Beauty Beware
There’s an enchanting flower that's dwelling in a lushish flowerbed,
One that is ringed by pearly petals, and has a burnished golden head.
And just like a diamond that's in a crown, it bedazzles passers-by,
Who commonly stop to view its beauty, and are heard to coo and sigh.
It towers over the others that adorn the same flowerbed too,
Being the best of all the flowers there, that were planted and quickly grew.
It leans towards the spellbound viewer, beckoning them to stay awhile,
Yes, it’s truly alluring, so intriguing, and so sure to beguile.
It lazes in the warming sunshine, and it’s seen jiving with the breeze,
It takes showers in the rain, and very teasingly, makes people sneeze.
Yes, it excites the observer, plays tootsie with passing buzzy bees,
And it flirts with the gardener too, who each day this real stunner sees.
It’s scrupulously tendered, and it's monitored habitually,
It’s a classic, it's a prize winner, for it's sculptured so perfectly.
It’s the pick of the bunch, it’s streets ahead, it would knock the judges dead,
Yes, it’s absolutely top-notch, it's a jewel amongst a flowerbed.
Well, I could leave it there, but I would rather not — therefore, on I’ll go,
Given that all about this flower, I'm wanting everyone to know.
And should you stroll past this garden, friend, you too, will soon understand why
I am waxing so lyrical here, and suggesting that you pass by.
It’s not often that such you will see, for such beauty is very rare,
Which is why so many passers-by will take the time to stop and stare.
In fact, I’m rather surprised that this flower is still residing there,
For surely admirers are tempted, and there are those who may well dare.
Hence why the following's worth pondering on, and very thoughtfully,
And that is, that beauty has a downside, oft sparks vanity and jealousy,
And that if we're blessed with beauty, not to strut about like a peacock,
But rather, humbly mingle with others, for beauty has a time clock.
By Lance Landall
2. You're Fine The Way You Are
So many nice women are needlessly falling victim to the plastic surgeon’s knife,
Who, whilst relieving them of thousands of dollars, assaults their body, plays with their life.
Yes, so needlessly, for the problem’s seldom with their body, but rather, in their mind,
For within its caverns, some self-esteem issue (or other), one’s most likely to find.
Thus, with the dangers of the likes of implants downplayed (given big money is at stake),
So many women whose breasts are fine but smaller, that foolish road to bigger ones take.
And as a consequence, and over time, they not only more money have to outlay,
And return visits make, but suffer from what those silicon companies do not say.
Minor and major health issues are related to such, but not always realized though,
In other words, it’s thought that they’re due to something else (which has them feeling or laid low).
Or to which the local doctor just shakes his head, and admits he really doesn’t know,
Given that connections can’t always be clearly made, unlike nasty ones that do show.
And all this due to women being made to feel that they should succumb to such surgery,
Thanks to those images and pressures that advertisers inflict on society.
Hence the rush for the artificial, the cosmetic, that unnatural air-brushed look,
That’s seen in those TV adds, on shop windows and walls, and in that magazine or book.
And adding to all this, that competitive sexy look, where breasts are bared generously,
Which has less well endowed women feeling envious, thinking in terms of surgery.
And then there are those who’ve had a mastectomy, who also upset and pressure feel,
Which advertisers, and women who succumb to their adds, joy from other women steal...
...well, effectively, and indirectly, given what they publicly flaunt and reveal.
Yes, it’s all a game, a very cruel, thoughtless, childish one, and so unnecessary,
For a woman’s a woman whether large or small — a work of art, femininity.
Yes, the opposite and compliment to masculinity, and there’s where it should lie,
Not in size, sexy clothing, or in air-brushed looks, but in the apple of a man’s eye.
At the end of the day, a woman’s for loving, she’s not a doll or a mannequin;
Her true beauty lies in her very being, for age soon attacks and disfigures one’s skin.
It’s better that they face reality, appreciate what they have, and keep healthy,
And not succumb to those seductive lines (lies) that advertisers spin repeatedly,
Nor to those artificial breasts that fatten more than just a woman’s anatomy,
Mastectomies excluded here, understandably.
By Lance Landall
You may wish to read my article titled Breast Implants which can be seen on my page, Time To Face Things.
3. I Wish That You'd Chosen Me
Yes, I truly would have loved you, deeply, and would’ve treated you well, but I didn’t look the part,
So you chose another, one whom I couldn’t compete with, but who didn’t have the same caring heart.
I'm sure I would’ve made you very happy, despite my lack of means, but you had the right to choose,
And in my heart I wished you well, despite all those tears that fell — hey, I’m so sorry about that bruise,
His.
