Introduction
Yes,
a little light-hearted digression, and appeal, initially, that is; and then, content all about thought and care for others, serious stuff. And thus this page really being all about you, humanity.
Four introductory poems appear after the appeal, a few bits 'n' bobs, and then more poems, though only my standard poems being numbered here.
When finished with this page, simply press your BACK button.
Dear Everyone In The World, Again,
You know, I really like you, because you’re just like me, a body with a head,
Which makes us pretty intelligent — well, look at that grey matter, enough said.
And you’ve a heart too, just like mine, with the capacity for love, thought and care,
Oh, isn’t that exciting, we having so much in common that we can share.
Say, you’ve eyes and ears too — oh my giddy aunt, even a nose! It’s fantastic!
We so much alike, probably related, so no wonder things seem to click.
And that’s why I really like you, though there’s something about you that’s still unique,
Just like me! Oh, it’s all too much. And what if you’ve knobbly knees too — can I peek?
By Lance Landall
Like I Said
Yes, like I said, I really like you, ’cause you’re so like me, a wee peek or not,
’Cause what’s knobbly knees between friends, and when all the same main things, we’ve clearly got.
I mean, just look at you, and me, we like peas in a pod, but for the odd thing,
Like a freckle or pimple, or some accessory, 'cause people do love bling.
Yes, we really should be chuffed, proud of each other, and all why someone might say,
“You remind me of…” — yes, you of me, or me of you, knees a dead giveaway.
Oh, it’s all so exciting, we just so alike, and perhaps you doze off too,
Even snore, though not too loud, I hope, lest our close relationship one review.
By Lance Landall
And so, I look forward to hearing from you. So please don't keep me waiting.
You seem so nice.
Why were you so long when I was younger, but now so short,
And why have you been so moody rather than a good sport?
I mean, you’re so changeable, random, unpredictable,
And why I can’t keep up with you; well ahead of my skill.
And why do some get more years and others less, dear me?
Thus you seeming to have your favourites, quite honestly.
And why did you give me so much energy when younger,
And then deprive me of most of it now that I’m older?
Oh, how fickle you are, promising me the world, and then
About to take it from me, hence that three score years and ten.
Once I felt bullet proof, now you’ve taken away my vest,
I so exposed to this and that, in need of another rest.
And once my heart was saving me, but now it’s failing me,
Like my vision and hearing, which seems like a form of cruelty.
And you’ve even taken away my elasticity,
All why I prefer slip-ons to lace-ups, just quietly.
So as for my bike, electricity’s taken over,
And all why when the cold and wet's gone, I’m quite a rover.
Though the amount of pit-stops hinder things to some degree,
And why less time’s spent in bed, and more in the lavatory.
I think you’ve also taken a few inches off my height,
And as if not happy with my hair colour, turned it white.
Can’t leave me alone, it seems, so now I feel chilly more,
And when I bump my elbow, I don’t remember it that sore.
My head is feeling the cold more too, though there’s less to comb,
And given how I forget things, I try to stay close to home.
So, dear Life, you can see why I have a problem with you,
Getting down as hard as getting up; dare someone say, “Boo!”
Okay, so you’ve had your way, thus nothing much I can do,
But sit and reminisce, all that spare time a problem too.
Once too young to do this or that, now too old to do it,
And why I’ve turned to the pen, and with a bit of luck, wit.
By Lance Landall
And now the SERIOUS:
Oh yes, it’s all about people, and Lockdown and quarantine bringing this home,
That need we soon discover for one another, and that need to freely roam.
This world's a wonderful creation, but humans being its crowning glory,
That love and affection that’s the basis of every inspiring story.
Yes, sometimes we need a little peace and quietness alone, but not for long,
That need for others soon returning, that human choir, resonating song.
And how we’ve need to work together, pull together, planet Earth in trouble,
And none of us liking the idea of some isolating Covid bubble.
Oh yes, we certainly need each other, hence why it’s all about people, us,
And why over each other there needs to be a lot more love, thought, care and fuss.
One’s birth a gift and opportunity, but each other being what we need,
And why for peace on Earth and goodwill to all men, women, boys and girls, I plead.
By Lance Landall
"A human being is part of the Whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of
optical illusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for
a few persons nearest to us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living
creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but striving for such an achievement is in itself a part of liberation
and a foundation for inner security."
Albert Einstein
Humanity's best interests are only served where:
LIVE RIGHTLY,
BE INFORMED BUT NOT OBSESSED,
We were born to be free.
We weren't born to drift aimlessly, but to find purpose and fulfilment,
We so need:
Seems we never learn,
None of us can claim surperiority, we all but links in
May laughter be your medicine,
Be that hand that someone needs to hold,
WHEN
IT'S GOT TOO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE, AND TOO EXPENSIVE TO DIE, SOMETHING'S
RADICALLY WRONG, SOMETHING'S TERRIBLY AWRY, AND PLAYING ITS PART
IS EXCESSIVE PROFITING, AND INHUMANE GOVERNING, MONEY RULING THE
DAY, THE HEAD NOT CONNECTED TO THE HEART, I SAY, AND PEOPLE SUFFERING,
EVEN DYING, AND LOVED ONES WHO'RE LEFT BEHIND HAVING TO PAY, IT ALL
ASTRAY, CRUEL TO THE BONE, AND HENCE THAT LOAN, AND WHO CAN REPAY, MANY
LIVING FROM DAY TO DAY, BUT THERE YOU HAVE IT, AND STILL THEY PROFIT,
OR TAX ONE'S LIFE AWAY, THUS IT TOO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE, TOO EXPENSIVE TO
DIE,
AND WHY "FOUL!" I CRY.
Everything that's right should expose everything that's wrong.
Love is a word that we all know,
There's two paths:
We live in a world where millions are paid for a Rembrandt or a Picasso,
Yet a life not fetching anything, hence that precious blood that is seen to flow.
One made up of canvas and oils, one made up of flesh and bone, a heart and mind,
One a thing, one a someone, but, “Going, going, gone,” that painting so enshrined.
Yes, one to be coveted and visited by thousands, and day after day,
The other given little thought, left under rubble in a state of decay.
Yes, hours spent on meticulously restoring one, preserving its life,
And the other as if but a ruined canvas that one might take to with a knife.
A man, a woman, a pregnant woman, a child, a baby, someone’s loved one,
Someone who can think, see, hear, smell, taste and feel, until some sad reason is spun.
Yet that ageing painting locked in a vault, or surrounded by security,
Even if you wouldn’t want it on your wall, perhaps a Salvador Dali.
Paintings more valuable than people?! Can you believe it?! Well, so it seems,
Carpet bombs, mines, gunfire, or deliberate starvation destroying their dreams,
Outright targeting or collateral damage — in other words, DISPENSIBLE,
But not that oil painting, the other at the discretion of whoever’s will.
Discretion? Well, that’s a nice way of putting it, the truth even worse, sadly,
And some preferring their own image, a portrait of racism or bigotry.
Hence those retarded mental palettes, selective oils, and why we soon see
Mental paintings removing certain people from life’s picture, ignorantly.
In painting terms, one brushstroke and a person’s gone, no longer on life’s easel,
Which should have the hairs on our own brushes bristling, we angry over such ill.
A life’s a life, not a thing, no matter that artist’s clever presentation,
And this all why we should see every human as a precious creation.
Yes, it’s an outrage that a painting can be worth more, treated more preciously,
Thus one in a museum, one in a morgue, oils over blood — oh, the irony.
A picture may be worth a thousand words (or canvas painting, in this sad case),
But never more valuable than a single member of the human race.
By Lance Landall
Where a President’s lies are legend, and his chosen ones are likewise corrupt,
Where hypocrisy’s found amongst the religious, and racism’s seen to erupt,
Where the media’s being manipulated, and propaganda is rife,
Where warmongers are on the rampage, and there is so little respect for life,
Where the poor are getting poorer, and the rich are getting richer, and where there’s
Injustice, bigotry and intolerance, and violence has upped the gears,
Where there is little left that is wholesome, and dreams are shattered regularly,
Where you’re doubtful that a God exists, and have also lost faith in others, sadly,
But would like to have your faith restored, and some hope rekindled amidst it all
(Like those sad encroachments on liberty, and those strongarm tactics that appal,
Or that cruelty and criminality that bears evidence of a great fall),
Seek the company of those who reveal LOVE, and whose love is seen to stand tall.
In other words, those who’ve respect for life, the preciousness of humanity,
The honourableness of human rights, and who also hate the insanity.
Yes, those who’re upholders of love, truth, good and right, and who’d never hurt or harm,
And who’re never found where there’s strife and commotion, but where there is peace and calm.
For these are the people who’ll encourage and inspire, and the closest you’ll get
To a God or Heaven, not those Christian Nationalists who aid and abet.
It not about enforcement, which never changes hearts and minds, and thus why you
Should avoid such pharisaical company, for little good it will do.
But rather, be found amongst those who are lovers of beauty and harmony,
Those who’re honest and transparent, devoid of guile, people of integrity.
Those whose love encompasses creatures, and calls out the evil of tyranny,
And the evils of oppression and indifference, which reek of misery.
Yes, seek out those who’ve loving hearts and sound minds, those who’re true peacemakers, and who
Would never consent to any human atrocity, and, I must tell you,
Who would never harm this planet either (such the epitome of folly),
But rather, their gratitude reveal via wisdom, enter responsibility .
So, in a world of falsehood, trickery and agendas, let these be your friends,
Though good to all, and harming none, but realising that there’s two paths with two ends,
And the path of LOVE being the best path, and the best end, and this being why
Restored faith and hope is only found there, anything else being but a lie.
And as for a God — well, love hardly coming from a devil, or a black hole,
Given it’s purity, loftiness, for without it, we can never be whole.
All why those who wound and kill, choosing wrong over right, aren’t whole, but dead inside,
And thus all their professing but a facade, a sandcastle soon gone with the tide.
By Lance Landall
Having lived for over seventy years, I’ve certainly learnt a thing or two,
And what a fool if I hadn’t learnt something, because there are things we need to.
And one of the things I’ve learnt couldn’t be more important, which I’ll share with you:
Love should be the motivation behind everything we think, say and do.
Love that’s genuine, deep love, selfless love, love that inhabits, directs and drives,
Love that keeps one true and healthy, a love that gushes forth onto other lives.
Such love sparing us from so much, it’s wisdom keeping many an ill at bay,
It’s foresight and wide-ranging thought and care having always been seen to pay.
Thus love that kneels where someone’s stricken, compassionately tending to their need,
And always aware of others in general, for there’s many hearts that bleed.
Love that courses through our veins, filtering our thinking, widening our vision,
Sharpening our hearing, closely examining our every decision.
Love that weaves a beautiful tapestry (threads of kindness spun creatively),
The colours of our doings vibrant with tenderness and generosity.
The skillfulness of love’s needlework encouraging others to follow suit,
So that they too, in their lives, may bear the same society enhancing fruit.
And thus society wiser, safer, more wholesome and progressive, which means
Less friction, fewer problems, far less troubles, lower costs, and much brighter scenes.
In other words, happier people, a happier you, sound mind and body,
Thus you getting the best out of your seventy plus years, which in time you’ll see.
By Lance Landall
We’re a life, made up of influences, experiences, joys, hurts and pain,
Our DNA, resemblances, mannerisms, schooling — yes, life’s sun and rain.
And no one's understanding of us will be complete, because we are unique,
One of a kind, never to be repeated, no matter how hard some may seek.
Yes, we’re a life, a mixture of many things, even fears and anxieties,
Or insecurities, good and bad things, things that free us or that seem to seize.
Things that aren’t always our fault, poor parenting, for example, and all why we
Can struggle with inner demons — yes, certain things that we came by honestly.
And all we can do is what we can, be it a lot or be it little, and
Others not always there for us — thus sometimes, the bridge of our ship lightly manned.
And many without a crew, and thus their journey largely a solo affair,
Life everything but predictable, and its fabric quite easy to tare.
And so, all we can do is our best, which may not be enough, but there it is,
Hence that daily battle we have, those sighs and cries, be they hers or be they his.
Acceptance taking us half way there, and attitude the rest of the way there,
For we’re a life, a journey, and how we deal with it, as to how well we fare.
Just a little note of sorts to let you know just how much we value you,
We fellow seafarers on life’s journey, our ships docked along side with their crew.
Yes, fellow humans, we each having our flaws and foibles, even issues too,
Hence why we need each other, and given those storms all need to make their way through.
All why we see neighbours as fellow sisters and brothers, precious humanity,
Who we’re there for despite our own struggles, sharing love, thought, care and empathy.
It simply how we like to roll, the essence of our joy, and where peace is found,
So thanks for your friendship, that wave, smile, drop in, it all making the world go ’round.
By Lance Landall
Come on everyone, evil’s had its way for far too long, time it was gone,
Thus love returned to its hi-jacked throne, ruling every heart once set upon.
The weight and darkness of evil’s oppression banished forever, good for good,
The cost of its legacy — evidence abounding — well and truly understood.
The heart’s for loving, the mind’s for wisdom, the whole’s for doing what’s good and right,
The lightness and brightness of love taking over, not an ounce of ill in sight.
Evil but a blinder, hater, wounder, killer, a dictator that controls,
Whereas love is all about being free, and why it just amicably rolls.
So come on everyone, evil’s proven it can’t deliver, not a jot,
And all why once it’s inside one’s heart and mind, one’s very core is seen to rot.
But love cleansing, healing and restoring, its lacquer keeping evil’s ill out,
Thus one no longer a slave and cripple, but loving, sound, resolute and stout.
By Lance Landall
8. If Only Everyone Just Sang
I sat in silence and listened to the beauty of his voice, and deeply thought,
“Is this how angels sing?” Such resonating strongly, hence those emotions fought.
And yet that feeling of moisture in the eye — oh, that song, that music, that gift,
Sound so stirring to one’s soul, it kind of melancholy, and yet with a lift.
His waffling baritone unforced, firm and yet tender, lofty and yet humble,
My heart as if captured, and hate in the world looming as madness, my mind still.
Oh, if only such beauty was felt everywhere, in every heart and mind,
We no longer the cause of ills on Earth, eyes as if opened, no longer blind.
Yes, if only everyone just sang, if only everyone just sang,
And we, on every worthy word and fine musical nuance were to hang.
Our lives lost in such beauty, no longer caught up in the selfish and petty,
But immersed in chords of love, a visible song, renewed humanity.
By Lance Landall
Yes, we’ve all the time in the world, time enough for loving, showing thought and care,
Time enough for displaying affection, for stopping to empathise and share,
Time enough for thinking of others, opportunities beckoning each day,
Whereby others may be blessed by some comment or action as we make our way.
Oh yes, we’ve time enough for loving, for acting kindly, compassionately,
For helping some poor soul in need, be it physically or emotionally.
So may it be that we actually take that time to spread the love around,
And given that such is where true happiness, greater joy, and friendship is found.
By Lance Landall
That others hurt because of us is a real tragedy, and even more so
Given human intelligence, that ability to understand and know.
We far from ignorant, our inner self aware that it’s wrong to wound and kill,
Something cosmic telling us, and why over such, we can’t feel comfortable.
Yes, there being a source we’re connected to, such surely undeniable,
’Cause intelligence such as ours couldn’t just evolve, nor via determined will.
No, we not a thing, nor a creature, but a human, and quite a mystery
Given what we know about ourselves is pretty small, thus humble we should be.
And aware of the incredibleness of human life, each others value,
That uniqueness and individuality that makes me, me, and you, you.
All why it’s not alright to hurt or harm, ownership of others being no one’s,
Yet still those moronic fists and guns, which even higher intelligence shuns.
