Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Rhyming Poems

My website was last updated:
24 April 2017

And this very page was last updated:
4 April 2017

The poem:
Poetry With A Mission

Special focus page.


2.  R.I.P Planet Earth?
3.  Just In Case
4.  I Can't Talk?
5.  I'm No Hero
6.  Don't Want To Offend?
7.  Count On Me
8.  Long Live Free Speech!
9.  I Am Charlie, But...

10.  Never Hinder Protest
11.  Just Say It
12.  Best It's Hollered
13.  Don't Get Too Hung Up On Delivery
14.  Canaries In The Mine
15.  Far Better I Be Honest
16.  Are You A Mere Shadow?
17.  Crosses Come With Every Such Hero

The Champions

Dear friend:

You've come to the right website if you're HURTING,
or simply wanting to be entertained via the light-hearted, or informed, stirred or  challenged via the thought provoking.
By the way:
You've got nothing to lose and possibly much to gain given that the material on this website will stimulate and  broaden your thinking, and could spare you and your loved ones from some serious ill.
please bear in mind that this website is more designed to tap folk on the shoulder rather than pat them on the back.
the poems that are presented here act somewhat like a referee's whistle, a teacher's chalk, a tradesman's toolbox, a cleaner's brush and shovel, and yes, a friendly camper's fire. 

Other websites that interest me:


My mentioning of any website doesn't imply a  blanket endorsement.

More of my own quotes:

"Love needs no man to explain it, but calls all men to express it."

"An evil act always has a rotten root."

"How any country treats its poor and deals with poverty, depends on how high a regard it has for humanity."

"The greatest enemies are often within."

"Falsehood always has it in for truth."

“It can be very difficult, if not impossible, to find solid evidence for many truths given that those behind the scenes, (and often in sheep’s clothing), hardly advertise their evil doings and vigorously discredit both messenger and his or her possible discovery, which, may still be in the making and thus even easier for folk to portray as another conspiracy theory.”

“Before we knock conspiracy theories, we should remember that history is awash with conspiracies, evil plotters having had a feild day."

"Evil men often leave no trace of their involvement and direct from the shadows."

"Good government requires good men."

"The only thing that stops a hell bent society is disaster."

"A nation that sinks is eventually sunk."

“Ladders are for sharing, not hogging.”

"That which many find too hard to believe is often the believable in unfamiliar clothing.”

"Love says what others don't, won't, or can't, and the reason it does is, because it should and must."

"If we don’t have some kind of moral code written on our conscience and sown in our heart, we won’t be concerned about breaking any civil law, and why the former is far more important than the latter."

"If love was admiring its reflection, would that reflection be you?"

"We’re living in a time where most prefer fables to truth, and where truth is indeed being exchanged for fables."

“Sleight of hand and smoke and mirrors seem the order of the day.”

“The greatest poverty is that which is found in too many hearts and minds.”

“This world will only be a better place when it’s full of better people.”

"Out of suffering comes empathy."

“It’s not wealth that’s the problem, but the selfish and irresponsible misuse of it.”

“Hard times always pick on the needy.”

"Every day that we're given is too precious to waste, for every day that we're given cannot be replaced."

“There’s a little bit of everyone in all of us.”

"Wealth should never be seen apart from an acute conscience and deep sense of duty.”

"Sense comes with age, but seldom with the ages."

“It’s crystal-clear that some things aren’t.”

"The degree to which we care is measured by the degree of our effort."

"The welfare safety net has nothing to do with the left but everything to do with what's right."

"Memories are always better when they're preceded by wise choices and selfless acts."

“To laugh at someone’s misfortune is to invite your own.”

"Our life is shallow and empty until it’s filled with loving words and deeds that quench the thirst in others."

"If we're not prepared to help somone who's broken down on the road of life, we can't complain if they're slowing down the traffic and holding us up."

“I find it intriguing how many who’ve been there are no longer in touch with where they’ve been.”