I know I'm rather plain, just an everyday kind of guy, somewhat uneducated, unskilled,
And he, streets ahead, but if I had just been given the same chance, your wishes would’ve been fulfilled;
Well, in the sense of my really loving you, showering you with affection, time, care, protection,
'Cause money I don’t have — hey, I’m so sorry he roughed you up, wish you’d headed in my direction.
I’ve known many like him, they can play the game, have the looks, the money, even the expertise,
But when it comes to faithfulness, and what a woman truly desires, they so oft fail to please.
I’m aware of their banter, roving eyes, how they love to spend time with the boys, and too oft their beer,
Thus I guess I saw it coming, but it was he, and not me, whispering promises in your ear.
Yes, I truly would have loved you, very deeply so, and how I wish you'd been attracted to me,
But I wasn’t as confident, as experienced, and I guess you noticed my naivety.
I’ve come a long way since, but if only I’d been given the chance — hey, so sorry about those scars,
And though it’s still unlikely you’ll come my way, I’m glad that for your sake, he’s been put behind bars.
By Lance Landall
This poem was tweaked throughout on 23 May 2023.
4. That Bad Boy Attraction
It’s known that some women are attracted to renegade men, hence that proverbial question, “Why?”
Which I feel isn't all that hard to answer, hence my attempt here, in order to such demystify.
And why being, that I believe there’s a broader picture which these women are simply reflecting,
And upon whom (in many cases), these renegade men much misery are wrongly inflicting.
It appears that humanity seems to have a fascination with anything that mystifies,
Which in many cases has become an obsession that this whole scene amplifies, electrifies,
'Cause such is often played up via movies, and via those copycats who the bad boy image think is cool,
Yes, that dark side, over which the immature and wayward, and those sadly conned women, seem to drool.
The truth is, that as far as these renegade men (plain bad boys) go, there’s little to mystify,
Which their participation in a number of sessions with a psychologist would clarify,
'Cause they’ve either been damaged emotionally somehow, sadly, or are plain rebellious, lawless,
Which is the territory of fools, who once again, only the wayward and immature impress.
There’s a dark side to us all, some rebelliousness, lawlessness, given we’re all prone to doing wrong,
Hence why we smile at certain behaviour, might do such ourselves, until some sad result comes along.
Such a state is hardly flattering, and in many cases is aided by issues too, sadly,
And then there’s curiosity — Wet Paint, Don’t Touch, but we do — behaving like there’s some mystery,
But there’s not, the paint wet, renegades simply messed up or wayward, and why trouble these women get.
No, there's no mystery, we finding it easier to do wrong rather than right, wrong even like,
Not content to leave things alone, aren’t content full stop, hence that fatal curiosity, holed dyke,
'Cause soon, some dam can burst via such holes, ones like those these women create who opt for renegade men,
Who really aren’t a mystery, but who often act mysterious, hence that, “Here we go again.”
That being, another sad marriage, roughing up, and why women who seek such men are soon to trip,
'Cause bad guys don’t know how to treat a woman, and marriage wise, clearly don’t know how to steer the ship.
At the end of the day, it takes guts to do what’s better, an inner strength, compass, willing mind, heart,
All why mysteries oft aren’t so, and why renegade men are best just left alone, and not that smart.
There're renegade women too, and given like attracts like, it’s no surprise that same men they pursue,
And some let their motherly instincts get in the way of sense, for they too, such an affair oft rue.
Not just renegades have appeal, but good men, and why it's more to do with that so-called mystery,
That foolish soft spot for wrong doing that's within us, which can lead to our own undoing, sadly.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded on 23 May 2023.
5. Nice Girl, Bad Girl
It intrigues me how so many women want to shed the nice girl image for the bad,
Having been seduced by the decadent desires of those who want women far less clad.
Desires that strip a woman of dignity, turning her into an object of lust,
And that in time, after having just used and abused her, leaves her behind in the dust.
Yes, desires that see her less respected, a means to an end — a selfish, heartless one,
For those who benefit don’t have her best interests at heart, nor care, when all’s said and done.
Yet, seldom do such women realise this, enjoying the illusion, the con, the lie,
But such fame is hollow and fleeting, and thus with age, soon mocked, failing to satisfy.
And via such shallowness, they foolishly make their own kind the subject of derision,
Providing leering men with more derogatory behind the scenes ammunition,
For using one’s body in such a way hardly shows much intellect, nor commonsense,
Given men are simply satisfying their obsession with sex at a woman’s expense.
Though women were indeed designed to be physically appreciated by men,
They weren’t meant to be objects of lust, nor degraded via someone’s camera or pen.
But rather, valued for who they are, protected, supported, duly loved and cared for,
And hence why those men in their life who see it otherwise, should quickly be shown the door.