By Lance Landall
We seem to be living in a time of unprecedented bugs, cruel new strains,
And it’s hardly any wonder where hygiene hasn’t had its hands on the reigns.
The latter seriously important, hence that needed hand washing, and so
We acting wisely, healthily — and we having just been through Covid, you know.
But here’s the other thing, THOUGHTLESSNESS, and remembering what goes ’round comes ’round,
Be it your thoughtlessness, or their thoughtlessness, and how more ill people are found.
They getting it off you, or you getting it off them, and many others too,
Who unfairly end up suffering from a nasty cold or horrible flu.
Such thoughtlessness is a MEAN thing, which doesn’t say much for us, if at fault here,
And more so if a Christian, say, for how they should treat others, has been made clear.
But be one a Christian or not, what sort of a person doesn’t take care here,
Because that’s hardly kind, nor fair, and the cost of doctors and medicine dear.
So if you’ve a cold or flu, the beginning or last stage of such, please take care,
Avoiding meetings, shaking hands, and preparing food, and remembering here:
That who you infect may suffer far worse than you, have complications, and why
They may end up hospitalised, and if an elderly person, they could die.
And all why where you can’t avoid contact, make sure you wear a mask, thus showing
DECENCY, and should you have a runny nose, please mind that sneezing or blowing.
Yes, get well away from others, best step outside, as what’s airborne travels far,
And stop and think before taking a taxi, or jumping in somebody’s car.
The truth is, the kind of person you are, will show in your response here, and thus
You either thoughtful or thoughtless (and why over protest, shouldn’t make a fuss,
But rather, apologise, because the thoughtless one is in the wrong, and here
Deserving of a REBUKE, because like I said, it’s SELFISH, UNKIND and UNFAIR).
All why you’d be quick to complain if such a one gave you a cold or the flu,
And more so if it went through your family as well, as these things mostly do.
There's no love in thoughtlessness, nor in sneering at “Wash hands” or “Wear a mask” signs,
Which are there for a very good reason, and which the person you are, defines.
And if your partner has the flu or a cold, and you don’t (maybe), take care too,
Because you might well transmit such, having been in close contact, and things do brew.
So let people KNOW, avoiding hugs and handshakes, minimising potential,
Because it can be a pretty miserable thing when ones coughing or ill,
And remembering that your response here, DEFINES you, how others may view you.
But no, you wish to argue, bugs everywhere, got to build immunity,
When many have a compromised immune system, or they're weak and elderly.
Thus only folly maximising bugs rather than minimising them, and
All why signs are needed, which any reasonable person will understand.
It's because of THOUGHTLESSNESS that signs are often needed, for even where told,
Many — so very inconsiderately — still turn up with that flu or cold.
"I'm pretty much past it," some say, coughing away, showing their lack of thought and care,
It seemingly too inconvenient for them to act otherwise — oh dear,
How do you reach those who just don't want to hear, and their flu or cold CHOOSE to share?
By Lance Landall
We all start off with dreams, and dreams are okay, but along comes reality,
That which leaves many dreams in tatters — yes, that which seems to plague humanity.
All why we’re better to settle for contentment, catching a dream where we can,
But where such alludes us, we continuing on, there being other days to plan.
We all like to dream, but life’s really all about us making the best of things,
We hardly living in Paradise — and oft from the hands of others, ill springs.
We living amongst predators and charlatans, the evil and the angry,
Many of the latter having been wounded too, and hence their own sad cruelty.
And thus hopes so oft dashed, and why those little things in life aren’t quite so little,
But to be enjoyed for their own sake, those things we take for granted, like being well,
Having our eyesight and hearing, thus able to read and listen, walk and talk,
We still having our own life’s blackboard, and therefore, that creative use of chalk.
And how it’s used depends on us, whether we’ve an attitude of gratitude,
Our birth having given us a chance we mightn’t have got, enter aptitude.
We effectively having nothing to lose, and when it comes to hurt and pain,
We simply being there for each other, thus acting like raincoats in the rain.
By Lance Landall
Roots mean a lot, hence those programmes where kids are looking for their birth parents, and
Wanting to know why they were adopted out, that they may better understand.
Such nagging them, and there’s nothing like your own parents, even with their faults too,
Which those adopted kids know and feel; not so much those who such haven’t been through.
And so, you might have a gripe with your parents, but at least you’ve got them, and why
They should be appreciated, which those adopted kids would tell you, who cry:
“If only I could find my birth mother, or my birth dad, more so both of them,”
And why if you haven’t been adopted, you should be careful not to condemn;
And by that I mean, no parent is without his or her faults, and thus they too,
Victims of their own background, and why their parenting methods may’ve gone askew.
Thus it better to err on the side of grace, and not take them for granted here,
’Cause at least they’re there, and that pain of being adopted, you don’t have to share.
By Lance Landall
The time will come when your parents aren’t there, usually one before the other,
And when they’re gone, and regarding both your mum and dad, there’ll not be another,
And why you should bear this in mind, because when they’re gone, your roots will be gone too,
For both are your origin, they having chosen to have kids so there’d be you.
And if you’re glad you’re you, and here, you owe them a lot, for you wouldn’t have been
Had they chosen otherwise, as many do, forgoing that family scene.
And they spent years raising you, certain things sacrificed, and raising children dear,
Both financially and emotionally, for there can be a lot to bear.
So yes, such should be borne in mind, taken into account midst criticism,
Parenting fraught with issues, and the more kids, the more issues, even schism.
Each child different, sometimes a mystery, and sometimes the cause of much pain,
And why many good marriages falter or buckle under the daily strain.
And all for your sake, dear son or daughter, so that you could exist, get wed too,
So mind, because there’s karma, and who knows what your kids may think or say of you.
Parents just your beginning, the rest up to you, so I’d grab such gratefully,
Someone having to raise you, and how many out there can do that perfectly?
And how worse off are you? Does it truly justify telling the world, when there’s
Stories like you may never have heard, and thus how minor your accusing tears?
We’re born into a world where many die early, and others barely survive,
And why it’s a blessing if the rest of us are managing, and are still alive.
So they don't owe you anything, you out on your own now, though I need to say,
That due to their love for you, their help and support will no doubt come your way.
But mind your expectations, you're the caretaker of your own life, and if you bleed,
May well have to put that plaster on yourself, and likewise, take care of any need.
By Lance Landall
Why is it that in a world where we’re facing mega issues, major concern,
We’re so caught up in petty goings-on (when from such childish things we should turn)?
All why I feel like shouting, “People are suffering out there!” — terribly so,
And yet, out come the knives, that grudge holding, what immaturity’s bound to show.
All when we should be vigilant regarding peace, civil-religious liberty,
Those inroads into free speech, and condemning warmongering and tyranny.
But no, out comes those childish spats and tantrums, those childish wants and demands too,
When the world’s on a knife edge, and this planet’s in big trouble, but no, “Boohoo.”
The truth is, we need to be bigger than such nonsense, thus acting like adults,
And putting behind us all those petty squabbles, that spitefulness, those insults.
Self looking at the bigger picture, and letting love and sense have all the say,
Otherwise we’ll be caught by fate’s incoming tide, all because we want our way.
When we indulge in personal soap operas, Coronation Street episodes,
We show little regard for the real issues, and soul-destroying heavy loads,
Like poverty, oppression, persecution and so on, all going on;
And while we’re distracted, it might soon be us that wolves set their cruel sights upon.
Yes, when our focus is elsewhere, we’re hardly watchful, more likely to be caught
(Snoozing, one might say), and there’s always consequences come lack of care and thought.
Others needing our attention, rights being violated at every turn,
And our very own hopes and dreams (if we’re not careful) about to crash and burn.
There are clearly forces at work, both cosmic and earthly, yet there’s still that “me,”
When we need to be awake to things, aware of the current enormity.
It’s like two kids fighting over a sandwich when a lion’s approaching, or
When someone nearby is drowning, who, midst that nonsense and thoughtlessness, neither saw.
If we don’t believe in life beyond this one, we should make the most of this one,
Not wasting it on petty grievances that rob us of more positive sun.
However, life beyond or not, it simply makes sense to avoid what wastes time,
And to lessen any aggravation, midst helping the stricken mend or climb.
But hey, there’s that bigger picture again, like what future’s facing our children,
Both the world and our planet in strife, and all why we shouldn’t make folly grin.
And so, we far bigger than the petty, our time being spent on worthy things,
And that which will change things for the better, from which greater joy and pleasure springs.
Sadly, the pettiness of people can reach pathetic levels, and many
Having the sensitivity of an infant, even responding spitefully.
Many grown-ups not having grown up, and when the world’s in need of grown-ups, who
See the bigger picture, and take the bigger path, which everyone should do.
And certainly when the world’s in dire straits, and every hand’s needed on deck,
Corruption, violence and criminality rampant, gone much held in check.
And so, we shouldn’t carry our grievances ’round with us all the time, like Trump,
Who, on the world too, all his hatred, baggage and ills, has been seen to dump.
By Lance Landall
The world’s in the mess it is because of bad leaders, leaders wrongly chosen,
Character having been considered least rather than most, and why we’re frozen.
Yes, stuck in a time of warmongering, and so it will remain until we
Choose those leaders who won’t go a warring, leaders of honour and dignity.
In other words, not those leaders who’ve not just got character flaws, but issues,
And hence their danger to us all, and why more and more are reaching for tissues;
No answers forthcoming, we still in danger, thus tears continuing to flow,
And so it’ll be until we choose rightly, something that we should already know.
It seems we’re stuck with those who’ve agendas, weak leaders who’ve turned into bullies,
And why control over our lives and the world that we live in, they wish to seize.
Too late seems to be how we learn, and now, too late altogether, possibly,
And could it because of our character that we’ve chosen so dreadfully?
By Lance Landall
They’re not just killing more people, don’t forget, but they're killing our planet too,
Poisoning it to death, those explosions full of deadly toxins, which they spew.
And those poisons don’t disappear overnight, but remain, thus leaching away,
Continuing to take lives, or damage lives, as if it’s just another day.
Well, it’s not just another day, because we can’t afford another day, so
It needs to stop NOW, the land, sea and sky sick, can’t sustain that blow after blow.
Oh, so much destruction, be it buildings, crops, or INFRUSTRUCTURE, and why we
Need to stop all that warmongering, it even threatening humanity.
Can’t they see? Don’t they care? They’re fouling their nest, our nest, and we’ve only the one,
Which is getting beyond healing, yet off for more destructive weapons they run.
The world’s on a knife edge, our planet too, but still that thoughtless insanity,
That sad suicidal tendency that seems to bedevil humanity.
By Lance Landall
Creatures may show affection, and they do have their feelings, but never like us,
Because our human emotion is on a whole different level, and thus
Our feelings so complex, tied to this and that, the past and present, and why we
Have such depths and states of feeling, all tied to intellect, personality.
And thus the pain we may suffer being greater given our intelligence,
Once again on a whole different level, hence that need of due diligence;
Our greater capacity demanding a moral responsibility,
And why regarding humanity, there’s that call for accountability.
And why regarding others, we need to show much thought and sensitivity,
Lest we injure via word or behaviour; and here, talking emotionally.
Our character playing the largest part here, and whether we’ve integrity,
That nobleness befitting a higher intelligence, our humanity.
All why when that higher intelligence isn’t exercised as it should be,
Humans turn to what we call "animal behaviour," violence and cruelty.
In other words, plain stupidity, criminality and insanity,
Which degrades and destroys that higher state granted to humanity.
By Lance Landall
You might think Trump’s bad, but even worse is, his administration, one could say,
Because they must know themselves how bad Trump is, and yet, they’re not prepared to say,
Nor do something, and that’s appalling, he the worst president that’s ever been,
The world alarmed, shocked, disgusted, and hence that chaotic American scene.
So, how could those in his administration be so derelict in their duty?
The evidence right in front of them, they not that blind — well, I should say, surely,
I mean, the rest of the world seeing, the majority of Americans,
Yet that administration, and minority, seemingly happy with Trump’s sins.
And those sins are BIG ones, corruption, cruelty, the filthiest profanity,
Warmongering, aiding and abetting other tyrants, sheer hypocrisy.
Oh yes, the list of sins even longer than those mentioned here, and yet we see
Blind, or more so, self-serving allegiance, because how could they not know, surely.
To not admit to truth, clear evidence, when it’s right in front of their faces,
Not only that runaway government, but America too, disgraces.
So what’s going on here, we having never seen anything like it, and yet
All the sins under the sun, a travesty that history will not forget.
And who's America to set itself up as the world’s policeman, and who
Wants a BAD policeman, whose moral high ground has been well and truly shot through?
America now a rogue nation, indulging in terrorism, and why we
Have reason for fear, and more so when it’s wrongly using Christianity.
Those citizens who still support that corrupt president and administration
Share the very same guilt, and by their doing so, have destroyed their nation.
America's credibility absolutely shattered, it now hated,
Along with the fact that there's no democracy left to be celebrated.
When a democratic (cosmetic, in this case) nation allows (foolishly)
A president to stay in power, who, psychiatrists (most alarmingly)
Consider a very real and present danger, such is very concerning,
Very telling, and which begs the question, why on earth are people not learning?
What's also telling is that cage fight organised for his eightieth birthday,
A horrid colosseum type thing, but cold, cruel, brutality his way.
Yes, all those innocent deaths he's responsible for, including that girl's school,
Some Commander-in-Chief, I say, who's so determined to get his errant way.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned on 10 June 2026 and added to on the 16th.
Dr John Gartner, founder of Duty To Warn, and co-author of the book The Dangerous Case Of Donald Trump,
has stated that Donald Trump is the sickest individual that he has encountered in 40 years of clinical practice, describing him as displaying extreme symptoms suggesting dementia combined with malignant narcissism
and sadism, and further stated that Trump gets incredible satishfaction from destroying things and hurting people.
War, by its diabolical nature, displays contempt for humanity,
And all why it is carried out by those who have no love for humanity.
Hence the Putins, Trumps and Netanyahu’s, all having a bad character, and
Phycological issues, hence the evils and atrocities that are planned.
Yes, none of them see life as sacrosanct, nor are they loving men, but cruel men,
Responsible for terrible suffering, attacking again and again.
War’s a destructive business, pursued by those who have not love, those who don’t care,
Which is why they kill the innocent — kids! — and gladly create chaos and fear.
Yes, it’s no big deal to them, but money and power certainly are, and why
They pursue such, even if in the pursuit of such, others suffer and die.
All why we should choose leaders carefully, and some try to rig an election,
And all why their background, character and record, need a thorough inspection.
By Lance Landall
21. It's Never Right
It’s never right for soldiers to take part in an illegal war, and therefore,
When they do, they become guilty too, and thus should feel the full weight of the law.
“Following orders” is never an excuse, merely skewed justification,
All why they need to show backbone and moral strength come such a situation.
Defending one’s country is one thing, attacking someone else’s another,
The latter being but terrorism, be it blatant or undercover.
And so, where international law is ignored, and war crimes carried out,
That’s when every soldier who is worth his uniform would quickly get out.
Yes, there maybe a cost, but there’s a cost for war crimes too, legal and mind wise,
One never able to rest easy with such guilt, and having bought into lies.
A war either justified or not, and innocent citizens out of bounds,
Those school, hospitals, homes, and that needed infrastructure, for which there’s no grounds.
We’ve living in times of rampant lies, propaganda and false flags, and all why
Soldiers need to be informed — enter research — and thus “Foul” may well have to cry.
Following orders might mean acting criminally and immorally,
Which would effectively make any such soldier a foe of humanity.
By Lance Landall
Despite
Rhyming article.
An Interesting Or Critical Conversation?
Love And Humanity
In the depths of my humanity,
SEE CAUTIONARY NOTE HOME PAGE.