"Those who bury their head in the sand miss seeing the incoming tide."

"Your past is not the present unless you let the present remain your past."

"Open minds are precious things, for such are seldom found and sorely needed."

“Hidden justice isn’t justice, nor its judge or jury worthy.”

"If you’re afraid to say it, chances are you should."

"The man a woman marries can make or break her life, and hence why a woman should do her homework before she becomes a wife."

"No voice should be silenced lest all voices be silenced."

"Earth's wounds are humanity's shame."

“Freedom’s only as safe as we are free.”

“Those who willingly tend the throne of he who acts by force, are often the victims of that very same iron fist.”

“Those who plot have lost the plot.”

“What evil men can’t get by consent, they take by stealth or force.”

“Cold hearts are the result of frozen minds.”

“We all have the same brain, but not all have the same heart.”

“Political correctness knows neither humour nor charity.”

“If as much time was spent on others as most spend on themselves, there would be a lot less folk seeking help from others and more time for others to spend on themselves.”

“Good health is determined more by one’s mouth and mind.”

“If you’re blessed with much, bless those with less.”

“People are often generous with a little but seldom with a lot.”

"The welfare system is a country’s heartbeat. Thus, strong beat — healthy condition, weak beat — terminal condition."

“Selling the assets of one’s country, (even partially), is a short term fix that ensures long term repercussions and a possible demise.”

“There’s nothing more odious than class distinctions.”

“It could be said that the two greatest offences are the violating of the innocent and the neglecting of the needy.”

“Scapegoats are always the victims of something that they’ve had nothing to do with.”

“No, they, he, her, wouldn’t do that — oh dear, naivety, naivety.”

It’s better to have a clear conscience than a fear of shadows.”

"Truth will only open like a bud where it's tended by an open mind."

“What’s right has never hurt anyone, but what’s wrong has always hurt everyone.”

"If truth was counting its supporters, would you be one of them?"

"Laughter does for the body what a surgeon can't."

"When we engage in attempting good via evil, we prove that we aren’t good given that  we’re still acting evilly."

“Those whose hearts are dark, oft clothe themselves in light.”

“History only teaches us what we remember.”

“Love one another is good advice, that each may live long on the Earth.”

“Truth is as popular as it suits.”

"This world will always be worse off for every good man or women who leaves it."

“One grows as one goes.”

“The trouble with birthdays is that they blab one’s age.”

“Self-preservation is a short-term fix that afflicts everyone in the long-term.”

"Always remember that tougher sentences and harsher jails mean greater suffering for the wrongly convicted, of which there are far too many."

“A promise not kept was but a lie in disguise.”

“Love’s better seen than heard, for when it’s not seen, it’s merely a word.”

“Given that television has become the new teacher, parent, nanny and pastor, it’s no surprise that society is heading for disaster.”

“Life’s not a blank cheque but a limited sum that we need to spend wisely.”

“Our life should not consist of what we take but what we give.”

“Too many pits are dug by borrowed spades.”

"Love seeks what's best, does what's right, and says what's true."

“If it’s not acceptable to lie, why is it considered acceptable to pretend?”

"Today's parent shapes tomorrow's child."

"The more women dress sexy, the more men become lusty."

“One wrongly opened door can lead to many more.”

“To punish folk for cruelty to animals; to speak of animal rights and liberation; to set up animal shelters and clinics; to weep over the loss of a pet, and then unnecessarily slaughter and eat animals, is to surely render ourselves hypocrites; send a very confusing message to the young; and to display a selective sensitivity that would do a dictator proud.”

"When people live off the fat of the land, that fat eventually kills them."

"Though plainness may not turn heads, beauty can only but eventually disappoint."

"We only care as much as we try."

"Bad governments always look for scapegoats."

“It’s better to live in peace than to end up in pieces.”

"If everybody gave there'd be less need to give."

"This world's problems require the response of everyone."