By Lance Landall
6. Right Way, Wrong Way
There was a time when women knew how to wrap men 'round their wee finger using their femininity,
Yet still retain their dignity, unlike today, where they're too quick to fall back on sexuality.
Hence how they sell themselves short, 'cause rather than using their
charm, they take the easy way out, their body,
Then wonder why men start expecting some favours, view them as objects, or treat them objectionably.
To be fair here, not every woman takes the easy way out by bowing to the crassness of the day,
But instead, appeals to the higher, not lower, thus avoiding bringing the unsavoury her way.
And as well as this, sends a message men can respect and admire, unlike the other, which just demeans,
'Cause one appeals to his masculinity, the other to his loins, what’s seen in Playboy magazines.
Hence that sexy clothing, those sexy ways, that do naught to raise men’s thoughts above their crutch, own desires,
And that rather than drawing them to a woman’s natural beauty, character, ignites lustful fires.
And that also tends to tar all women with the same brush, 'cause one's left thinking it’s the majority,
Given that grandmas are into sexy calendar shots, having succumbed to that sex mentality.
Seems as if the world's just discovered sex, is still in its infancy, showing its immaturity,
Unable to control its new found desires, like kids in a shop full of sweets gorging themselves silly,
And thus unleashing a tsunami that’s threatening the last bastions of decency, morality,
All because many women are exchanging femininity for a cop-out sexuality.
By Lance Landall
This poem was tweaked throughout on 23 May 2023.
7. Why Women Get Used
Dear sexually dressed woman:
With men being males (made the way they are), and with you being dressed like that, they’re directed to your body.
“So?" I hear you respond, but don’t you see, they’re not being attracted to you, and there's the problem, sadly,
'Cause you’re just creating a sexual interest, not a personal interest, self-defeatingly,
Given you're simply stirring a man's self interest and lust, thus becoming an object, effectively.
What does one do with objects? Use them. And some abuse them, more so where there’s no attachment emotionally,
Which in this case there oft isn't, 'cause men can separate the sexual from such, and do, some callously.
Such is one difference between the sexes, and why men oft indifferently take what they want and leave,
And why many women who’re looking for more than a one night stand (brothel emulation), are seen to grieve.
A man can't truly fulfil a woman’s desires unless he loves her, gives himself to her completely,
Not just physically but emotionally — we're talking marriage, he committing himself permanently.
'Cause where women are concerned, the physical and emotional go together, they wanting security,
And need such, 'cause kids can be one outcome, and thus not just she suffer, but that unintended child, sadly.
Yes, so many women get used, which they aid via their clothes, or via buying into the male mentality,
That one that seeks pleasure physically without being attached emotionally (which leaves one empty).
Something so easy for a man, and more so one who’s less than noble and moral, and who’s attracted by
That sexy, public state of undress that sees women used, for such directs a man’s compartmentalised eye.
Yes, if women knew the half of it, more would hardly laugh at it.
By Lance Landall
This poem was tweaked throughout on 23 May 2023.
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8. Can't Have It Both Ways
One night when I happened to be watching a variety show on TV, two young men appeared,
And there on the stage, removed their shirts, thus baring their chests — and oh, how the women hollered and cheered.
And I couldn’t help thinking, “Are women getting as bad as men now, fixating on the body,
And thus emulating those same leering crowds seen in strip joints where the air’s lustful, blue and bawdy?"
The truth is, that women can’t have it both ways, which, to be honest, appears to be the case to me,
They not wanting to be sought just for their body, yet making a thing of bodies themselves, strangely,
Which just fuels that body mentality that’s found in the male domain, which suggests very strongly
That these days women are happy to be seen as sex objects — well, certain women, apparently.
Just as parents should lead by example, so too women, if wanting to be taken seriously,
'Cause mixed signals ensure mixed results, and more often a total disregard, unsurprisingly.
Either a woman desires a man who's focussed on her, or one who’s focussed on her body,
And depending on what she wants, as to how she’ll act and dress, and who she’ll attract, invariably.
Sure she might be lucky in love, but better to be sure than lucky, hence her need to act prudently,
And just like parents, act in a way that brings about the best result, if she wants to be happy.
'Cause one thing’s clear: Those women who holler and cheer, appear as if making certain desires clear,
Which will worsen a certain mentality and compound their lot, and how future hurt they will share.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded 4 February 2020.
9. Sexploitation
It’s clear there’s no shortage of women who’re prepared to bow to sexploitation, who thus hurt their own,
Be it via adds, porn, dress — the list long — and then, ironically so, over the backlash they groan.
And via such bowing, they undermine the efforts of other women who try to stop such misuse,
Misuse that sees more women on the receiving end of lewd leers, remarks, and sexual abuse.