Iran in your sights now, President Trump, more killing on your mind, bombs away,
As if human life means nothing to you, just another warmongering day.
And when Iran’s no threat to you, hasn’t attacked you, nor was planning too, sir,
And they having their own loved ones, hopes, dreams or faith — oh, how terribly you err.
You say, “God bless America.” What, a killing machine, the CIA, ICE?
And how many regime changes now, and of what else do you want a big slice,
Or more? And as if a soldier’s life means nothing too, just send them here or there,
As if God would feel the same way, all lives to be treated with the greatest care.
But you want Venezuela, Greenland, even Gaza, and if not, its look out,
The U.S. having become a rogue state, and a terrorist, who laws is seen to flout.
Yes, hardly a country that God can bless, but rather, leave to some sorry end,
A peaceful lamb having turned into a nasty dragon — oh, how you pretend.
God’s blessing was removed from ancient Israel for violating His will,
And why He allowed them to be taken into captivity, suffer ill.
Hence why you’ve lost certain allies, and why your reputation is in tatters,
Thus America needing to realise too, that doing things God’s way, matters.
So, America looking pretty sick, and like a monster, actually,
And thus you and your administration the least liked in U.S. history.
Oh yes, your erring costing bigtime, and in many ways, and why God’s not there,
But only in Christ-like hearts and minds, for those who love Him, your ills wouldn’t dare.
Soldiers are there to protect their country, not for empire building, attacking,
And why those illegal wars and forays of yours, God would hardly be backing.
But some errant Christians having you thinking that He is behind it all, when
He definitely isn’t, but once again, it’s off-track delusional men.
“Love your enemies,” God says, so even when attacked by another nation,
We shouldn’t respond with war crimes, any kind of human rights violation.
And soldiers (like us) being God’s creation (precious), not for using wrongly,
And where they are used so, you can bet that there’ll be an accountability.
And I’d be careful about going after other Leaders of sovereign states,
Because God will be going after certain leaders too, though meantime, He waits.
And given your authoritarianism, who are you to condemn them,
And bearing in mind that tyrants, God has always been seen to strongly condemn.
Yes, God will have His day, because what we’ll be judged by first and foremost will be
How we’ve treated others — and when it comes to such, God is extremely fussy.
In other words, hurting and harming’s out, all to be treated with love and care,
And hence why many world leaders, President Trump, will have good reason for fear.
So how many more will die because of you, both citizens and soldiers, who
Needn’t have died? And surely there are some things that soldiers should refuse to do.
Yes, they held accountable too; and not preventing what you can prevent, sir,
Is just as bad a crime, and which the very same strong penalty will incur.
And so, more destruction, as if this planet hasn’t suffered enough — and why you,
President Trump, aren’t pleasing God by fouling our nest, and which we’re told not to.
God having said that He’ll destroy the destroyers of Earth, and rightly so too,
Their hearts and minds polluted, and if they got their way, the same in Heaven they’d do.
All why down here is where it starts, no magic wand, just repentance, then that change,
One acting Christ-like and not beast-like, and so, sir, you’ve a lot to rearrange.
Otherwise, your fate’s decided, you having made that choice, and hence how it goes,
We either a lover of others, or another of humanity’s foes;
And as for that sham Board of Peace, hypocrisy and guile in neon fashion glows.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned 1 February 2025.
For more poems regarding such, see my pages The Truth About Love, and Wisdom And Truth Matter.
When we don't hold leaders to account, their audacity is soon seen to mount.
Just Thinking
This article was penned 9 August 2026.
Christian content or degree.
If they tell you Jesus is backing a war, don’t believe it, ’cause that’s a lie,
That old theocracy long gone, a new order ushered in, yet how some try.
But “Do not murder,” “Turn the other cheek,” and “Love your enemies,” rings loud and clear,
’Cause Christ came to save and preserve lives, He considering everyone dear.
So, even if He supposedly appears on Earth, and endorses some war,
You’ll know that it’s a fake messiah, ’cause why would Christ contravene His own Law?
“Do good to them who mistreat you,” He said, peace and harmony what He’s after,
And why He’ll soon deal with those whose war crimes have them bending over with laughter.
Much in the Old Testament has been misunderstood and misused, and hence why
Much that’s done in God’s name knows nothing of Him, and why wars I just wouldn’t buy.
The Christian is to have nothing to do with violence, harming anyone,
And Christian militarism but a Constantine thing, not of the Son.
And as for the past, God’s prerogatives aren’t ours, His directions His alone,
As in the ruling of ancient Israel, thus we not taking them as our own.
Context everything, and that particular passage of time, and why we,
As Christians, that is, are to go by the teachings of Christ — goodbye weaponry.
Contrary to what some think, God’s never wanted killing, but here on this Earth,
And given our fallen condition, certain complexities have given birth.
If true faith had been put in God at the time, there would’ve been less bloodshed, or none,
Though justified Divine wrath has its place, and why, “Vengeance is Mine,” says the Son.
But as far as wars go today, how many have been illegal, a war crime scene,
Which one should have no part in, thus one’s conscience and heart kept sound and clean.
Hypocrisy exposing the Christian to that same loss of eternity,
Soon to be felt by warmongers, destroyers of Earth — and so judged, they should be.
Yes, how evil that innocent children are slowly dying under rubble,
Or pregnant women, and why such killers deserve to be ashes and stubble.
Heaven hardly for such stony hearts, nor for the racist or bigoted, who here
Given their atrocities, lack of integrity, have good reason for fear.
The God of love’s no fool, repentance needed, that change of direction — and here,
Just how to live a Christ-like life (genuinely), the Bible makes very clear.
Grace covering our imperfection, but not wilful sin, such having to go,
Which it will, when the God who has our best interests at heart, we truly know.
Yes, religion’s too often used to justify this or that, or used like a bat,
And why, once again, much that’s done in God’s name knows nothing of Him, just falls flat.
God’s all about love, thought and care, compassion, forbearance, and forgiveness too,
And all why warring, the Christian’s not to indulge in, but paths of peace pursue.
It was a coup-seeking devil who started the first war, which began on high,
And it’s he who’s been behind wars ever since, and that falsehood that many buy.
Not just regarding Scripture, but that war propaganda, disinformation,
Designed to get you and I to support those attacks on some other nation.
And then there’s that sad Hell-fire stuff, which stems from the same errant mentality,
Misunderstanding of Scripture, there no burning in Hell for eternity.
Eternal fire having struck ancient Jerusalem, yet no longer burning,
And thus why to the right sources of understanding, one needs to be turning.
Just as ancient Israel went astray, so it is with Christendom, as seen
By those MAGA Christians shaming God, hence that errant coming Church and State scene.
All why just a remnant of Christendom will remain true to God and His Word;
Peacemakers free of guile, lovers of humanity, not followers of the herd.
By Lance Landall
Christian content or degree.
Have You Thought About This?
Rhyming article containing Christian content or degree.
Four introductory poems appear after the appeal, a few bits 'n' bobs, and then more poems, though only my standard poems being numbered here.
When finished with this page, simply press your BACK button.
"May love trickle down, form a stream, then a river, and become a sea, one that
will rise with a decided climate change, thus flooding the whole of humanity."
The poet, author
But firstly,
will rise with a decided climate change, thus flooding the whole of humanity."
The poet, author
But firstly,
A SURE
TO PLEASE RECIPE
Line a
heart shaped container
with self-proof matter.
Take copious amounts of love, thought, care and generosity.
Mix together thoroughly, and moisten with milk of human kindness.
Add sympathy, tenderness, patience, forgiveness, and
a pinch of shortcomings blindness.
Season with unselfishness.
Roll into individual portions.
Sugar-coat with sweetness.
Place in waiting organic container.
Warm via a sunny disposition.
Share straight away.
Melts in the mouth.
Keeps well.
Caters for one very big family.
A rhyming email.
Dear Everyone In The World,
I
wouldn’t mind calling in on you all — that is, individually — a friendly call, but such could prove
quite a difficulty, and I with limited time on my hands, actually, and
so (and also thinking in terms of quick rather than slow), I have
decided on a bulk email, which, providing there’s no glitch, and unlike the
proverbial snail, should reach you all rather speedily — in fact,
almost immediately, given advanced technology, but providing
you’ve given me your email address, of course, because one can’t ride
without a horse, and so, having said all that, and donning my visitor’s
hat,
please let me proceed, in order that my email you may read, and at your
leisure, of course, because I'm really not one to force.
It has
come to my attention (and all why I’ve sought to mention, though
this somewhat belated), that we appear to be related — family — because our
anatomy strongly suggests such, and I certainly know this much, that
there’s quite a human resemblance, okay, not to mention that amazing DNA,
and thus something rather clever at play.
And so, with all of this in mind, I’m quite confident that we would find — soon, that is, be it hers or his — connections
of some sort, if my drift you’ve caught, and that being, my dear fellow
being, and like I said, if my point you’re seeing, that we all appear to go back
quite a long way, indeed a very long way, I’m compelled to say — yes,
I’m talking about quite a lengthy history, a very detailed and somewhat
complex ancestry, and with same origin at the bottom of it all,
regardless of whether one’s slim, cuddly, short or tall — yes, because there’s
still those matching threads, like our rather intelligent communicating
heads; brains, in other words, even if we’re sometimes away with the
birds.
Now, it’s also quite possible that we’ve actually met,
despite our paths not having been set, you having been here, say, or me
having been there, say, but simply unaware, yet so near, a situation
that I’d like to rectify, and hence this electronic
try, one having to start somewhere, and such being better than nowhere,
thus your response to this digital letter of mine — though not all at
once, mind — would certainly go a long way, and at the end of the day,
we might be startled to find, if you’d be so kind, that we actually
have the same family tree.
Yes, a mighty California redwood tree, if you will,
with endless branches that might very well thrill, hidden kings and queens (there nothing like majesty), a few
odd skeletons, maybe, and the chance of fiends, possibly (though we’ll keep the
latter quiet, huh, lest it mar, and also tar), but not to fear, nor shed a tear, it up and onward
with the search, I having no wish to besmirch, but to just catch up
with you all, and simply have a ball — and oh, all those intriguing
tales to tell, which no doubt copious books would fill, though far too many to
read, I dare say, but hey, we can just talk and talk and talk, ay.
Well,
I’d better leave it there, lest boredom set in — oh dear, not so, I pray
— so please respond and share, but no monkey business, okay, just that
little old (or young) human you, and thus none of that missing link
ballyhoo, though do help yourself to a banana or two, because
I’ve heard they’re very good for you, and no, you won’t metamorphose, I
promise you, such nothing but a hairy story, naughty and hoary, as if
concocted by a jealous ape in a zoo.
Looking forward to hearing from you, and you, and you....
Your fellow human,
Lance, alias Me or I.
P.S.
I may also send a follow up email, so please keep your eyes peeled regarding any mail.
I
was also going to suggest a family reunion, but the logistics somewhat scare
me, if you follow me, so if you’ve any ideas, given my fears, I’d love to know.
"Every cup of seriousness should have a teaspoonful of cheer, and every
cup of merriment should have a teaspoonful of care."
The poet, author
cup of merriment should have a teaspoonful of care."
The poet, author
Dear Everyone In The World, Again,
Due to your overwhelming response that caused the internet to crash, and quick as a flash (or so he'd like to think — well, kind
of thing, such having a flattering ring), and after me saying, "Not all
at once," and after the problem weighing, another bulk email
will have to do, otherwise it simply taking me years and years, which,
to be honest, would hardly do, and given I'd no doubt be
underground before meeting most of you.
Look, I'm kidding, okay, I
hardly rushed off my poetical feet, and hey, perhaps you're shy (and
that's okay), or perhaps you're away, off on safari, deep in the
Amazon, high up in the Himalayas, possibly, even temporarily marooned on an island
somewhere, or missing, and all why I wouldn't hear.
But truly now,
I would really love to hear from you, and even a shortish note
will do — ANYTHING! — so please, pretty
please, because I'd hate to think that I've
relatives out there that I've never met, that human umbilical cord,
don't forget, and whereby we're related somehow or other, hence
that common expression, sister or brother — I mean, isn't that
exciting, and hence my
writing, we like passing ships in the night, no land in sight, and thus
no rhythm or rhyme, and soon gone time, and hence my final plea, dear
uncle, aunt, cousin, nephew — WHATEVER! — we still connected,
invariably.
But no responding all at once, no, and my writing being rather slow.
Once
again, looking forward to hearing from you, electronic pencil or pen,
but fingers crossed this time, midst my rhythm and rhyme.
Your fellow human,
Anxious Lance
P.S.
If you are away, off on safari, deep in the
Amazon, high up in the Himalayas, say, even temporarily marooned on an island
somewhere, though not if you're missing, just to be clear, I'll leave the computer running until you get back, okay.
I Really Like You
You know, I really like you, because you’re just like me, a body with a head,
Which makes us pretty intelligent — well, look at that grey matter, enough said.
And you’ve a heart too, just like mine, with the capacity for love, thought and care,
Oh, isn’t that exciting, we having so much in common that we can share.
Say, you’ve eyes and ears too — oh my giddy aunt, even a nose! It’s fantastic!
We so much alike, probably related, so no wonder things seem to click.
And that’s why I really like you, though there’s something about you that’s still unique,
Just like me! Oh, it’s all too much. And what if you’ve knobbly knees too — can I peek?
By Lance Landall
Like I Said
Yes, like I said, I really like you, ’cause you’re so like me, a wee peek or not,
’Cause what’s knobbly knees between friends, and when all the same main things, we’ve clearly got.
I mean, just look at you, and me, we like peas in a pod, but for the odd thing,
Like a freckle or pimple, or some accessory, 'cause people do love bling.
Yes, we really should be chuffed, proud of each other, and all why someone might say,
“You remind me of…” — yes, you of me, or me of you, knees a dead giveaway.
Oh, it’s all so exciting, we just so alike, and perhaps you doze off too,
Even snore, though not too loud, I hope, lest our close relationship one review.
By Lance Landall
And so, I look forward to hearing from you. So please don't keep me waiting.
You seem so nice.
Dear Life,
Why were you so long when I was younger, but now so short,
And why have you been so moody rather than a good sport?
I mean, you’re so changeable, random, unpredictable,
And why I can’t keep up with you; well ahead of my skill.
And why do some get more years and others less, dear me?
Thus you seeming to have your favourites, quite honestly.
And why did you give me so much energy when younger,
And then deprive me of most of it now that I’m older?
Oh, how fickle you are, promising me the world, and then
About to take it from me, hence that three score years and ten.
Once I felt bullet proof, now you’ve taken away my vest,
I so exposed to this and that, in need of another rest.
And once my heart was saving me, but now it’s failing me,
Like my vision and hearing, which seems like a form of cruelty.
And you’ve even taken away my elasticity,
All why I prefer slip-ons to lace-ups, just quietly.
So as for my bike, electricity’s taken over,
And all why when the cold and wet's gone, I’m quite a rover.
Though the amount of pit-stops hinder things to some degree,
And why less time’s spent in bed, and more in the lavatory.
I think you’ve also taken a few inches off my height,
And as if not happy with my hair colour, turned it white.
Can’t leave me alone, it seems, so now I feel chilly more,
And when I bump my elbow, I don’t remember it that sore.
My head is feeling the cold more too, though there’s less to comb,
And given how I forget things, I try to stay close to home.
So, dear Life, you can see why I have a problem with you,
Getting down as hard as getting up; dare someone say, “Boo!”
Okay, so you’ve had your way, thus nothing much I can do,
But sit and reminisce, all that spare time a problem too.
Once too young to do this or that, now too old to do it,
And why I’ve turned to the pen, and with a bit of luck, wit.