"The petty only attracts the petty."

"To gain the world, one only needs to fool the mass."

“War is a catastrophic fouler of planet Earth.”

“We all like to think that we’re better than we are, and hence how we hinder and delay our growth.”

“Countries that torture their enemies can’t be trusted not to torture their own.”

“If you hear a voice in your head saying, “Kill,” it’s not a heavenly one but a Satanic one — the product of delusion, derangement or drugs.”

“No matter how noble the cause may seem, soldiers are but sanctioned killers, and we implicated via our enlisting their help or our patriotic cheers.”

“Only the watchful, informed and knowing see those nibbles at liberty that eventually lead to its being devoured entirely.”

"Ignorance is more oft an excuse than a reason.”

“The ones who tell us what we don’t like to hear are usually the ones who truly care.”

“Truth bows to no one’s displeasure, but may choose its time and place.”

“The acceptance of something that’s not good or right is usually preceded by incremental steps.”

“There’s no greater hypocrisy than acting violently when protesting against the mistreatment of humanity.”

“To be defensive of any cherished belief when confronted with evidence to the contrary, is to simply deceive ourselves and continue to propagate error.”

“Freedom of expression must never be negotiable, but rather, always demanded and the bottom-line.”

"Beware any man who's bowed to, worshipped and followed, for what mortal would have the gall to soak in such God-like adoration?"

“Compromise: Something that’s either positive or negative.”

"A passion for truth will spare us from lies and deception."

"Oft subtle is the web that ensnares."

"When someone considers them self as either a republican or democrat, say, they reveal their inability to see the flaws in either and the foolishness of such left and right enslavement."

"Those who exchange rights for security are but the biggest of fools, for such security is but an illusion, and such a perilous exchange a gift to any would-be enemy-cum- those whose cunning is well versed in cause and effect."

“If evolutionists took their case to court, it would be thrown out due to insufficient evidence, and they, charged with playing with what evidence they’d produced in order to protect their own creation.”

“When we exchange creation by design for evolution by itself, we end up with no guidelines, no boundaries, no direction, no purpose, no hope and no accountability — good reason for treating evolution as nothing more than a theory, and a bad one at that.”

“Selfishness, violence and hate are the surest sign of a fallen creation, and selflessness, pacifism and love the surest sign that once it wasn’t.”

“To revere a man as if he were a god, and follow his dictates as if he were Jesus Christ, is to sell ones soul, bequeath ones conscience, and stab ones own heart.

“People can't be elevated by adoring what is no higher than themselves.”

“When men seek thrones of adulation and power, they certainly aren’t emulating He who entered on a donkey and departed on a cross.”

“If the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah came back to life, I’m sure that  they would feel right at home.”

“Any religion that has a secret side to it; that insists that it's the only one to be followed; that justifies persecution and the taking of life; that’s end is that all become subject to it; that seeks the aid of military might and courts; that demands its leader be worshipped, is clearly not of God.”

“I’d rather believe in a God who isn’t, than not believe in a God who is.”

As mentioned, these quotes are my very own creation, and one or two have been taken from the page that is entitled:
Author's Pen.

A call to return to the path of truth, the ways of love, and the benefits and safeguards of sense.

"The selfless protecting of another's own, health and life, the vigorous defending of another's rights, liberty and freedom, and the sensitive attending to another's suffering, heartbreak or misfortune, these truly maketh a man — and remember this: That love knows nothing of wrong; and truth, nothing of accommodation."