Yes, it’s no surprise women are seen more and more in terms of objects — objects of lust, let’s be clear,
And this why those women who choose to bow to such sexploitation, a degree of blame must share here,
'Cause they don’t have to star in those movies, those adds, nor in that soft or hardcore pornography,
Which reduces them to the state of cattle, despite scoffs from those who benefit financially.
If only women could see through the eyes of honest males who'd be prepared to answer truthfully
That via such, they’re not drawn to what places women on a pedestal and treats them respectfully.
Hence why were they able to have their way, how they'd play, the sexual being the first thing on their mind,
'Cause that’s the signal being sent, picked up, and why in their mind many men press replay, then rewind.
Sexploitation comes in many forms, all of which degrades women, and laughs at those men who such folly view,
And who may well join the ranks of those women bowing to such, 'cause some men pursue the same ill too.
Hence why it’s time that all woke up to sexploitation, joining in a collective shout, quickly so,
'Cause this sexploitation of any man, woman or child should have been brought to a halt long ago.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded on 23 May 2023.
10. Red Light Shame
What a tragedy, and it not to the credit of men, that many women turn to prostitution,
And some quite happily, it seems, others pressured or forced, and others thinking that it's a solution.
There’s a few reasons, desperation amongst them, given the plight that some women find themselves in, but
What a crime that some are abducted, forced into such by greedy men who profit via lust, vice, and smut.
But referring back though, what a shame that there's those women who're prepared to degrade themselves willingly,
Allowing men to treat them like pleasure dispensing machines, objects to be used indifferently.
And as money changes hands, so too their ravaged body, and who knows what else's exchanged in the process,
Given undesirables with minds as grubby as trash lustfully hurry to some red light address.
Yes, what a shame that such women sell themselves so short, their value reduced to a few dollars, sadly,
Their body used like a work bench, some users satisfying some warped creative urge, undoubtedly.
And all the while making sure they get their money’s worth, fingering, probing, disgustingly, thoughtlessly,
Aware that others before them have mauled and pillaged, 'cause that’s what she’s there for, they reason, callously.
Prostitution's naught but a pit, one that’s jumped into and then crawled out of, both drenched in its stench and mire,
'Cause nothing drags one lower, one seeking what one shouldn’t, and the other yielding to that desire.
And so oft behind it all, those pimps, slave drivers, who profit from a woman’s loss and degradation,
Justifying such via their selfish, flawed, injurious pitch that such is but kindly accommodation.
By Lance Landall
This poem was tweaked throughout on 23 May 2023.
11. Self-inflicted Injury
In regards to the lot of women, one only has to note the likes of those beauty contests we see,
Where women are inspected like cattle — and let’s be honest, accepting such more due to vanity.
Yes, loving the spotlight, their bodies clearly the focal point, regardless of what some publicly say,
And among them, those who promote such, or the women themselves, thus fooling themselves, at the end of the day.
Then there're those Playboy bunnies (as they’re called), toys in the hands of men, though one man in particular, who,
Made a fortune out of using them — yes, they too, paraded like cattle, pawns in a sexual zoo.
And once again, their bodies the focal point, over which men lustfully drool, eyes raping silently,
Minds busy fantasizing, a woman’s best far from their mind, they inflamed, fixated sexually.
Given men are made the way they are, what can women expect, or is it that they somehow just can’t see
That what they’re doing is counterproductive, 'cause such doesn’t stir mens' hearts, but rather, their loins, sadly.
And there within the confines of fired up loins, those women become objects of self-gratification,
Just a means to a selfish end, which at the end of the day, is the bedfellow of sexploitation.
And hence how women shoot themselves in the foot, 'cause many seem only too happy to disrobe and bare,
Or (in various degrees) reveal what’s picked up by a man’s sexual radar, hence his carnal stare.
All why the less a woman bares, the more mens' focus is raised, and better off she is, 'cause one thing’s clear:
If women keep on parading and baring their bodies like they do, the less about them men will care.
Yes, self-inflicted injury, I say.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded 4 February 2020.
12. Are We Going Too Far?
Once, many didn't see some things like they're being seen today, but more as fun,Or a bit naughty, but not a crime, and many now anxious over what they’ve done.
A smack on some colleague's bottom, some sexual innuendo, and so on,
And now, due to an over-the-top response, say, they're being set upon,
Or is it due to a new found morality of sorts (given much that’s gone)?
No, smacking someone’s bottom and sexual innuendos are clearly wrong,
But once kind of tolerated ’till the likes of the "Me Too" movement came along,
And greater enlightenment, one could say, and all why one shouldn’t act that way,
But the past dynamics having been somewhat different, so lets mind, I say,
Because courts could be clogged, and many changed lives shattered, given some are sorry,
And wouldn’t do such again, but oh, that blood still wanted by society.