By Lance Landall
And now the SERIOUS:
It's All About People
Oh yes, it’s all about people, and Lockdown and quarantine bringing this home,
That need we soon discover for one another, and that need to freely roam.
This world's a wonderful creation, but humans being its crowning glory,
That love and affection that’s the basis of every inspiring story.
Yes, sometimes we need a little peace and quietness alone, but not for long,
That need for others soon returning, that human choir, resonating song.
And how we’ve need to work together, pull together, planet Earth in trouble,
And none of us liking the idea of some isolating Covid bubble.
Oh yes, we certainly need each other, hence why it’s all about people, us,
And why over each other there needs to be a lot more love, thought, care and fuss.
One’s birth a gift and opportunity, but each other being what we need,
And why for peace on Earth and goodwill to all men, women, boys and girls, I plead.
By Lance Landall
"A human being is part of the Whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of
optical illusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for
a few persons nearest to us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living
creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but striving for such an achievement is in itself a part of liberation
and a foundation for inner security."
Albert Einstein
Dear Sad Face
Dear sad face, I understand why — me too, you know,
Seeing all the cruelty, that Rocky Horror Show,
Where thousands are killed or wounded, as if nothing,
And I wishing that somebody could do something,
Because it needs to stop, and should never have been,
But oh, how it goes on, ghastly scene after scene,
Families torn apart, homes blown to pieces, yet
Little stopping it all, and they without regret,
Pushing on with their evil, their stony hearts set,
Not wanting to hear our protest, and angry get,
All why I understand your heartache, that sad face,
So like mine, appalled at the callous human race.
By Lance Landall
"History is often but a certain narrative that with propaganda is comparative."
The poet, author
That world within us, is not the same as that world outside us,
but is our world alone, where our conscience, our dreams, our
vision, our path, operate on their own; and without threat,
where love's on the throne.
Humanity's best interests are only served where:
Love's first and foremost, to the uttermost, and at the very core;
Where life is seen as sacrosanct;
Where there is love, thought and care for all humanity;
Where there are protective rules and boundaries;
Where there is limited, transparent, balanced, democratic and compassionate government;
Where there are checks and balances;
Where there are leaders who have integrity, a desire to serve and not rule;
Where there is accountability and justice;
Where there is freedom of expression, civil, religious liberty;
Where peace is chosen over war;
And where there is care for the environment and its creatures.
LIVE RIGHTLY,
STAND AGAINST ILL AND EVIL,
BE THERE FOR ALL,
REMAIN TRUE,
AND DIE LOVING.
BE INFORMED BUT NOT OBSESSED,
SPEAK UP BUT DON'T CONSPIRE,
LIVE IN HOPE BUT FACE REALITY,
HAVE YOUR DREAMS BUT CONTROL DESIRE.
We were born to be free.
To live without hindrance.
To reach our potential.
To retire accomplished.
To depart with a benevolent and
peaceful smile.
We weren't born to drift aimlessly, but to find purpose and fulfilment,
to learn and apply, to achieve and grow, to love, laugh, wander and
wonder, to live with others in mind, to live with pride and dignity, and
on our feet and not our knees.
We so need:
Our heart softened;
Our love deepened;
Our life beautified;
Our pride humbled;
Our conscience sharpened;
Our head levelled;
Our thinking stretched;
Our understanding enlarged;
Our mind cleansed;
Our passions disciplined;
Our emotions controlled;
Our words tempered;
Our actions scrutinised;
Our manners enhanced;
Our dress smartened;
Our shoulders broadened;
Our beliefs challenged;
And self lessened.
The reputation of humanity today,
Lies in ruins,
Literal ruins,
which is said to say,
Death and destruction is our way,
And under those ruins,
Those chemical laced ruins,
There are ghosts in the form of eviler tales,
Whose decaying faces, so much more could say.
Seems we never learn,
But to ill still turn,
And thus how we earn
What is seen to burn.
A lake of blood,
A river of tears,
A mountain of anger,
A field of allegations,
A day of reckoning.
Love is testing us,
Truth is warning us,
And honourableness is
judging us.
None of us can claim surperiority, we all but links in
the chain of humanity, bound by the same mortality,
and facing the same reality.
May laughter be your medicine,
May love be your science,
May truth be your language,
May kindness be your history,
May goodness be your geography,
May integrity be your chemistry,
May harmony be your music,
May wisdom be your home economics,
May charity be your maths,
May helping be your manual arts,
May outreach be your phys ed,
May others be your project,
May understanding be your homework,
May thoughtfulness be your blackboard,
May conscientiousness be your desk,
May selflessness be your career,
May sharing be your hobby,
May justice be your mission,
May artistry be your charrm,
May etiquette be your way,
May sympathy be your calling card,
May tenderness be your touch,
May positivity be your fashion,
May passion be your hallmark,
May growth be your interest,
May mercy be your partner,
May faithfulness be your route,
May hope be your vision.
Be that hand that someone needs to hold,
Be that shoulder that someone needs to lean on,
Be that back that has someone's back,
Be those ears that someone needs to trust,
And be those eyes that someone's need will see.
Where there’s lawlessness,
love is absent,
because love isn’t lawless,
and thus does no wrong,
because to do what’s right,
one needs to know what’s not right,
and all why law and love go together,
and why to both, we should wisely tether,
but not confusing the two,
law but a mirror, and love the walk,
law something that's written, love something that's lived,
thus law guiding, and love doing,
and rightful law not injuring, but sparing,
and love wanting to spare,
because lawlessness leads to trouble,
corrupts character,
hurts others,
harms society,
and all why right doing needs to be a heart thing,
a sown, conscious code within,
because it’s all about one’s motivation,
and lest one find some way around law,
or only upholds it because of penalty,
and hence why law and love go together,
should start from birth,
because law and love are a character thing,
what defines us,
the husband, wife, father, mother we are,
the son, daughter, relation, or friend we are,
the politician, leader, manager, worker, or neighbour we are,
either a threat or a blessing,
unreliable or trustworthy,
a good or bad role model,
a lawless or upstanding citizen.
WHEN
IT'S GOT TOO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE, AND TOO EXPENSIVE TO DIE, SOMETHING'S
RADICALLY WRONG, SOMETHING'S TERRIBLY AWRY, AND PLAYING ITS PART
IS EXCESSIVE PROFITING, AND INHUMANE GOVERNING, MONEY RULING THE
DAY, THE HEAD NOT CONNECTED TO THE HEART, I SAY, AND PEOPLE SUFFERING,
EVEN DYING, AND LOVED ONES WHO'RE LEFT BEHIND HAVING TO PAY, IT ALL
ASTRAY, CRUEL TO THE BONE, AND HENCE THAT LOAN, AND WHO CAN REPAY, MANY
LIVING FROM DAY TO DAY, BUT THERE YOU HAVE IT, AND STILL THEY PROFIT,
OR TAX ONE'S LIFE AWAY, THUS IT TOO EXPENSIVE TO LIVE, TOO EXPENSIVE TO
DIE,
AND WHY "FOUL!" I CRY.
Everything that's right should expose everything that's wrong.
Everything that's good should expose everything that's bad.
Everything that's true should expose everything that's false.
Everything that's just should expose everything that's unfair.
Everything that's wise should expose everything that's foolish.
Everything that's honourable should expose everything that's crooked.
Everything that's humane should expose everything that's cruel.
Everything that's kind should expose everything that's mean.
Everything that's transparent should expose everything that's hidden.
Love is a word that we all know,
But is it a word we all live?
And if the answer is a "No,"
We've chosen to take and not give,
All of which will assuredly show,
And hence why many don't forgive,
But in a state of pretense still live.
There's two paths:
One is right and one is wrong,
the latter taken by the weak,
and the former by the strong,
because it's harder to act right,
and easier to act wrong,
but wisdom acting right,
and folly acting wrong.
1. They're All The Same To Me
I don’t care whether someone’s rich, poor, black, white, a waiter, surgeon, Muslim, Jew, atheist or Christian,
'Cause they’re all the same to me — humanity — brothers and sisters; and as far as my circle goes, still in,
'Cause all belong in this world, none less worthy, nor higher or lower, and I thus there should they call on me,
'Cause that’s how things should be, just how I would like them to treat me, and given we’re all one big family.
So I'll not betray them, kick them when they're down, gossip behind their back, stab them in the back, hold them back,
Nor lay a hand on them, fool them, rob them, mock, threaten or manipulate them, nor get my own back,
'Cause what would such say, and all it would do is, drag me down to a level that wouldn't benefit me,
A level I’ll not sink to, 'cause it’s just a dead-end street, something that works against rather than for, sadly.
I don’t
care where they’re from, nor what their past was like, or whether
they’re short, tall, slim, fat, cross-eyed or ugly,
'Cause they’re all the same to me — humanity — brothers and sisters, worthy of thought, time, love, care and mercy.
So on their behalf I'll speak, hoping that they'll do the same for me; and if they don't, it still won't stop me,
I thus true to myself, conscience clear, actions transparent and impartial, thus acting honourably.
I’ll decide for myself what they're like, not what I’m told, letting them defend them self, and overtime grow,
Given that we all err, ebb and flow, deserve another chance; and as for others, what do we really know?
Hence why I won’t label or pigeonhole them, misjudge them, cruelly joke, whether they’re three or ninety three,
And why on their behalf I'll battle, 'cause everyone's deserving of the same freedom and liberty.
I don’t care whether they're liberal or conservative, a meat-eater, vegan, prostitute or tramp,
'Cause they’re all the same to me — humanity — brothers and sisters, whether in this camp, that camp, or camp,
'Cause all are precious, and the greater their need, the greater my response, 'cause the test of our decency
Are the misunderstood, different, disadvantaged, vulnerable, suffering and minority.
By Lance Landall
The poem above is repeated elsewhere on my website due to its need.
2. Oils Over Blood
We live in a world where millions are paid for a Rembrandt or a Picasso,
Yet a life not fetching anything, hence that precious blood that is seen to flow.
One made up of canvas and oils, one made up of flesh and bone, a heart and mind,
One a thing, one a someone, but, “Going, going, gone,” that painting so enshrined.
Yes, one to be coveted and visited by thousands, and day after day,
The other given little thought, left under rubble in a state of decay.
Yes, hours spent on meticulously restoring one, preserving its life,
And the other as if but a ruined canvas that one might take to with a knife.
A man, a woman, a pregnant woman, a child, a baby, someone’s loved one,
Someone who can think, see, hear, smell, taste and feel, until some sad reason is spun.
Yet that ageing painting locked in a vault, or surrounded by security,
Even if you wouldn’t want it on your wall, perhaps a Salvador Dali.
Paintings more valuable than people?! Can you believe it?! Well, so it seems,
Carpet bombs, mines, gunfire, or deliberate starvation destroying their dreams,
Outright targeting or collateral damage — in other words, DISPENSIBLE,
But not that oil painting, the other at the discretion of whoever’s will.
Discretion? Well, that’s a nice way of putting it, the truth even worse, sadly,
And some preferring their own image, a portrait of racism or bigotry.
Hence those retarded mental palettes, selective oils, and why we soon see
Mental paintings removing certain people from life’s picture, ignorantly.
In painting terms, one brushstroke and a person’s gone, no longer on life’s easel,
Which should have the hairs on our own brushes bristling, we angry over such ill.
A life’s a life, not a thing, no matter that artist’s clever presentation,
And this all why we should see every human as a precious creation.
Yes, it’s an outrage that a painting can be worth more, treated more preciously,
Thus one in a museum, one in a morgue, oils over blood — oh, the irony.
A picture may be worth a thousand words (or canvas painting, in this sad case),
But never more valuable than a single member of the human race.
By Lance Landall
3. Anything Else Being But A Lie
Where a President’s lies are legend, and his chosen ones are likewise corrupt,
Where hypocrisy’s found amongst the religious, and racism’s seen to erupt,
Where the media’s being manipulated, and propaganda is rife,
Where warmongers are on the rampage, and there is so little respect for life,
Where the poor are getting poorer, and the rich are getting richer, and where there’s
Injustice, bigotry and intolerance, and violence has upped the gears,
Where there is little left that is wholesome, and dreams are shattered regularly,
Where you’re doubtful that a God exists, and have also lost faith in others, sadly,
But would like to have your faith restored, and some hope rekindled amidst it all
(Like those sad encroachments on liberty, and those strongarm tactics that appal,
Or that cruelty and criminality that bears evidence of a great fall),
Seek the company of those who reveal LOVE, and whose love is seen to stand tall.
In other words, those who’ve respect for life, the preciousness of humanity,
The honourableness of human rights, and who also hate the insanity.
Yes, those who’re upholders of love, truth, good and right, and who’d never hurt or harm,
And who’re never found where there’s strife and commotion, but where there is peace and calm.
For these are the people who’ll encourage and inspire, and the closest you’ll get
To a God or Heaven, not those Christian Nationalists who aid and abet.
It not about enforcement, which never changes hearts and minds, and thus why you
Should avoid such pharisaical company, for little good it will do.
But rather, be found amongst those who are lovers of beauty and harmony,
Those who’re honest and transparent, devoid of guile, people of integrity.
Those whose love encompasses creatures, and calls out the evil of tyranny,
And the evils of oppression and indifference, which reek of misery.
Yes, seek out those who’ve loving hearts and sound minds, those who’re true peacemakers, and who
Would never consent to any human atrocity, and, I must tell you,
Who would never harm this planet either (such the epitome of folly),
But rather, their gratitude reveal via wisdom, enter responsibility .
So, in a world of falsehood, trickery and agendas, let these be your friends,
Though good to all, and harming none, but realising that there’s two paths with two ends,
And the path of LOVE being the best path, and the best end, and this being why
Restored faith and hope is only found there, anything else being but a lie.
And as for a God — well, love hardly coming from a devil, or a black hole,
Given it’s purity, loftiness, for without it, we can never be whole.
All why those who wound and kill, choosing wrong over right, aren’t whole, but dead inside,
And thus all their professing but a facade, a sandcastle soon gone with the tide.
By Lance Landall
4. Couldn't Be More Important
Having lived for over seventy years, I’ve certainly learnt a thing or two,
And what a fool if I hadn’t learnt something, because there are things we need to.
And one of the things I’ve learnt couldn’t be more important, which I’ll share with you:
Love should be the motivation behind everything we think, say and do.
Love that’s genuine, deep love, selfless love, love that inhabits, directs and drives,
Love that keeps one true and healthy, a love that gushes forth onto other lives.
Such love sparing us from so much, it’s wisdom keeping many an ill at bay,
It’s foresight and wide-ranging thought and care having always been seen to pay.
Thus love that kneels where someone’s stricken, compassionately tending to their need,
And always aware of others in general, for there’s many hearts that bleed.
Love that courses through our veins, filtering our thinking, widening our vision,
Sharpening our hearing, closely examining our every decision.
Love that weaves a beautiful tapestry (threads of kindness spun creatively),
The colours of our doings vibrant with tenderness and generosity.
The skillfulness of love’s needlework encouraging others to follow suit,
So that they too, in their lives, may bear the same society enhancing fruit.
And thus society wiser, safer, more wholesome and progressive, which means
Less friction, fewer problems, far less troubles, lower costs, and much brighter scenes.
In other words, happier people, a happier you, sound mind and body,
Thus you getting the best out of your seventy plus years, which in time you’ll see.
By Lance Landall
5. We're A Life
We’re a life, made up of influences, experiences, joys, hurts and pain,
Our DNA, resemblances, mannerisms, schooling — yes, life’s sun and rain.
And no one's understanding of us will be complete, because we are unique,
One of a kind, never to be repeated, no matter how hard some may seek.
Yes, we’re a life, a mixture of many things, even fears and anxieties,
Or insecurities, good and bad things, things that free us or that seem to seize.
