Introduction
Yes,
a little light-hearted digression, and appeal, initially, that is; 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.
“Dad,” she conveyed, “There’s a man whose van is stuck in mud,” and I thought, oh dear me,
I’m seventy five, no quarter back, it’s raining, and I’m bushed physically.
“There’s no one else about, Dad,” she added, and I not surprised given the rain,
It a red warning weather day, and I having certain things to lose, not gain.
Of course I went, forgetting I had my hearing aids on, and to cut things short,
My daughter maned the steering while with the back of the van that man and I fought.
No luck, so called on a passing dawdler who obliged, the stuck van freed to go,
I only too happy to help, but at my age, there’s limitations, you know.
As for my hearing aids, they still seemed to be working, thanks to the umbrella,
Held while shoving with my left shoulder, though not always shielding this old fella.
Yes, upset to find that I still had them on, didn’t want them damaged, you know,
I having forgotten in my haste to help out, but which had me thinking though:
Sometimes it’s not wrong to say, “No,” lest injury come out of kindness, and one
Paying a price, and when others might’ve been found, who the same job could’ve done.
And we minding who we ask to help too, I only too happy, normally,
Where up to it, that is, but health and hearing aid wise, it could’ve proved costly.
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
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
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.
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
We Won't Forget
"War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys
the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."
American president, John F. Kennedy (1917-1963)
17. 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
When we don't hold leaders to account, their audacity is soon seen to mount.
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
Have You Thought About This?
Everything that's right should expose everything that's wrong.
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An Interesting Or Critical Conversation?
Love And Humanity
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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. Asking If, And On Saying, "No"
“Dad,” she conveyed, “There’s a man whose van is stuck in mud,” and I thought, oh dear me,
I’m seventy five, no quarter back, it’s raining, and I’m bushed physically.
“There’s no one else about, Dad,” she added, and I not surprised given the rain,
It a red warning weather day, and I having certain things to lose, not gain.
Of course I went, forgetting I had my hearing aids on, and to cut things short,
My daughter maned the steering while with the back of the van that man and I fought.
No luck, so called on a passing dawdler who obliged, the stuck van freed to go,
I only too happy to help, but at my age, there’s limitations, you know.
As for my hearing aids, they still seemed to be working, thanks to the umbrella,
Held while shoving with my left shoulder, though not always shielding this old fella.
Yes, upset to find that I still had them on, didn’t want them damaged, you know,
I having forgotten in my haste to help out, but which had me thinking though:
Sometimes it’s not wrong to say, “No,” lest injury come out of kindness, and one
Paying a price, and when others might’ve been found, who the same job could’ve done.
And we minding who we ask to help too, I only too happy, normally,
Where up to it, that is, but health and hearing aid wise, it could’ve proved costly.
By Lance Landall
13. 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
14. 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
Christian content or degree.
15. 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.
16. 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
We Won't Forget
No, we won’t forget,
those soldiers who died in propaganda fed, unjustified, illegal wars;
those soldiers who reckoned they were serving their country when they were simply bowing to an agenda;
those soldiers who served under the bloody flag of hegemony;
those
soldiers who took part in killing thousands of innocent people, and the
bombing of schools, hospitals and needed infrastructure;
those soldiers who reckoned they were helping fulfil biblical prophecy when they were indulging in heresy;
those soldiers who reckoned they were protecting their country when they were actually stealing from their country;
those soldiers who committed war crimes in the name of racism, bigotry, hatred and opportunity, and who even boasted of their misdeeds;
those soldiers who were only as good as their morality wasn't;
those soldiers who were simply following orders, regardless.
By Lance Landall
"War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoysthe same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today."
American president, John F. Kennedy (1917-1963)
17. 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
When we don't hold leaders to account, their audacity is soon seen to mount.
Christian content or degree.
18. 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
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
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.
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, we’d come undone 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
Rhyming article with necessary 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 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 (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.
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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.
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19. 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).
The Gospel of Jesus has been perverted by the Gospel of Man.
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20. 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.
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.