Yes, a movement looking under every little rock, behind any door,
Some minors made majors, not that I’m condoning anything against the law.
Nor what’s morally wrong, for that matter, but how forensic do we want to go,
Or pharasaical, given that some who accuse, their own wrong doings know.
Yes, most of us having made mistakes, even acted wrongly, youth oft the cause,
And we having grown, learnt, repented, and why before pointing, all should pause.
But meantime, some changed married men now fearful of a certain knock on their door,
Some accusation that’ll impact on their wife and family come the law.
Is it worth the cost? Should one let it go, or is the urge to punish too strong?
Many who’re hardly squeaky clean themselves fixated on some years-gone-by wrong.
And let’s not forget the sixties revolution where it was all on, and hey,
That lusty revolution having continued right up ’till the present day,
Both men and women into hanky panky, one way or another, and thus
Some balance, fairness and compassion surely needed amidst all the fuss.
Sure in the sixties there were women who wouldn’t have it on, but those who would,
Many, in fact, hence why men would try to get away with something if they could.
And it's seemingly the same today, 'cause the lines still blurred by that “Yes” or “No”
(When some would argue that it should've always been a "No," and therefore, still "No"),
Some women shrugging things off, others incensed, and why it’s kind of hard to know.
By Lance Landall
13. We've Either Left It Behind Or Not
Once upon a time men would try it on, and a woman would say “Yes” or “No”(Not that I’m condoning such), and this, often midst stirred emotions on the go.
Yes, that kissing and so on, some getting the green light, some getting a firm “No”
(Even slap), but there it ended, ’cause oft to the police most chose not to go.
Why? ’Cause that’s how it was back then, the sexual revolution in full swing,
One night stands and living together common fare; and out went the wedding ring.
Well, for many, that is, and flirting and teasing common, signals clear to read,
Or confused, but there it ended (for the most part), ’cause “No” some men didn’t heed.
But generally, such the culture of the day, and thus what concerns me here,
Is, were those woman who felt that roving hand to shout foul now, one thing is clear,
And that is, that half the male population would be in trouble, kind of thing,
’Cause that was the way it was back then, women oft teasing — and here’s the thing,
Such is still going on, some saying “Yes,” some saying “No,” one halted or busy,
Some men getting collared, and some men not, which doesn’t seem right to me.
No, ’cause it can’t be both ways, or is the female kingdom a divided one,
And selective criminality going on, hollow battles being won?
By Lance Landall
14. Shopping Around
“Yes, we did make love, but even so, she’s just not my cup of tea,So, I’m dating someone else now who’s as active sexually.
Such is a common thing these days, and hence no longer a big deal,
Therefore, it’s time you loosened up, mate, and enhanced your sex appeal.
Everybody is doing it now, and women as much as men,
And you only need to ask them, and if they say, “No,” try again.
And if they’re willing, then go for gold, and enjoy it while you can,
So come on, mate, for you only live once, show her who’s a real man.”
And so it goes, people jumping from bed to bed, so shamelessly,
Yes, it’s try before you buy, like consumer goods, actually.
If someone's not to their liking — long term, that is — it’s soon good-bye,
And off to another who just gets soiled too, when that one they try.
Instead of using things, they’re using people, and selfishly so,
As from one person to another person they merrily go.
Yes, with no thought for tomorrow, and nor that person’s future spouse,
They’re simply jumping from bed to bed, some hotel, motel or house.
Such is a form of prostitution, even betrayal, one could say,
Which is going from bad to worse, 'cause now, most just live for the day.
You see, love can wait to give, but lust and self cannot wait to get,
And hence how paths paved with tragedy (via such folly), are soon set.
Therefore, waiting for the right person before you share your body,
Shows far more thought for others, and also, far more maturity.
'Cause sex was never meant to be mechanical or temporary,
But rather, a loving act, and with only one, permanently.
Yes, funny, isn’t it, how some like to play with goods on display,
And then say, “Could I have one that hasn't been used?” before they pay.
Personally, I wouldn’t shop around, unless window shopping,
And when I had found the right one, it’s then that I would be stopping.
By Lance Landall
15. Cover Up, Please
Why? There’s a subtle undercurrent of sexual frustrationRunning through the lives of many men faced with daily stimulation.
'Cause almost everywhere a male goes, the sexual is displayed,
And largely via the cruel look-at-my-body-but-don’t-touch brigade.
For some men it’s even intolerable, a burden, a weight,
'Cause the male sex-drive is easily stirred, enter that limbo state,
'Cause there’s no instant relief once their sex-drive is activated
Via the sight of rousing flesh publicly displayed, accentuated.
