,
Would only be to my shame — so please let me err where I should.

Yes, let me cut others slack, and go easy on those who err,
Given that I err too, even knowingly, and costs incur.
Though there’s a time and place when one should speak up, and stand their ground,
I won't ram my point home, crack a whip, jostle, shove, shout or hound.

No, I would much rather err on the side of being too soft,
On the side of going easy, midst holding justice aloft.
Oh yes, I would much rather err on the side of love and grace,
'Cause who could err in doing so? Unless, wisdom they misplace.

By Lance Landall





8.  Memories Are Made Of This


Mum at home, the smell of baking, ironed washing, and “Honey” prettied up and clean,
Cherished children home from school, and a happy hubby soon appearing on the scene.
A white picket fence, a pretty garden, homemade curtains and a wide open door,
And “Honey” waiting there with a hug and kiss, a favourite meal, and more in store…

Ahhhhhhhh.

Yes, memories are made of this, home sweet home, Mummy always there to call upon,
And “Honey” there to snuggle up on the sofa with when finished with her apron.
Delightful music, shelves full of books, pencils and paper, a seldom-watched TV,
And there is seen a very blessed, wholesome, close and any century family.
 
By Lance Landall





9.  A Wholesome Recipe


Take a man and woman and join them together in Holy matrimony,
Add a child or two or three or four until you have a bonny family.
Fill that home with love, hugs and happiness, protect it with rules and boundaries,
And in its backyard place a garden, a lawn, swing, kennel and beckoning trees.

Yes, take a man and woman, both of them committed, determined and selfless,
And add a mum and dad fusion, an element that will rightly guide and bless.
Fill that home with fun, love for others too, noble plans and a sense of duty,
And you’ll have a picture in a frame that’s full of hope, promise, joy and beauty.

By Lance Landall




10.  "I'm So Sorry"


As much as we like to hear it, as much we don’t — yes, those words, “I’m so sorry,”
Our dislike of them being because of their need, occurring too frequently
(If you get what I mean) — oh, that too oft repeated scene that shouldn’t be so,
But yes, there they go again, another injury, when better they should know.

Yes, “sorry” is all very well, but when it keeps needing to be said, oh dear,
It can go from being appreciated to something we’d rather not hear,
And I meaning, why another injury? How genuine were they before?
All why that “sorry” sometimes doesn’t mean much, and becomes like a squeaky door.

By Lance Landall