Things that aren’t always our fault, poor parenting, for example, and all why we
Can struggle with inner demons — yes, certain things that we came by honestly.
And all we can do is what we can, be it a lot or be it little, and
Others not always there for us — thus sometimes, the bridge of our ship lightly manned.
And many without a crew, and thus their journey largely a solo affair,
Life everything but predictable, and its fabric quite easy to tare.
And so, all we can do is our best, which may not be enough, but there it is,
Hence that daily battle we have, those sighs and cries, be they hers or be they his.
Acceptance taking us half way there, and attitude the rest of the way there,
For we’re a life, a journey, and how we deal with it, as to how well we fare.
6. Dear Neighbour
Just a little note of sorts to let you know just how much we value you,
We fellow seafarers on life’s journey, our ships docked along side with their crew.
Yes, fellow humans, we each having our flaws and foibles, even issues too,
Hence why we need each other, and given those storms all need to make their way through.
All why we see neighbours as fellow sisters and brothers, precious humanity,
Who we’re there for despite our own struggles, sharing love, thought, care and empathy.
It simply how we like to roll, the essence of our joy, and where peace is found,
So thanks for your friendship, that wave, smile, drop in, it all making the world go ’round.
By Lance Landall
7. Come On Everyone
Come on everyone, evil’s had its way for far too long, time it was gone,
Thus love returned to its hi-jacked throne, ruling every heart once set upon.
The weight and darkness of evil’s oppression banished forever, good for good,
The cost of its legacy — evidence abounding — well and truly understood.
The heart’s for loving, the mind’s for wisdom, the whole’s for doing what’s good and right,
The lightness and brightness of love taking over, not an ounce of ill in sight.
Evil but a blinder, hater, wounder, killer, a dictator that controls,
Whereas love is all about being free, and why it just amicably rolls.
So come on everyone, evil’s proven it can’t deliver, not a jot,
And all why once it’s inside one’s heart and mind, one’s very core is seen to rot.
But love cleansing, healing and restoring, its lacquer keeping evil’s ill out,
Thus one no longer a slave and cripple, but loving, sound, resolute and stout.
By Lance Landall
8. If Only Everyone Just Sang
I sat in silence and listened to the beauty of his voice, and deeply thought,
“Is this how angels sing?” Such resonating strongly, hence those emotions fought.
And yet that feeling of moisture in the eye — oh, that song, that music, that gift,
Sound so stirring to one’s soul, it kind of melancholy, and yet with a lift.
His waffling baritone unforced, firm and yet tender, lofty and yet humble,
My heart as if captured, and hate in the world looming as madness, my mind still.
Oh, if only such beauty was felt everywhere, in every heart and mind,
We no longer the cause of ills on Earth, eyes as if opened, no longer blind.
Yes, if only everyone just sang, if only everyone just sang,
And we, on every worthy word and fine musical nuance were to hang.
Our lives lost in such beauty, no longer caught up in the selfish and petty,
But immersed in chords of love, a visible song, renewed humanity.
By Lance Landall
9. Time Enough
Yes, we’ve all the time in the world, time enough for loving, showing thought and care,
Time enough for displaying affection, for stopping to empathise and share,
Time enough for thinking of others, opportunities beckoning each day,
Whereby others may be blessed by some comment or action as we make our way.
Oh yes, we’ve time enough for loving, for acting kindly, compassionately,
For helping some poor soul in need, be it physically or emotionally.
So may it be that we actually take that time to spread the love around,
And given that such is where true happiness, greater joy, and friendship is found.
By Lance Landall
10. Because Of Us
That others hurt because of us is a real tragedy, and even more so
Given human intelligence, that ability to understand and know.
We far from ignorant, our inner self aware that it’s wrong to wound and kill,
Something cosmic telling us, and why over such, we can’t feel comfortable.
Yes, there being a source we’re connected to, such surely undeniable,
’Cause intelligence such as ours couldn’t just evolve, nor via determined will.
No, we not a thing, nor a creature, but a human, and quite a mystery
Given what we know about ourselves is pretty small, thus humble we should be.
And aware of the incredibleness of human life, each others value,
That uniqueness and individuality that makes me, me, and you, you.
All why it’s not alright to hurt or harm, ownership of others being no one’s,
Yet still those moronic fists and guns, which even higher intelligence shuns.
By Lance Landall
11. Your Response Here, Defines You
We seem to be living in a time of unprecedented bugs, cruel new strains,
And it’s hardly any wonder where hygiene hasn’t had its hands on the reigns.
The latter seriously important, hence that needed hand washing, and so
We acting wisely, healthily — and we having just been through Covid, you know.
But here’s the other thing, THOUGHTLESSNESS, and remembering what goes ’round comes ’round,
Be it your thoughtlessness, or their thoughtlessness, and how more ill people are found.
They getting it off you, or you getting it off them, and many others too,
Who unfairly end up suffering from a nasty cold or horrible flu.
Such thoughtlessness is a MEAN thing, which doesn’t say much for us, if at fault here,
And more so if a Christian, say, for how they should treat others, has been made clear.
But be one a Christian or not, what sort of a person doesn’t take care here,
Because that’s hardly kind, nor fair, and the cost of doctors and medicine dear.
So if you’ve a cold or flu, the beginning or last stage of such, please take care,
Avoiding meetings, shaking hands, and preparing food, and remembering here:
That who you infect may suffer far worse than you, have complications, and why
They may end up hospitalised, and if an elderly person, they could die.
And all why where you can’t avoid contact, make sure you wear a mask, thus showing
DECENCY, and should you have a runny nose, please mind that sneezing or blowing.
Yes, get well away from others, best step outside, as what’s airborne travels far,
And stop and think before taking a taxi, or jumping in somebody’s car.
The truth is, the kind of person you are, will show in your response here, and thus
You either thoughtful or thoughtless (and why over protest, shouldn’t make a fuss,
But rather, apologise, because the thoughtless one is in the wrong, and here
Deserving of a REBUKE, because like I said, it’s SELFISH, UNKIND and UNFAIR).
All why you’d be quick to complain if such a one gave you a cold or the flu,
And more so if it went through your family as well, as these things mostly do.
There's no love in thoughtlessness, nor in sneering at “Wash hands” or “Wear a mask” signs,
Which are there for a very good reason, and which the person you are, defines.
And if your partner has the flu or a cold, and you don’t (maybe), take care too,
Because you might well transmit such, having been in close contact, and things do brew.
So let people KNOW, avoiding hugs and handshakes, minimising potential,
Because it can be a pretty miserable thing when ones coughing or ill,
And remembering that your response here, DEFINES you, how others may view you.
But no, you wish to argue, bugs everywhere, got to build immunity,
When many have a compromised immune system, or they're weak and elderly.
Thus only folly maximising bugs rather than minimising them, and
All why signs are needed, which any reasonable person will understand.
It's because of THOUGHTLESSNESS that signs are often needed, for even where told,
Many — so very inconsiderately — still turn up with that flu or cold.
"I'm pretty much past it," some say, coughing away, showing their lack of thought and care,
It seemingly too inconvenient for them to act otherwise — oh dear,
How do you reach those who just don't want to hear, and their flu or cold CHOOSE to share?
By Lance Landall
12. Us Making The Best Of Things
We all start off with dreams, and dreams are okay, but along comes reality,
That which leaves many dreams in tatters — yes, that which seems to plague humanity.
All why we’re better to settle for contentment, catching a dream where we can,
But where such alludes us, we continuing on, there being other days to plan.
We all like to dream, but life’s really all about us making the best of things,
We hardly living in Paradise — and oft from the hands of others, ill springs.
We living amongst predators and charlatans, the evil and the angry,
Many of the latter having been wounded too, and hence their own sad cruelty.
And thus hopes so oft dashed, and why those little things in life aren’t quite so little,
But to be enjoyed for their own sake, those things we take for granted, like being well,
Having our eyesight and hearing, thus able to read and listen, walk and talk,
We still having our own life’s blackboard, and therefore, that creative use of chalk.
And how it’s used depends on us, whether we’ve an attitude of gratitude,
Our birth having given us a chance we mightn’t have got, enter aptitude.
We effectively having nothing to lose, and when it comes to hurt and pain,
We simply being there for each other, thus acting like raincoats in the rain.
By Lance Landall
13. Roots
Roots mean a lot, hence those programmes where kids are looking for their birth parents, and
Wanting to know why they were adopted out, that they may better understand.
Such nagging them, and there’s nothing like your own parents, even with their faults too,
Which those adopted kids know and feel; not so much those who such haven’t been through.
And so, you might have a gripe with your parents, but at least you’ve got them, and why
They should be appreciated, which those adopted kids would tell you, who cry:
“If only I could find my birth mother, or my birth dad, more so both of them,”
And why if you haven’t been adopted, you should be careful not to condemn;
And by that I mean, no parent is without his or her faults, and thus they too,
Victims of their own background, and why their parenting methods may’ve gone askew.
Thus it better to err on the side of grace, and not take them for granted here,
’Cause at least they’re there, and that pain of being adopted, you don’t have to share.
By Lance Landall
14. The Time Will Come
The time will come when your parents aren’t there, usually one before the other,
And when they’re gone, and regarding both your mum and dad, there’ll not be another,
And why you should bear this in mind, because when they’re gone, your roots will be gone too,
For both are your origin, they having chosen to have kids so there’d be you.
And if you’re glad you’re you, and here, you owe them a lot, for you wouldn’t have been
Had they chosen otherwise, as many do, forgoing that family scene.
And they spent years raising you, certain things sacrificed, and raising children dear,
Both financially and emotionally, for there can be a lot to bear.
So yes, such should be borne in mind, taken into account midst criticism,
Parenting fraught with issues, and the more kids, the more issues, even schism.
Each child different, sometimes a mystery, and sometimes the cause of much pain,
And why many good marriages falter or buckle under the daily strain.
And all for your sake, dear son or daughter, so that you could exist, get wed too,
So mind, because there’s karma, and who knows what your kids may think or say of you.
Parents just your beginning, the rest up to you, so I’d grab such gratefully,
Someone having to raise you, and how many out there can do that perfectly?
And how worse off are you? Does it truly justify telling the world, when there’s
Stories like you may never have heard, and thus how minor your accusing tears?
We’re born into a world where many die early, and others barely survive,
And why it’s a blessing if the rest of us are managing, and are still alive.
So they don't owe you anything, you out on your own now, though I need to say,
That due to their love for you, their help and support will no doubt come your way.
But mind your expectations, you're the caretaker of your own life, and if you bleed,
May well have to put that plaster on yourself, and likewise, take care of any need.
By Lance Landall
15. There's A Much Bigger Picture
Why is it that in a world where we’re facing mega issues, major concern,
We’re so caught up in petty goings-on (when from such childish things we should turn)?
All why I feel like shouting, “People are suffering out there!” — terribly so,
And yet, out come the knives, that grudge holding, what immaturity’s bound to show.
All when we should be vigilant regarding peace, civil-religious liberty,
Those inroads into free speech, and condemning warmongering and tyranny.
But no, out comes those childish spats and tantrums, those childish wants and demands too,
When the world’s on a knife edge, and this planet’s in big trouble, but no, “Boohoo.”
The truth is, we need to be bigger than such nonsense, thus acting like adults,
And putting behind us all those petty squabbles, that spitefulness, those insults.
Self looking at the bigger picture, and letting love and sense have all the say,
Otherwise we’ll be caught by fate’s incoming tide, all because we want our way.
When we indulge in personal soap operas, Coronation Street episodes,
We show little regard for the real issues, and soul-destroying heavy loads,
Like poverty, oppression, persecution and so on, all going on;
And while we’re distracted, it might soon be us that wolves set their cruel sights upon.
Yes, when our focus is elsewhere, we’re hardly watchful, more likely to be caught
(Snoozing, one might say), and there’s always consequences come lack of care and thought.
Others needing our attention, rights being violated at every turn,
And our very own hopes and dreams (if we’re not careful) about to crash and burn.
There are clearly forces at work, both cosmic and earthly, yet there’s still that “me,”
When we need to be awake to things, aware of the current enormity.
It’s like two kids fighting over a sandwich when a lion’s approaching, or
When someone nearby is drowning, who, midst that nonsense and thoughtlessness, neither saw.
If we don’t believe in life beyond this one, we should make the most of this one,
Not wasting it on petty grievances that rob us of more positive sun.
However, life beyond or not, it simply makes sense to avoid what wastes time,
And to lessen any aggravation, midst helping the stricken mend or climb.
But hey, there’s that bigger picture again, like what future’s facing our children,
Both the world and our planet in strife, and all why we shouldn’t make folly grin.
And so, we far bigger than the petty, our time being spent on worthy things,
And that which will change things for the better, from which greater joy and pleasure springs.
Sadly, the pettiness of people can reach pathetic levels, and many
Having the sensitivity of an infant, even responding spitefully.
Many grown-ups not having grown up, and when the world’s in need of grown-ups, who
See the bigger picture, and take the bigger path, which everyone should do.
And certainly when the world’s in dire straits, and every hand’s needed on deck,
Corruption, violence and criminality rampant, gone much held in check.
And so, we shouldn’t carry our grievances ’round with us all the time, like Trump,
Who, on the world too, all his hatred, baggage and ills, has been seen to dump.
By Lance Landall
16. Destroyers Of The World
The world’s in the mess it is because of bad leaders, leaders wrongly chosen,
Character having been considered least rather than most, and why we’re frozen.
Yes, stuck in a time of warmongering, and so it will remain until we
Choose those leaders who won’t go a warring, leaders of honour and dignity.
In other words, not those leaders who’ve not just got character flaws, but issues,
And hence their danger to us all, and why more and more are reaching for tissues;
No answers forthcoming, we still in danger, thus tears continuing to flow,
And so it’ll be until we choose rightly, something that we should already know.
It seems we’re stuck with those who’ve agendas, weak leaders who’ve turned into bullies,
And why control over our lives and the world that we live in, they wish to seize.
Too late seems to be how we learn, and now, too late altogether, possibly,
And could it because of our character that we’ve chosen so dreadfully?
By Lance Landall
17. As If It's Just Another Day
They’re not just killing more people, don’t forget, but they're killing our planet too,
Poisoning it to death, those explosions full of deadly toxins, which they spew.
And those poisons don’t disappear overnight, but remain, thus leaching away,
Continuing to take lives, or damage lives, as if it’s just another day.
Well, it’s not just another day, because we can’t afford another day, so
It needs to stop NOW, the land, sea and sky sick, can’t sustain that blow after blow.
Oh, so much destruction, be it buildings, crops, or INFRUSTRUCTURE, and why we
Need to stop all that warmongering, it even threatening humanity.
Can’t they see? Don’t they care? They’re fouling their nest, our nest, and we’ve only the one,
Which is getting beyond healing, yet off for more destructive weapons they run.
The world’s on a knife edge, our planet too, but still that thoughtless insanity,
That sad suicidal tendency that seems to bedevil humanity.
By Lance Landall
18. Two Very Different Levels
Creatures may show affection, and they do have their feelings, but never like us,
Because our human emotion is on a whole different level, and thus
Our feelings so complex, tied to this and that, the past and present, and why we
Have such depths and states of feeling, all tied to intellect, personality.
And thus the pain we may suffer being greater given our intelligence,
Once again on a whole different level, hence that need of due diligence;
Our greater capacity demanding a moral responsibility,
And why regarding humanity, there’s that call for accountability.
And why regarding others, we need to show much thought and sensitivity,
Lest we injure via word or behaviour; and here, talking emotionally.
Our character playing the largest part here, and whether we’ve integrity,
That nobleness befitting a higher intelligence, our humanity.