A man’s sexual radar is highly tuned, it quickly spots what stirs,
Hence why when repeatedly confronted with such, many a man errs.
And sadly, many are good men, who just find it all too much, and fall,
Which is very tragic when they’ve tried to do their best overall.
But why arrest the eyes of an ill or evil citizen Joe,
Thus encouraging what a woman would really not want to know.
And why lose men’s respect, for underneath, men simply can’t respect
The skimpily clad female who publicly makes her self an object.
Men can find things hard enough, without this added stimulation
That can play on their mind, and even lead to incarceration.
While men shouldn’t act wrongly, neither should a woman titillate,
'Cause such drives some men crazy, and sexual problems will aggravate.
Women don’t appreciate the force they play with when they titillate;
They’re not playing with matches, but a bomb, and bombs can detonate.
Yes, a woman can be aroused too, but it’s certainly not the same
As those feelings aroused in men via this unfair sexual game.
When a man’s continually confronted with what tempts, excites,
It’s harder for him to be faithful, and infidelity bites.
Which in turn, an otherwise contented marriage destroys, or blights,
Hence those broken homes, the soaring divorce rate, and custody fights.
Yes, and all because many women want the dubious right to flaunt,
A right that many happy marriages will afflict, perhaps haunt.
Sometimes it’s better to forgo certain rights for the greater good,
Thus, giving up publicly teasing is something a female should.
“If men can walk around with bare chests, why can’t we?” some women cry;
The answer’s clear: A woman has breasts which can stir, hold a man’s eye.
Whether totally displayed, or partially concealed, they can excite,
Creating a desire that can’t be fulfilled, an internal fight.
It’s like waving meat in front of a lion, then pulling it away;
Such stirs, excites, and all for nothing, unless “Help yourself” they say.
But they don’t, and nor should they, and nor should women titillate too,
But rather, the wiser, safer, more thoughtful and virtuous thing do.
By Lance Landall
16. Talking Straight
Everywhere one looks today, one sees the sexually explicit,Which isn't surprising, given that much is no longer termed illicit.
And hence why crime is skyrocketing, for such strong stimulation
Naturally arouses many men, triggers some violation.
Yes, what some women wear, suggests that the sexual’s on their mind,
Or it has men thinking so, and it certainly makes their mill grind.
These women who are dressing this way, are reaping far less respect,
And duly bringing on their own kind all the ill that such can inflict.
Tell me, why bring out the worst in men, instead of worthier things?
And why do many dress this way, given the harm that it often brings?
Yes, arousal outside marriage simply leads to consequences
That soon harm society, enter those sexual offences.
Why should married men as well, be confronted with such temptation?
For such can seriously harm their marital situation.
And why should any wife (also) have her happiness affected,
By society sanctioning what wisdom would see rejected?
Plus, tied in with the sexual content seen on celluloid today,
Is a gratuitous violence that surely most know doesn't pay.
And hence why there’s greater callousness, more abuse, and sick thinking,
For such is the price we pay for sex and violence linking.
Not just adults, but children also, are constantly fed this diet,
And it seems that there're very few folk who're prepared to down-cry it.
Hence why the responsible parent won't allow their child to see
Such a lethal cocktail that injures, disturbs emotionally.
Oh yes, if only women really knew what forces they’ve ignited,
If only they could see what such titillation has invited.
They would sorely rue the day that they bought into this foolish game,
And no longer would aid and abet, no matter what incentives came.
Yes, men as well as women, and more so, should hang their heads in shame,
For any part they’ve played here, and hence the troubles that became.
No man should treat a woman as if she's an object to be used,
Even if there're some women who are prepared to be so abused.
Therefore, to the women of this world, I would like to say to you:
Should you resist such pressures, there are good men who will stand by you.
Men who will love you for yourself, and who’ll respect and treat you well,
Not acting like those other men whose lustful desires lead to ill.
And to the men, a message too: Women are not for using,
So please don't encourage any of those things that are abusing.
A woman was meant to be loved, not abused, nor raped with the eyes,
And nor is she for dressing up in clothes that virtue would despise.
To women again: Don’t let fashion houses or some image maker
(Via their seductive wooing), have you becoming a virtue breaker.
And don’t get caught up with the crowd, for often where the crowd's going
Is completely the opposite to where a crowd should be flowing.
Yes, this fixation with the sexual is very infantile,
For such childish preoccupation is not maturity’s style.
Besides, those whose love is true and sound, aren’t sexually obsessed,
For such ones always seek for others what is truly for the best.
