Introduction
Yes,
a little light-hearted digression, and appeal; and because I can't help myself, a little bit more
again, all about thought and care for others, serious stuff. And thus this page really being all about you, humanity, and here, acting like some more sample poems, I guess.
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Dear Everyone In The World, Again,
And now the SERIOUS:
Dear Fellow Traveller,
LIVE RIGHTLY,
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
3. 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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
This poem was penned 23 December 2025.
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
Christian content or degree.
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.
Everything that's right should expose everything that's wrong.
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"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.
Dear Everyone In The World,
I
wouldn’t mind calling in on you all — that is, individually — 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.
And now the SERIOUS:
Dear Fellow Traveller,
I have no ill intent towards anyone, and condemn ill said or done by anyone, the latter needing the voice and pen of justice, loving concern, and lest in turn, we fInd ourselves in need of justice, victims of hate, violence or cruelty.
And so, I do my best to spread needed love, thought and care, examining my own
words and actions, thus being fair, and also mature and prudent here, I
not wanting to appear a hypocrite, nor off-track myself, for how would
that sit, and more so if calling others to set an example, refrain from injury or ill?
But take a stand against ill and evil we should, because that is right and good, even though we may suffer
for it, and given how many in judgment sit, but I not able to stand
idle where others have been hurt, or are possibly needing a shirt, my
conscience and heart too keen, and I wanting them kept clean, because I want love to rule me, all that I say and do, thus embracing honour and integrity, even if amongst the few.
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.
LIVE RIGHTLY,
STAND AGAINST ILL AND EVIL,
BE THERE FOR ALL,
REMAIN TRUE,
AND DIE LOVING.
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
This poem is repeated twice elsewhere on my website.
2. 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
3. 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
4. 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
5. 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
6. 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
7. 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
8. 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
9. 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
10. 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
11. 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
This poem was penned 23 December 2025.
12 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
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13. 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.
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.
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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 apposed 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,
world’s 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, 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.
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"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.
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14. 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.
For more poems regarding such, see my page With God In Mind, for one.