All why when that higher intelligence isn’t exercised as it should be,
Humans turn to what we call "animal behaviour," violence and cruelty.
In other words, plain stupidity, criminality and insanity,
Which degrades and destroys that higher state granted to humanity.
By Lance Landall
19. Pity Help Us
You might think Trump’s bad, but even worse is, his administration, one could say,
Because they must know themselves how bad Trump is, and yet, they’re not prepared to say,
Nor do something, and that’s appalling, he the worst president that’s ever been,
The world alarmed, shocked, disgusted, and hence that chaotic American scene.
So, how could those in his administration be so derelict in their duty?
The evidence right in front of them, they not that blind — well, I should say, surely,
I mean, the rest of the world seeing, the majority of Americans,
Yet that administration, and minority, seemingly happy with Trump’s sins.
And those sins are BIG ones, corruption, cruelty, the filthiest profanity,
Warmongering, aiding and abetting other tyrants, sheer hypocrisy.
Oh yes, the list of sins even longer than those mentioned here, and yet we see
Blind, or more so, self-serving allegiance, because how could they not know, surely.
To not admit to truth, clear evidence, when it’s right in front of their faces,
Not only that runaway government, but America too, disgraces.
So what’s going on here, we having never seen anything like it, and yet
All the sins under the sun, a travesty that history will not forget.
And who's America to set itself up as the world’s policeman, and who
Wants a BAD policeman, whose moral high ground has been well and truly shot through?
America now a rogue nation, indulging in terrorism, and why we
Have reason for fear, and more so when it’s wrongly using Christianity.
Those citizens who still support that corrupt president and administration
Share the very same guilt, and by their doing so, have destroyed their nation.
America's credibility absolutely shattered, it now hated,
Along with the fact that there's no democracy left to be celebrated.
When a democratic (cosmetic, in this case) nation allows (foolishly)
A president to stay in power, who, psychiatrists (most alarmingly)
Consider a very real and present danger, such is very concerning,
Very telling, and which begs the question, why on earth are people not learning?
What's also telling is that cage fight organised for his eightieth birthday,
A horrid colosseum type thing, but cold, cruel, brutality his way.
Yes, all those innocent deaths he's responsible for, including that girl's school,
Some Commander-in-Chief, I say, who's so determined to get his errant way.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned on 10 June 2026 and added to on the 16th.
Dr John Gartner, founder of Duty To Warn, and co-author of the book The Dangerous Case Of Donald Trump,
has stated that Donald Trump is the sickest individual that he has encountered in 40 years of clinical practice, describing him as displaying extreme symptoms suggesting dementia combined with malignant narcissism
and sadism, and further stated that Trump gets incredible satishfaction from destroying things and hurting people.
20. Without Feeling
War, by its diabolical nature, displays contempt for humanity,
And all why it is carried out by those who have no love for humanity.
Hence the Putins, Trumps and Netanyahu’s, all having a bad character, and
Phycological issues, hence the evils and atrocities that are planned.
Yes, none of them see life as sacrosanct, nor are they loving men, but cruel men,
Responsible for terrible suffering, attacking again and again.
War’s a destructive business, pursued by those who have not love, those who don’t care,
Which is why they kill the innocent — kids! — and gladly create chaos and fear.
Yes, it’s no big deal to them, but money and power certainly are, and why
They pursue such, even if in the pursuit of such, others suffer and die.
All why we should choose leaders carefully, and some try to rig an election,
And all why their background, character and record, need a thorough inspection.
By Lance Landall
21. It's Never Right
It’s never right for soldiers to take part in an illegal war, and therefore,
When they do, they become guilty too, and thus should feel the full weight of the law.
“Following orders” is never an excuse, merely skewed justification,
All why they need to show backbone and moral strength come such a situation.
Defending one’s country is one thing, attacking someone else’s another,
The latter being but terrorism, be it blatant or undercover.
And so, where international law is ignored, and war crimes carried out,
That’s when every soldier who is worth his uniform would quickly get out.
Yes, there maybe a cost, but there’s a cost for war crimes too, legal and mind wise,
One never able to rest easy with such guilt, and having bought into lies.
A war either justified or not, and innocent citizens out of bounds,
Those school, hospitals, homes, and that needed infrastructure, for which there’s no grounds.
We’ve living in times of rampant lies, propaganda and false flags, and all why
Soldiers need to be informed — enter research — and thus “Foul” may well have to cry.
Following orders might mean acting criminally and immorally,
Which would effectively make any such soldier a foe of humanity.
By Lance Landall
Despite
It’s not good to hate, though its sometimes understandable,
Given those warring atrocities so cruel and evil,
But where you might feel hatred, don’t turn to violence too,
For there would be another fool, and heart that’s gone askew,
And why returning ill for ill, you should never think to,
And lest karma also feel the need of visiting you,
Because you should know better, where aware of such evil,
Thus without excuse, despite anger that’s understandable.
By Lance Landall
Rhyming article.
An Interesting Or Critical Conversation?
“Do you want to be a good man, a hero?” he asked me.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“Well,
son,” he began, as he eyed me searchingly, “It takes strength,
discipline and commitment. It’s not for the fainthearted, son, but the
wide-eyed, and it’s what you need to become. It’s not about deeds, son, but one’s heart, how one thinks, lives, and upon what one feeds.”
“Feeds?” I questioned. “Yes, son, good fertiliser good crop — cultivation — thus any bad field we shun, toxins, weeds, and why you need to be well fenced too, son.
“Well fenced,” I questioned again.
“Yes,
son, you don’t want just anything coming in, and then, there’s
maintenance, those daily checks and balances, son, one never done, it
ongoing, thus one never slowing, but pushing on, even when set upon,
and there is seen the hero or
heroine, and why it takes thick skin, a mind that’s set on its course,
and a heart that’s willing, of course — passionate — one a believer, sold on the idea, thus it a driving force.”
“So, what obstacles might I face?” I asked him.
“Well, son, we can get tired, worn down by life.”
I stared at him, he seeming to have actually had a hard life.
“It’s
too easy to get discouraged,” he continued, “ More so where one’s not
encouraged, and where up against ill and evil, assaults and insults,
those who aren’t into goodness, son, but without effort and courage, no battles won.”
He
smiled at me, as if reaching out to me, and I could see the goodness
beneath his rough exterior, and he not coming across as if superior,
but thoughtfully concerned, and given what he had also largely learned.
“We
do our best, son, and that’s all we can do, but we keep it up, son, and
that’s the nature of a true hero or heroine, it a state of mind, a way
of life, not really a battle we win.
It’s a choice, son, the right choice, the best
choice, I believe, and after all, what good do bad men do? — and all
why this world is largely like it is too, but it’s your call.
It’s
easy to choose otherwise, son, to take the wrong path, raise your fist
or pull a gun, such but weakness, and lack of control, there no goal,
unless it’s to create further ill, thus one a shell, no substance, a mere pawn or puppet, or dictator, son, a curse to humanity, when all’s said and done.
Bad
deeds cause bad things, which can even return to bite, the difference
between right and wrong like day and night, yet we’re still tempted to
err sometimes, son, possibly provoked, or given that somethings may
appear as if fun, but that’s where strength comes in, moral muscle’s,
discipline.
We’ll make mistakes, and I’ve certainly made a few,
all why I’ve regrets too, but it’s the heart’s intention that matters,
son, and the mind being where every ill has begun, because as we think,
so we are, there always that link, and thus gone many a budding star,
who, far too low set the bar.”
“What’s a bar exactly,” I inquired, beginning to feel inspired.
“As
in high-jump, son, he replied, no answer denied, “Set it too low, and
it’s of little achievement, so it needs to be set for a champion, son,
someone who intends to deliver, not stall or dither, nor under pressure
whither, it all about integrity, what we live up to, thus what we
think, say and do. Greatness only comes from goodness, son, and behind
goodness there’s love, thus it’s as the web is spun, just like as the
twig is bent, and here, upbringing is meant, for that’s really where it begins, son.
But
it’s never too late to make that call, though meantime damage would’ve
been best prevented, many ills having been done before some have
repented, seen the light, turned the corner, changed direction, and
hence that need of reflection. So I wish you all the best, son, and you’ll truly benefit too, as will others for having known you, or those who’ve crossed your path, and then there’s that silent
witness, people noticing, you know, and as they come and go, thus
goodness having a greater impact than you may think, so should you
sink, sadly, you could take others with you, they possibly having
looked up to you, and thus budding converts to goodness too.
So yes, I wish you all the best, son, and remember, son, good means challenging
evil, speaking out against ill, good people not keeping silent or
sitting still, but working in the best interests of humanity,
recognising their responsibility, because good people know better, and
that’s exactly why they’ve chosen to be good!
By Lance Landall
Rhyming article.
Love And Humanity
“Tell me, friend,” he asked, as in the pleasure of a sunny day his hearer basked, “Are you a lover of humanity?”
“Well.” John replied, “I certainly love my friends and family.”
The
old man sighed, aware of the divide, “That’s easy,” he said in return,
this boy having something to learn, “And that’s good, but it only goes
so far, is somewhat below the bar,” and then he looked a bit closer at
John. “Is love only for friends and family?”
A bit of squirming
took place, and some wincing of the face, “No,” John replied, but not
exactly convincingly; he not so sure about that bit about humanity.
“Are the rest only for others
to love?” the old man questioned again, though a little more intently,
and then, a bit more squirming took place, a little shade of red
crossing John’s face. “Is love a personal thing or a universal thing?”
the old man questioned further, like a bird hovering on the wing.
“Love’s love,” John replied with a shrug, possibly thinking no further than an affectionate hug.
“So what is
love?” John heard in reply, his mouth starting to feel a little dry.
“Surely you know given that you told me you love your friends and
family, which, I must say, is very worthy, though most loving their friends and family.”
John
didn’t know quite where to look, he hardly off the hook, and thinking
in terms of love being a feeling, undoubtedly, common territory.
“Love’s
a conscious choice,” the old man broke in, concern in his voice, “A
doing word, even, and not tailored to a few people, or a number of
people, but having universal application, thus it stopping at any and
every station, and so, we loving even where not liking, love way above
feelings, though feelings it will show, and so, we still showing
thought and care to those we don’t like, and thus where they’re in
need, we getting off our bike, all being precious, you know, part of the human family.”
The
penny seemed to be starting to drop, there always being seeds before a
crop, thus John listening more attentively, cogs starting to move if
somewhat haltingly.
“So, love’s not just about the heart, but it’s also a mind
thing, thus like a horse with its cart,” the old man continued, “An
attitude, a mental frame on which the heart can hang, swing and sing,
love not just being any old thing, like that nonsense that passes for love these days, not true love’s ways.
No,
love’s built of solid stuff like goodness, faithfulness,
trustworthiness, kindness, sympathy, mercy, standards, principles,
values and morality — integrity — and all why it’s not seen where
there’s the likes of violence, warmongering, tyranny, dishonesty,
corruption, deceit or even vanity. And love shows concern for all, a
selfless response free of prejudice and partiality, it thus standing
tall, its consistent thought and care legendary, and how one even gains
the respect of one’s enemy.”
John was starting to get the picture, thus more water filling his mental pitcher.
“You
see, love’s still there when the party’s over, Rover, when the magic’s
gone, when the going’s got rough and one’s been set upon, it not based
on romantic notions, those up and down, come and go, childish or
hormonal emotions, but still solid, unlike the wishy washy, and why it
still behaves amicably, despite disagreement or even a parting of ways,
and all of which maturity conveys.
“I get what you’re saying,” John broke in, his pride dented but smarter, thus steel replacing tin.
“Love,”
the old man continued, “Forgives the deepest hurt, sharpest pain,
because love is something that doesn’t wane, unlike that boy and girl
affair that can soon go off the boil, and thus both in shouting matches
embroil. Love doesn’t come with an on and off switch, and nor does it
need charging, which, given the importance of such here, is why your
understanding I’m enlarging.”
John nodded his head, “Yes, it’s like you said, has
to be, and such making a lot of sense to me. And there truly being a
big difference between love and infatuation, the latter an unfortunate
and problematic situation.”
“Yes,” the old man replied, “But love
itself being on a level of its own, occupying the throne, and from
which derives those other types of love, including that one between
courting couples, which will only survive if built on the actual
matrix, if that clicks?”
“Yes it does,” John agreed, “I can see
that need, otherwise their relationship isn’t anchored, held fast, and
come some trough or storm, probably won’t last.”
“Exactly, friend,” the old man nodded, feeling that he’d got there in the end.
“There
are people I don’t like,” he continued, not quite ready to mount his
bike, “But I’d never harm them, hurt them, or deceive them, because
love wouldn’t think to, and why what’s right
I do (and why I’d still help them), not do what’s wrong, the latter
weakness, which leads to bleakness, and given those consequences that
come along. I’m no foe of humanity,” he said, shaking his head, “But a friend of humanity, thus anti wounding or killing, that warmongering with its destructive and murderous shelling; it plain insanity.”
The old man paused, he thinking of all the suffering that such caused, and that damage to the Earth, and how more ills give birth. It’s leaders, he mused, always leaders, bad leaders — oh, how they lead astray, or betray, having all the say, thus power and money getting its way.
“Say, has love got anything to do with religion?” John asked, his growing confidence unmasked.
“Love transcends religion,” the old man replied, “But should surely be the hallmark
of every religion, and given how it blesses and benefits everyone,
religious or not, thus hardly harm done, but goodness wise, there’s
such a lot.
Sometimes it can be hard
to love, especially when we’re hurting or low, but love we should still
show, because such is the better, bigger and wiser way to go, the
alternative hurting us more in the long run, and why grudges, spite and
revenge all should shun.
Yes, love knows the lonely road, that
painful indifference, what it’s like to have to bear some heavy load,
how hard it can be to take some things on the chin, especially where
others are seen to laugh or grin.
But love’s not meant to be silly, of course, a foolish course, so, we not letting others walk all over us, because they too
must grow, and thus we letting them know, for not doing so,
irresponsibility would show. However, there are times when we should
brush things off, take the higher ground, even walk away, thus acting
sound, because there’s a time for speech and a time for silence, and
also a time for tolerance and forbearance, that example we should show.”
“And say, where does love come from?” John inquired, suddenly inspired.
The old man deliberated a moment, thinking, that is, his eyes twinkling,
“At
the end of the day, friend, there are clearly two forces, good and
evil, and love certainly doesn’t come from evil, but battles against evil, love wining one over, evil running one over, taking us down, one bearing a smile, if you will, and the other bearing a frown,
Christians view God
as the source of love, but the thing is, that love exists, just as evil
exists, and one is beautiful and the other is ugly, thus both
obvious to see, and one’s clearly from a good source, and one’s clearly
from a bad source, and hence that choice we make, that path we take,
one for better, one for worse, one a blessing, and one a curse.
Yes, take a look at this world, friend, and you can see
evil’s curse, corruption and anarchy, or love’s humanitarianism,
charity, stand for justice and accountability, and how love changes
people too, thus the old giving way to the new, and right across
humanity.”
The old man appeared ready to go, words now ceasing to flow.
“Thank
you, sir,” John stated affirmatively, grasping love’s centrality, that
right and need of loving all, that criticalness of love’s impact
universally; one not just loving one’s own, but letting love have its
all embracing throne.
The old man’s eyes seemed to shine, and he turned to go.
“Love you, man,” John quietly uttered, as a tear threatened to flow.
“I
heard that,” the old man replied. “You’ll go a long way, friend,” and a
few days later he died, but love beaming with pride, for what a seed he
was seen to sow, and how we may never know what we might leave behind,
which fertile ground may find and grow.