By Lance Landall
17. The Naked Truth
There are those who'd like to go naked — many who shouldn’t, no doubt — but such I would hardly like to see,'Cause we don’t live in a jungle that engulfs the whole Earth, where primitive people go about clothes free.
No, we've a background that’s so very different, and why we going naked just wouldn’t be wise at all,
And given the obsession many have with the likes of pornography, such would be a real bad call.
Within our sex-crazed society, there’s such different thinking, a deeply engrained mentality,
Thus imagine the beginnings of folk going naked, that rise in sexual criminality,
Which would hardly end there, and then there’re those who'd turn it into some favourite pastime, acting shamefully,
All of which would see the total disintegration of society, thanks to more depravity.
And let alone all the other reasons why our clothes should stay on, one being getting laughed at mercilessly,
'Cause who of us is fortunate enough to have a perfect body, the proof glaring embarrassingly.
But such aside, and returning to the former, imagine the distractions going naked would pose,
And the greater likelihood of injury given our modern society, and why such I oppose.
Yes, and with very good reason, 'cause thoughts and eyes would have less to constrain them come office or elsewhere,
Such being bad enough now, given those revealing clothes that many women wear, and how much they bare.
And why baring the lot wouldn’t solve things, and even if things didn’t change for the worst, they’re bad enough now,
All of which is why (and this subject hardly exhausted), going naked we shouldn’t condone, allow.
The truth is, we don’t live in a world where hearts and minds are pure, 'cause if we did, nakedness might be fine,
But given the sad state of things these days, such wouldn’t be fine, it simply leading to further decline.
'Cause what's ogled and desired today, would still be ogled and desired then, and accessed more easily,
It being in one’s face, unprotected and on display — yes, goodbye virtuousness and integrity.
By Lance Landall
18. Sexual Criminality
“Rape is just a power thing,” it’s often said, all too easily,'Cause the truth is, that there is far more to it than that, believe me.
Certainly power may be at the fore in many cases, but,
Even then, I’ve my doubts as to whether it’s really that clear cut.
A man’s sexual drive is very powerful at the best of times,
And the more it’s stimulated, the higher and stronger it climbs.
In many men, the sexual drive is problematic, too strong,
And, I believe, a factor in sexual crimes; and has been all along.
Unfortunately, there’re many men who struggle sexually,
And more so those whose sexual drive is problematic, clearly.
For them, the sexually visible has an irresistible pull,
And the way some women dress, invariably is red rag to a bull.
But as I said, men in general can struggle sexually,
And visually are being stimulated continuously.
And, I must add, unfairly so, and foolishly so, for there’s a cost,
But this is what happens when commonsense and thoughtfulness gets lost.
With women being encouraged these days to dress more sexually,
The sexual drives of men are being stimulated heavily.
Thus, many a good man falls from grace, hurting wife and family;
Or some women in general, who thought it harmless looking sexy.
Women have no idea how strong this force is that they play with, clearly,
After all, they’re not men, and aren’t stimulated so easily.
To many women it’s just a game, when it’s really Russian roulette,
Hence why their worst nightmare, or some unpleasant advance, some get.
Thus, I believe sex crimes can also be the result of frustration,
Caused by a growing sexually explicit stimulation.
Either via the media, books, magazines, movies and TV,
Or via the way women dress, in other words, provocatively.
And added to such frustration, there’s background, circumstances too,
Which is another reason why the sexy, women shouldn’t pursue.
At least not in public, that is, where predators may lie in wait,
Or where weakness, obsession, or grudge holding men, they might aggravate.
Certainly there are bad men, opportunists, who act wrongfully,
But there always has been, and will be, in any society.
Thus, when women dress sexy, these sort of men they will attract too,
Not just the average Joe, over stimulated by what’s on view.
While women may well have the right to wear what they want, anywhere,
They should also take into account what I am conveying here.
What one’s allowed to do, isn’t always wise to do, to be fair,
And why women dressed sexually in public, blame must share.
And also those women who’re willingly involved in pornography,
Thus wildly cranking the handle of sexual perversity.
Or who shed their clothing for movie producers, or some tabloid,
Fueling lust, debasing minds, hence how societies get destroyed.
All this fuels those fires burning inside of unstable hearts and minds,
Yes, all consuming fires that some evil perversion masterminds.
And there are many with such fires burning, and their ranks are swelling,
All because we’re hung up on sex, and the sexy are busy selling.
We also need to remember that most rapes go unreported,
And that there are attempted rapes, that fortunately are thwarted.
What we hear of, is the tip of the iceberg, let alone what’s thought,
For there are many who would rape, but don’t, lest it be, they get caught.
No, rape isn’t just a power thing (which is surely clear to see),
But also, the result of flaunting what stirs men frustratingly.