John’s mind began to
churn, there so much to learn, and here, how love’s been short changed,
personally rearranged, even reduced to a mere word, your interpretation
or mine, and when, without
love, there would go the vine, we but useless branches, it thus dog
eat dog, fist and gun, and yet, love seemingly on the decline, and hence humanity’s decline, there being sign after sign, and all why love is not only critical and urgent, but pivotal.
Love
works in our best interests, provides the safeguards, the checks and
balances — in other words, holds the cards, provides the answer, the
antidote to insanity, that destructive self-centredness plaguing
humanity, despite us all being links in a chain, brothers and sisters,
and why in the ways of love, for all, each little child we should
train. So, like the old man said, now sadly amongst the dead, are you a
lover of humanity, or simply your friends and family?
By Lance Landall
In the depths of my humanity,
I know that I have been created,
And thus all why monkey-wise,
I'm simply not related,
And to those who think otherwise,
and thus themselves dehumanise,
The following must be stated:
We're far more precious than evolution could
ever let us realise.
SEE CAUTIONARY NOTE HOME PAGE.
Christian content or degree.
22. Off-Track Delusional Men
Iran in your sights now, President Trump, more killing on your mind, bombs away,
As if human life means nothing to you, just another warmongering day.
And when Iran’s no threat to you, hasn’t attacked you, nor was planning too, sir,
And they having their own loved ones, hopes, dreams or faith — oh, how terribly you err.
You say, “God bless America.” What, a killing machine, the CIA, ICE?
And how many regime changes now, and of what else do you want a big slice,
Or more? And as if a soldier’s life means nothing too, just send them here or there,
As if God would feel the same way, all lives to be treated with the greatest care.
But you want Venezuela, Greenland, even Gaza, and if not, its look out,
The U.S. having become a rogue state, and a terrorist, who laws is seen to flout.
Yes, hardly a country that God can bless, but rather, leave to some sorry end,
A peaceful lamb having turned into a nasty dragon — oh, how you pretend.
God’s blessing was removed from ancient Israel for violating His will,
And why He allowed them to be taken into captivity, suffer ill.
Hence why you’ve lost certain allies, and why your reputation is in tatters,
Thus America needing to realise too, that doing things God’s way, matters.
So, America looking pretty sick, and like a monster, actually,
And thus you and your administration the least liked in U.S. history.
Oh yes, your erring costing bigtime, and in many ways, and why God’s not there,
But only in Christ-like hearts and minds, for those who love Him, your ills wouldn’t dare.
Soldiers are there to protect their country, not for empire building, attacking,
And why those illegal wars and forays of yours, God would hardly be backing.
But some errant Christians having you thinking that He is behind it all, when
He definitely isn’t, but once again, it’s off-track delusional men.
“Love your enemies,” God says, so even when attacked by another nation,
We shouldn’t respond with war crimes, any kind of human rights violation.
And soldiers (like us) being God’s creation (precious), not for using wrongly,
And where they are used so, you can bet that there’ll be an accountability.
And I’d be careful about going after other Leaders of sovereign states,
Because God will be going after certain leaders too, though meantime, He waits.
And given your authoritarianism, who are you to condemn them,
And bearing in mind that tyrants, God has always been seen to strongly condemn.
Yes, God will have His day, because what we’ll be judged by first and foremost will be
How we’ve treated others — and when it comes to such, God is extremely fussy.
In other words, hurting and harming’s out, all to be treated with love and care,
And hence why many world leaders, President Trump, will have good reason for fear.
So how many more will die because of you, both citizens and soldiers, who
Needn’t have died? And surely there are some things that soldiers should refuse to do.
Yes, they held accountable too; and not preventing what you can prevent, sir,
Is just as bad a crime, and which the very same strong penalty will incur.
And so, more destruction, as if this planet hasn’t suffered enough — and why you,
President Trump, aren’t pleasing God by fouling our nest, and which we’re told not to.
God having said that He’ll destroy the destroyers of Earth, and rightly so too,
Their hearts and minds polluted, and if they got their way, the same in Heaven they’d do.
All why down here is where it starts, no magic wand, just repentance, then that change,
One acting Christ-like and not beast-like, and so, sir, you’ve a lot to rearrange.
Otherwise, your fate’s decided, you having made that choice, and hence how it goes,
We either a lover of others, or another of humanity’s foes;
And as for that sham Board of Peace, hypocrisy and guile in neon fashion glows.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned 1 February 2025.
For more poems regarding such, see my pages The Truth About Love, and Wisdom And Truth Matter.
When we don't hold leaders to account, their audacity is soon seen to mount.
Rhyming article containing Christian content or degree.
Just Thinking
When
I think of Donald Trump, and all the ill he’s inflicted, and how given
his background, it should’ve been expected, I’m reminded of love and
affirmation, and how they may’ve changed the situation, both critical
in those younger years, and so too, that instilling of respect for
every soul, which here, was clearly lacking, hence that bombing
toll, that threat to destroy a whole civilisation, and with it, the
clear revelation, that this man is a great danger to us all, whose lies
are legendary tall.
And not just him, but others like him, whose
background sets things up, and hence that poisoned cup, that lack of
mercy, that lack of love and compassion for humanity, hence some
atrocity, be it a mass shooting, say, or if power’s
come their way, genocide, a delight in inflicting pain, there no
morality to guide, no inner feelings like with me and you, and thus evil seen to reign, hence that destructive warmongering campaign, being another Napolean but his aim.
Yes,
a life meaningless to him, thus a nuclear bomb really appealing to him,
and as for God, heavenly accountability — well, where was that influence? — love, truth and honourableness missing, and church attendance missing, so no brakes there, no inner code of any
kind, and how we find, a tyrant at the helm, and now, that corrupt
White House realm, unlike nothing we have known, but the seeds having
been sown.
Love your enemies? Why would he even think to? Such foreign to his heart, his thinking too, despite his holding that Bible aloft, and why at those Trump
Bibles, many have scoffed, for loud is the hypocrisy, even blasphemy,
coming from both him and his religious supporters, hence his attack on
reporters, because truth isn’t his style, and all why the devil must
smile, if you believe as I do, convinced that God is true.
And
yes, He died for Donald Trump too, but where there’s no belief followed
by action, nor remorse, but infraction after infraction, why would
Trump expect eternity, he but a foe of humanity, and thus his Christian profession but a profanity.
No
loving Saviour would approve of his angry rants and threats, nor his
ruining of this planet, and how blacker his record gets, toxic
chemicals poisoning the Earth, from which further ills give birth, and all preventable, but restraint not his way, nor is emulating Christ
his way, love playing no part, he and Heaven worlds apart, and why when
they’re babes, that sanctity of life must start, backed up by example,
or, greater in the potential for evil.
The undisciplined and overindulged child can also mar humanity, creating their own
issues within society, and not just that child deprived or messed up
emotionally, but oh, the Trumps, Putins and Netanyahs of this world
unleashing hell, blood all over their hands, corruption as well, and
hence that need of early intervention, and need I mention, that strong
sense of morality, that compassion and love for humanity, which
ignored, not instilled, is plain insanity, and why we’re seeing what
we’re seeing, and given that they don’t believe in accountability.
And without a God, where would be
morality, just man-made rules, destined to be broken, rebelliously,
like is seen with criminality, and why that code must be in the heart,
along with love, for glue there must
be, and there’s no glue stronger than the heavenly, nothing more life
changing too, but not that some might think so, given that MAGA
hypocrisy that's on show, but that’s Christendom, not Christianity, just people well astray, like Trump, who any church pulpit has no right to thump.
Where
there’s no love and compassion for humanity, we see nothing but
wholesale insanity, and here, religion that’s sought to dare, aligning
itself with political corruption, thus part
of that corruption, and having chosen a man psychiatrists have warned
is a sadist, and why we have a government at its maddest, from which
nothing good can come, and hence that rule of thumb: Only choose
leaders of character, free of phycological issues and mental decline,
or someone’s death warrant such will sign, or it could be many, when
there shouldn’t be any.
By Lance Landall
This article was penned 9 August 2026.
Christian content or degree.
23. God's Not Behind The Wars Of Today
If they tell you Jesus is backing a war, don’t believe it, ’cause that’s a lie,
That old theocracy long gone, a new order ushered in, yet how some try.
But “Do not murder,” “Turn the other cheek,” and “Love your enemies,” rings loud and clear,
’Cause Christ came to save and preserve lives, He considering everyone dear.
So, even if He supposedly appears on Earth, and endorses some war,
You’ll know that it’s a fake messiah, ’cause why would Christ contravene His own Law?
“Do good to them who mistreat you,” He said, peace and harmony what He’s after,
And why He’ll soon deal with those whose war crimes have them bending over with laughter.
Much in the Old Testament has been misunderstood and misused, and hence why
Much that’s done in God’s name knows nothing of Him, and why wars I just wouldn’t buy.
The Christian is to have nothing to do with violence, harming anyone,
And Christian militarism but a Constantine thing, not of the Son.
And as for the past, God’s prerogatives aren’t ours, His directions His alone,
As in the ruling of ancient Israel, thus we not taking them as our own.
Context everything, and that particular passage of time, and why we,
As Christians, that is, are to go by the teachings of Christ — goodbye weaponry.
Contrary to what some think, God’s never wanted killing, but here on this Earth,
And given our fallen condition, certain complexities have given birth.
If true faith had been put in God at the time, there would’ve been less bloodshed, or none,
Though justified Divine wrath has its place, and why, “Vengeance is Mine,” says the Son.
But as far as wars go today, how many have been illegal, a war crime scene,
Which one should have no part in, thus one’s conscience and heart kept sound and clean.
Hypocrisy exposing the Christian to that same loss of eternity,
Soon to be felt by warmongers, destroyers of Earth — and so judged, they should be.
Yes, how evil that innocent children are slowly dying under rubble,
Or pregnant women, and why such killers deserve to be ashes and stubble.
Heaven hardly for such stony hearts, nor for the racist or bigoted, who here
Given their atrocities, lack of integrity, have good reason for fear.
The God of love’s no fool, repentance needed, that change of direction — and here,
Just how to live a Christ-like life (genuinely), the Bible makes very clear.
Grace covering our imperfection, but not wilful sin, such having to go,
Which it will, when the God who has our best interests at heart, we truly know.
Yes, religion’s too often used to justify this or that, or used like a bat,
And why, once again, much that’s done in God’s name knows nothing of Him, just falls flat.
God’s all about love, thought and care, compassion, forbearance, and forgiveness too,
And all why warring, the Christian’s not to indulge in, but paths of peace pursue.
It was a coup-seeking devil who started the first war, which began on high,
And it’s he who’s been behind wars ever since, and that falsehood that many buy.
Not just regarding Scripture, but that war propaganda, disinformation,
Designed to get you and I to support those attacks on some other nation.
And then there’s that sad Hell-fire stuff, which stems from the same errant mentality,
Misunderstanding of Scripture, there no burning in Hell for eternity.
Eternal fire having struck ancient Jerusalem, yet no longer burning,
And thus why to the right sources of understanding, one needs to be turning.
Just as ancient Israel went astray, so it is with Christendom, as seen
By those MAGA Christians shaming God, hence that errant coming Church and State scene.
All why just a remnant of Christendom will remain true to God and His Word;
Peacemakers free of guile, lovers of humanity, not followers of the herd.
By Lance Landall
Christian content or degree.
Have You Thought About This?
Why would a Saviour (Jesus Christ) who came to save
people be behind (and of all things) a premeditated, unjustified,
propaganda fed attack on another country; and given that defending
one's country is an honour, and that attacking someone else's, as in
the case of Iran, is a disgrace?
Why would a Saviour who says,
“Love your enemy,” be behind such unjustified wounding and killing of
innocent citizens, which includes children (who Christ has a special
place in His heart for, some dying in the womb of their also killed
mother, and some taking days to die under rubble)?
Why would a Saviour who wanted widows looked after be behind those creating more widows?
Why
would a Saviour who created this planet be behind those who’re busy
destroying it via the likes of toxic, destructive missiles and bombs
that are also targeting needed infrastructure, and thus wasting Earth’s
resources?
Why would a Saviour who loves EVERYONE, single out a
particular people like Palestinians and Iranians, and call them horrid
creatures?
Why would a Saviour who told one of His disciples to
put his knife away, approve of billions of dollars being spent on
weapons of mass destruction
(which Iraq was once falsely accused
of), and when those billions of dollars are sorely needed to help those
in need who He told us to look after?
Why would a Saviour of peace and harmony be behind wars?
Why
would a Saviour who wants all to come to a knowledge of Him and His
truths be behind people being killed before they can discover Him and
His truths?
Why would a Saviour who’s calling people out of what
He calls darkness be behind bombing them before they can see and
experience His light?
Why would a Saviour who ushered in a whole new order of things be behind the return of old draconian Mosaic laws and ways?
Why would a Saviour be behind a Commander in Chief who’s clearly using Christianity, whose thoughts, words and behaviour are the very opposite of all things Christian (all why he’s not a Christian), and who's giving Christianity a very bad name?
Why
would a Saviour use religious justification for a corrupt (and advised
against) political agenda, and when He also said that His kingdom is
not of this world?
Why would a Saviour who believes in human
rights, free speech, choice and freedom be behind a president who acts
like a dictator, seemingly admires dictators, goes along with the
wishes of those who oppress and trample on rights, and who also
thinks he’s above every law and court?
Why would a Saviour be
behind a president and administration that’s the most corrupt in
American history, despised by the world in general (including world
leaders), creating chaos, suffering, hardship and fear
everywhere, indulging in cruelty and blasphemy, misusing
Scripture, and giving room to errant evangelicals who're pushing heresy
(misinterpretation) and effectively promoting blood-lust given their unChristian joy over their perceived Armageddon?
Why would a Saviour be behind a persecuting, life-taking, religious-political power when He has warned against such evil powers (Revelation 13:11-18)?
And all why Church and State are bad bedfellows.
By Lance Landall
Rhyming article containing Christian content or degree.
Put Off Christianity?
If
you know anything about Jesus Christ, about the biblical account of His
life down here, backed by accounts from the secular sphere, you’ll know
He was (and is) nothing like those MAGA Christians who’ve created
anxiety and fear.
But rather, Someone who via His words and actions,
conveyed love, thought and care, Someone who was totally opposed to
harshness and cruelty, and thus He nothing like those ICE agents
either, thankfully.
Nor like that president professing
to be a Christian, yet acting so hypocritically — in other words,
self-servingly, arrogantly, shamefully, irresponsibly, cruelly, recklessly, erratically, fraudulently,
lawlessly, undemocratically, unconstitutionally, tyrannically, treacherously — in other words, the opposite to
Christianity (often mistaken for Christendom, sadly, the former Christ,
the Good News Gospel, the latter people, fallen beings, who often bring shame on their steeple).
And
then there’s those republican politicians who’ve only been looking
after their own skin, and who at all costs, seemingly, only want their party to win, and midst using that Christian stamp they’ve no right to, something that Christ, when here on Earth, never sought to pursue.
No,
force not being His way at all, but just the way of that pharisee
called Saul, and why Christ sought the path of reason and gentle
persuasion, leaving it up to the individual to accept or not, and on every occasion.
And this whilst He ministered to the sick and needy, condemning what was selfish and greedy, desiring that all would emulate His words and ways.
He
thus appealing to prodigals, those with straying ways, and He someone
who was very patient, kind, compassionate, merciful and forgiving, and
thus what He preached, He was seen living.
Yes, it so clear to see, and so too those bad
fruits seen today, courtesy of certain evangelicals who’re well astray, and who’re a faulty witness, and why it’s the example of Christ
we look to, not that of the Christian, nor that of the Jew, but the One
who felt for widows and children, the outcasts, the underdog, the
trodden on, and all why He wants prejudice, bigotry, racism and hatred gone.
And
so too that desire for power, or some ivory tower, it all so shallow,
so fleeting and prideful, and hence that self-righteousness that’s
mixed with the pharisaical, and politics being a murky world, one full of double dealings and backhanders, where so often, little that’s right is actually upheld.
And
all why Jesus kept right out of such, He not having come here to set up
His kingdom — well, not as such, but in hearts — and having come to
proclaim His message of hope, to heal, transform and save, not round up
nor enslave, but to proclaim peace and not war, and good will to all.
Such but a noble call, unlike that exclusive MAGA call, not all equal in its eyes, but certainly equal in Christ’s eyes.
He a Saviour who died for everyone, and who thus offers grace to everyone, there no selectiveness there,
nor patriotic villainy, but only what’s right and fair — and by the
way, He having ushered in a whole new order of things, hence love your
enemies, turn the other cheek, do good to them who mistreat you, among
other things, and thus no getting back at others, say, as we’ve seen
via the misuse of position and power, which is immaturity’s way.
Yes,
Someone who all can trust, a must, Someone who’s honest, transparent,
faithful and true, Someone who never hurt anyone, and nor should I, nor
should you, and all why He believes in justice, has a coming day,
because evildoing shouldn’t pay, too many getting away.
But those who act like Jesus rewarded, their integrity and honourableness lauded, for they
reflect Jesus, that same goodness and beauty of character that frees
us, having once been held captive to sin, but then changed from within,
and via that enabling that once again only comes from Jesus; and that
amazing act on that cross on Calvary, there no boastfulness there, but only genuine humility, servanthood, not tyranny.
And
so, and as I said, if you know anything about Jesus, and the biblical
account of His life here — on Earth, that is — you’ll know that He is
someone you don’t need to fear, He no enforcer, nor a tyrant.
And
all why I must also say here, that He’s wanting a response from us that
comes freely — in other words, from the heart, we responding to His
love willingly, forced obedience hardly true allegiance — in fact,
worlds apart.
And so, I think He’s someone you really ought
to know, and given His promises too, life anew, an eternity full of
happiness, joy and peace, thus no need of the police, and nor an army.
His
Kingdom built on LOVE, one where there’s no enemy; and come His return,
the old having passed away, and why the saved will sing, “Oh happy day!”
But meantime, we trusting in that hope, relying on His strength, and our eyes on Him midst our helping others to cope, because we know that this current world is full of pain and misery, and why the heart of Jesus aches with sympathy, and all why He’s longing to rescue us from here.
But
before He can appear, certain things must take place, things that will
forever vindicate His right to rule, and why further ill we must face,
like Satan’s cunning, clever, attempt at global control (Rev 13:11-18), and given that
he has always sought Christ’s role, that worship Christ is due, not a devil,
who our Garden of Eden effectively stole, and who since then, has misled and corrupted the masses, the world as a whole.
All why Satan led a coup in Heaven — he being the initiator of rebellion — and a coup he will lead on Earth, and all why what will give birth, is, A Monster Empire Rising In Christianised Attire (America),
which, via Satan impersonating Christ, possibly (Matt 24:24; 2 Thess 2:9,10; 2 Cor 11:14), and endorsing
such a monster,
he'll fool most of humanity; and thus just like those errant MAGA
Christians, he hiding behind, and wrongly using, Christianity — and
eventually, via Church and State, he forcing all to bow to his wishes,
legislatively.
A
number of agencies being involved here, and that they're working hand
in hand, is very clear, and thus all roads leading to Rome. Meantime,
the once lamb-like America becoming a dragon-like America (Rev 13:11).
Well,
the choice is yours, dear friend, this world as we know it soon coming
to an end, and surely you having seen the hell of its ill and evil,
which has burrowed into hearts and minds like a devious weevil.
And hence why hearts and minds need to be changed, and priorities rearranged, this world too sick to mend, though its mantle we should still tend, but in the end, it needing a miracle.
And only Christ
can make it well, though that will be after a period of time spent in
Heaven (John 14:1-3), we’re told, and then back we’ll come (Rev
21:1,2), sheep in His
fold, the Earth renewed, and we imbued — in other words, Christs spirit
within us, and He also living with us, but only if we’ve accepted Him,
turned our back on sin.
And
such is a choice that we need to make today, because tomorrow may not come, as
many of us say, and what a shame if it's left too late, and shut has
gone that pearly gate, because there’s little here worth clinging to,
and why He’s waited longer too, so please, there’s much to lose, and
why I would rightly choose, but it’s up to YOU.
By Lance Landall
Check out my pages Wisdom And Truth Matter; World Concerns; and Humanity.
"I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish — where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source — no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials — and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated
as an act against all."
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963), past American president.
You might like to read my article titled Why Is God Allowing It All? which is found on my page
Wisdom And Truth Matter.
The most intelligent life form on Earth has shown the greatest lack of it.
Rhyming article containing Christian content or degree.
That Attempted Coup In Heaven
Take
God, the ruler of the universe, and then, within His heavenly ranks,
free of weaponry and tanks, there’s a certain discontent, a privileged
angel, who, amazingly, unrest and rebellion is seen to ferment, and
what should God do? What would you do?
If He quickly destroys that jealous one, who’s wanting to be level with God’s Son, all might fear God, question
God, saying, “What if the jealous one was right,” thus what a blight,
God suspected of tyranny, no longer trusted, and there goes peace and
harmony.
Does such a God believe in justice? Are any truly
free under His rule? Is He in fact cruel? Is His love a façade? Oh, how
His reputation could be marred!
So, God simply removes
the jealous one, the coup leader, giving him time to prove whether he’s
wrong or right, full of darkness or light, and what his end game
actually is, the burden of proof his, who meantime corrupts humanity via cunning and trickery.
Well,
time showing that the jealous one wants God killed, plans a takeover of
Earth (God’s creation) but first that cross gives birth, enter
salvation, then that global grab to be fulfilled, all of us controlled,
that jealous one the tyrant, his argument holed, he soon to be rolled.
And
thus God vindicated, having prophetically indicated, just what that
jealous one would do, which soon came true (cross-wise), and now that
evil one to be destroyed, whose freedom went askew, a self-inflicted
death, a necessary death, God doing what justice must do, but when the timing’s right, that all may know who was actually truly good and right.
The Gospel of Jesus has been perverted by the Gospel of Man.
Christian content or degree.
24. Surely We've Seen
Surely we’ve seen — going by what’s going on in the U.S. — that when we mix
Religion with the State, things can go backwards, hence that waving of Holy sticks,
And that errant Armageddon belief that’s impacting the military,
And how religion can use such might to enforce its dogma, just as we see.
Religion’s a personal thing, and America not a theocracy,
Though there are those who would like it to be, and who’re working on it, currently.
America ripe for such, the perfect setting, that religious zealotry,
And that patriotic blindness, and how there’ll be a repeat of history,
Which isn’t surprising, the most corrupt president and administration!
And now, the U.S. having gone from being lamb-like to a dragon-like nation.
Since World War Two an imperialism has bared its teeth, sharpened its claws,
Hence that constant warmongering, and in time, we’ll see more draconian laws.
Yes, there’s a global reach, one they’ll say God’s blessed too, and why the U.S. flouts laws,
The C.I.A acting with impunity, and there’s more behind closed doors,
Though now — under Trump — blatancy has become a badge of pride, and what we see
Is just the beginning, hence that dismantling of the Statute of Liberty.
Yes, what constitution? Oh, how quickly things can be lost, and aiding such ill
Politicians putting themselves before their country, most of them bought as well,
Just playthings of lobbyists and billionaires, but the real truth behind the scene,
Where plotting’s gone on for decades, and why democracy, there has hardly been.
So, no matter who’s in power, what’s begun will continue, thus Church and State,
Then a universal ripple — Who’s the most powerful? — thus that coming date,
The whole world having to fall into line, a devil and not a God at play,
Earth’s last and greatest deception, it all about worship, not God's way, but man's way.
And say,
What’s the religion of the Supreme Court’s judges, and who might they favour here?
So many checks and balances no longer working, thus tyranny, I fear.
It all predicted, I believe, an apostasy, most Christians having sold out,
Who, when Christ does return, won’t feel joy but abject fear at His triumphant shout.
Thus it’s not about Armageddon, but a battle over hearts and minds here,
A spiritual showdown, a choice between good and evil, the stakes made clear.
We choosing the worship of man or the worship of God, not that “beast” power,
Which the Bible says not to bow to, for it’ll be destroyed at Christ’s coming hour.
Yes, it’s all about truth versus falsehood, Christ’s kingdom not of this world, and thus
Christians not to be setting up anything, but to just emulate Jesus.
It's all about being a light, not an enforcer, thus politics out here,
Not the domain of Christians, but one that Satan will use to steer and ensnare.
Satan's always sought total control over humanity, such his end-game,
Which Christ reluctantly has to wait for, putting up with ill done in His name.
But the end nigh, as they say, God soon to wrap things up, and how all will clearly see
Evil's ultimate intention, which will ensure no one repeats history.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned on 14 March 2026.
“Then a third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, ‘If anyone worships the beast and his image [copy], and receives his mark on his forehead or on his hand, he himself shall also drink of the wine of the wrath of God…’ ”
(Rev 14:9,10, NKJV).
Christian content or degree.
25. Even God Knows
People are concerned about the state of this world, and they’ve every cause to be,
And many are seeking a change, but how do you change errant society?
Laws unable to, and force means nothing, because change must come from within us,
That realisation, that remorse, and that turnaround, which is known by Jesus.
And the reason why being, it’s a heart and mind thing, and so, if we want change,
Real change, then hearts and minds have to change, there no other way, and such hardly strange,
Because it’s all to do with character, and hence that need of integrity,
Goodness, in other words, which has rapidly departed from humanity.
But how many see this, and how many want to change their heart and mind? And so,
Things simply getting worse, thus a NWO simply nothing but a show,
Because once again, a NWO is all about laws and enforcement,
Power that’s centralised, thus that corruption within most hearts still dominant.
And this why no one gets to go to Heaven until there’s that change, because why
Would God want corrupt hearts and minds there too, or on a renewed Earth? Also why
There’s that rightful reward or penalty, and why no one gets eternity
Who ignores or rebuffs that needed change, for we’re dealing with Divinity.
Yes, a holy, righteous God, who, unbelievably, has shown mercy and grace,
Given us a choice rather than annihilating a sad, rebellious race.
We either choosing Him and His way, or a devil and his way, no in-between,
Because Heven won’t accept some Jekyll and Hyde, for enough evil there’s been.
Yes, because even God knows that only changed hearts and minds change things, and why here
In both cases, such is paramount, and the cost of ignoring all this, dear,
And as we’ve seen, so let’s not kid ourselves, this world not going to get better
Until instead of trusting in self, and man, we follow love to the letter.
And God is love, Scripture tells us, and love can’t reign where hearts and minds haven’t changed,
All why man’s fix-up jobs are simply the deck chairs on the Titanic rearranged.
Temporary peace and so-called harmony, maybe, at its best, for such won’t last,
As absolute power corrupts absolutely, yet we’ve not learned from the past.
Yes, even God knows, and He should, far wiser than any human, and why He
Warns of man’s coming attempt to gain control of everyone globally.
All why we’re told that things won’t get better, except superficially, maybe,
Deception all part of Earth’s End-time scene, and some false messiah, possibly.
Well, it makes sense, the devil not into love, peace, or harmony, but fool us?
You bet, hence some so-called good-for-us-all NWO, look-alike Jesus.
Satan wanting our hearts and minds unchanged, and why he leads down the garden path,
And all why I would mind that comfy cushion cleverly placed by his fire’s hearth.
He not calling for repentance, nor’s that NWO, unless as a front,
And all why on a heavenly disguise here, I’d be inclined to take a punt.
Christianity having been used before by charlatans, of which he’s one,
And hence why the only being I’d put my trust in, and emulate, is God’s Son.
And He, all about character, that changed heart and mind, heavenly behaviour,
Which should surely be our grateful response to a wise, loving, gracious Saviour.
One who knows that how we think, speak and behave says everything about us,
And thus we either reflecting a callous and fallen angel or Jesus.
And He, we’re told, coming in massive glory, surrounded by hosts of angels,
Though neither Christ nor they touching this Earth where corruption’s composition smells.
No, the saved to be whisked away, taken to Heaven, hence those mansions prepared,
For such we will inhabit for a millennium, just as Jesus declared.
By Lance Landall
Millennium: Revelation 20:5-10; 21:2; John 14:2,3.
Christian content or degree.
26. Those Signs Of the Times Proving Scaringly True
Even if not a Christian, you’ve got to take the following seriously,
And that is, when warning of the return of Jesus, and certain signs there’ll be,
God's Word speaks of wars and rumours of wars, saying they're the beginning of woes,
And what do we see — thanks Donald, for one — but current chaos the whole world knows.
Things won’t get better, we’re told, despite what might look hopeful, thus why we’ll see
(Even if peace seems nigh), more surprises, and if not war, some calamity.
Either the Bible’s right or wrong, and if it’s right, as I believe, we’ll all see
Things just getting worse, bad leaders a curse, and then there’s corrupt humanity.
In other words, ill and evil abounds in this world, we far from saints, you know,
Thus it’s not just leaders, or pied pipers, for immorality’s seen to grow.
There smaller Epstein worlds out there, and everywhere; one’s senses bombarded,
Honourableness having been exchanged for a thinking that’s greatly retarded.
Surely we’re aware of such, or perhaps corrupted to the point we can’t see,
Having been immersed in such — and like that proverbial frog, being boiled subtly.
Hence the Bible’s clear warning, and lest we’re filled with earthly hope, not heavenly,
Thus trusting man again, when only God can rescue, give us certainly.
What those signs have mentioned, are escalating, people’s hearts failing them for fear,
We living in momentous, treacherous times, and where there’s a devil with flair.
And one who I suspect will impersonate Christ, thus fooling all and sundry,
Endorsing the coming New World Order, which God’s Word condemns very strongly.
Why? Because it will be cleverly used to ensnare all, though not first realised,
Expectations possibly high, but it another scam, thus people soon surprised.
Though one’s eternal good being the main thing here, and not this short, sad life here,
And God knowing this, and why in His mercy, He’s tried to make things very clear.
Otherwise there’ll be no turning, despite God’s yearning, and thus lost most will be,
Scoffers abounding today, yet God’s Word proving true, for greater ills we see
A huge avalanche on its way, and who might be buried due to disbelief,
Which God’s trying to prevent; loss of eternity being the greatest grief.
Noah warned for over one hundred and twenty years before that world flood came,
Yet how many believed what he told them, and come the future, it’ll be the same.
Your choice to believe or not, but those signs of the times proving scaringly true,
And so too the state of hearts and minds, and why a reckoning is overdue.
Yes, love has to finally wrap things up, and we, in those final days on Earth,
A time that calls for serious attention, not eternity losing mirth.
So forget any hypocrisy found amongst Christians (who could be lost too),
And give the Bible’s proven predictions the credibility that they’re due.
If you don’t, you’re running a risk, with everything to lose, life sad and short,
Our three score years and ten but fleeting, deaf ears and distractions how one gets caught.
Love (God) begging, love waiting, love ready to receive you, but the choice being yours,
And all why I would seriously look into things, not perilously pause.
By Lance Landall
This poem was penned on 14 February 2026.
"The mess that man's made of the past shows that he cannot be trusted with the future,
and hence why the future will simply repeat the past."
The poet, author
Regarding the "signs of the times" see my page Prepare which is accessed via my page With God In Mind.
However, these "signs of the times" can largely be found scattered across various pages, and in a box
on the right hand side of such pages.