Yes, frustration that’s often compounded by other things, like background,
Or circumstances, and the perverted influences that abound.
Red rag to a bull? You bet, given the sexual drives of men,
And why we will continue to hear, “Oh no, here we go again!”
Unless of course, wisdom prevails, and sexy gives way to virtue,
So that publicly, what sexually stimulates isn’t on view.
Yes, women can dress how they want to, and people can sell and watch porn,
But one day, the true cost of this sexual revolution will dawn.
It’s a runaway carriage full of dynamite ready to blow,
For there’s always a cost, when those paths that are better, we forgo.
Oh, one more thing. When men are staring at women who’re dressed sexy,
Why do those women usually look upon such negatively?
After all, it’s hard for men not to stare, given that such draws them so,
And why should those women complain, given that they’ve put such on show?
Would we tease creatures by dangling meat (they can’t have) in front of them?
No. Such unfairness we would generally be quick to condemn.
So why’s it okay to dangle sex in front of men, teasingly,
Passersby, that is, continually confronted by such publicly?
There’s certainly nothing wrong with women dressing attractively,
And in fact, men wouldn’t want it any other way. But sexy?
One’s wife, maybe, privately, but let’s not encourage such publicly,
For such just fosters lust, not an appreciation of beauty.
Attractively dressed women will still attract the eye, and that’s okay,
But the sexy, caught in the lens of a man’s mind, triggers replay.
And as that picture persists, cranking his sexual drive within,
The wheels of unfaithfulness, and self-gratification, begin.
Yes, “sexy” is a con, for it works against women, actually,
It turns them into sexual objects, just play things, finally.
Thus, overtime it sees men treating them far less respectfully,
And is it any wonder, when women forgo virtue and dignity.
The breast hugging low cut top, those crutch hugging pants, and high skirts
(And much more could be mentioned) a woman’s best interest hurts.
'Cause they draw a man’s eyes to the body, not the person, you see,
Which inevitably undermines a woman’s security.
Isn’t it intriguing how the sexual figures so highly
At a time when society’s hitting an all time low, sadly.
In other words, when anything’s going, and pleasure’s coming first,
And when the world is full of troubles and woes, appears to be cursed.
Isn’t that telling us something? Something we’re not listening to,
Or at least, not those sheep, who, behind shepherds of sexy fashion, queue.
Meantime, we’re engulfed by crime, yes, sexual criminality,
That’s fueled by society’s obsession with sexuality.
By Lance Landall
19. When Will Some Women Learn?
I don’t mean to be hard on women — in fact, these words are penned out of concern, but when will women learnThat walking or jogging in out of the way places on their own, or during darkness, can badly burn?
That is, soon see them attacked, raped or killed, given that there are evil male predators lurking out there,
Who, I’m ashamed to say (given that I’m a male), number in the thousands, and thus are good cause for fear.
Hence why so many women go missing, never to be heard of again, their bones later discovered,
Though that's only when their death, place of departure and burial, and horrific end, is uncovered.
Having been held prisoner in a dungeon under some predator’s house — yes, sex slaves, we’re talking here,
Who before being tortured, killed and dumped, terrible deviant sexual activity had to bear.
Yet despite the warnings, the many cases that we hear of on the News, they’re still seen out there alone,
Walking or jogging where and when they shouldn’t, oft scantily clad too — yes, in the “asking for it” zone.
All why men who care, and who protect women rather than injure them, shake their head unbelievably,
Unable to figure out why these women do such, for even a fool, the perils of such can see.
Yes, given the times that we live in, it’s hard to understand, but perhaps one reason why some don’t see
Is, because they’re too accepting of, even involved in, much of the rot dragging down society.
In other words, they’re so used to the rot that they don’t realise just how bad things are, somehow numbed, sadly,
And many only to discover such when so assaulted, sexually and horrifically.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded on 23 May 2023.
Something For Women To Ponder On
Many
women are dressed in a way that they may not consider as sexy, but that
actually is — well, certainly to a man — hence their possible
surprise. What a woman may see as relatively harmless can be very
stirring to a male.
So what are we talking about here that's likely to indeed draw a man’s eyes and appeal to his loins?
Well, here’s a few things to consider:
Tops and dresses that reveal a woman’s breasts to any degree.
Tops
that tightly cling to a woman’s breasts in order to emphasise every
curve, and such made more inviting by the above, and including
emphasised nipples.
Skirts
that sit well above the knee coupled with a leggy look that’s
emphasised by high heels — such skirts revealing much thigh when a
woman is seated with her legs crossed.
Skirts, slacks, jeans and shorts that tightly hug both bottom and crutch.
Bare stomachs.
Am I saying that women shouldn't dress this way? What I'm saying is, that women should mind.