Welcome to my reality based website

This broad-based website, designed for the times, features a light-hearted section, a secular-generic section, and a religious section.
However, don't forget the introduction on my poem list page with its special features.
Here on my website, you will not only find poetry, (the main meal), but prose and articles. Such all being largely issue based, and such all being part and parcel of my personal journey, and thereby, a cathartic exercise, a collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views, beliefs and experiences. And all being my very own work, except where I have stated otherwise, and hopefully I've not overlooked anything given how in certain places I've drawn from articles here and there, and given how some things simply get lost in time.
Rather than my name, I sometimes put Author under my work.
I’ve cut my teeth on these poems, so don’t be surprised if any are in need of some poetical, grammatical dentistry. Many old and many new, and the different and experimental in-between. So munch on what you like and leave the rest on your plate.
For light-hearted poems, go straight to my light-hearted section, which also includes my amusing page The Secret, or for general poems of a light and tender nature, see my Anything pages, secular and Christian sections. Yes, I do have a sense of humour despite the serious nature of my website's mission. :-)  

Website aim, via calling it as it is...

To stimulate thought, generate discussion, facilitate change and meet people where they are I believing that there are certain issues that need addressing, and thus certain things that need to be said, and given that most are looking where it isn't, (certain distractions aiding and abetting).
And certain lessons I've learnt and wish to pass on.

Poem coverage, in brief...

Relationships; love; life; empathy; human rights; equality; suffering; poverty; death; suicide; values; health; tyranny;  environmental/animal issues; freedom/liberty issues; religion; politics; welfare; age; violence; wealth; war; crime; etc.
In other words, anything and everything.

Eighteen random SAMPLE POEMS can be seen below.
One of them represents my alternative poems which don't have the usual verses.

At any moment I might choose to tweak, alter, enhance, upgrade or add verses to any existing poem. 
As a
result of this, any poem of mine found outside this website could well be missing those improvements.
At any
I may also remove an existing poem, and new poems are placed anywhere and everywhere.

Just a few things that you'll discover here...

That it doesn't pay to hurt, neglect or ignore anyone and nor should anyone;
That there's far too much in the bowls of a few, and far too little or nothing in the bowls of many;
That men shouldn’t mistreat women, and that women shouldn’t frustrate men;
That animal cruelty, child molestation and torture are abominable crimes;
That pornography is destroying men, wrecking marriages and homes;
That evil is a sickness;
That we should be slow to condemn and quick to forgive;
That helping comes before preaching;
That compassion should be coupled with sense;
That the unrestricted voice of all should be heard by everyone;
That liberty is the only security, and that civil and religious liberty are sacrosanct;
That Church and State should never be wed;
That the path you choose determines the outcome;
That armchair critics should burn their armchairs, and that judging by appearances is a sure way to err;
That there’s no shame in emotional damage;
That wealth is a curse when it’s not used to bless;
That there is a time and place to judge;
That humans are herbivores by design such clearly seen in the dental structures for one;
That those who needlessly endanger themselves for any kind of pleasure, display a compromised intelligence;
That bad people often hide behind good things;
That people who're painted good can be bad, and that people who're painted bad can be good;
That it never pays to follow pied pipers of any description;
That there's nothing noble about the herd instinct, and that democracy is endangered by mobocracy;
That swinging to the left or right is how one becomes unbalanced;
That many are deceived because they allow others to do their studying and thinking for them;
That the majority have no idea what’s really going on, nor who's behind who or what;
That danger can lie in what we fail to see, and bias and apathy making such more likely;
That while people play, others scheme.
That those who forget the past are bound to repeat it;
That it's better to die for what's right than to live for what's wrong;
That much done in the name of love knows nothing of it, and that much done in the name of God knows nothing of Him.
That love, truth, virtue and individuality are paramount;
That morals, principles and standards are protective and thoughtful imperatives, hence society's need of an urgent u-turn;
That there’s no eternally burning Hell;
That God isn’t causing those earthquakes;
That climate change isn't a hoax but something that was biblically predicted;
That Christendom and Christianity are two different things;
That Darwin’s theory defies logic, sound science and evidence to the contrary.

Why make this website?

To understand the purpose of this website and my poetry, click on the Purpose button above. You may also like to read my poem Poetry With A Mission by clicking on the button to the right.                       

What this website is committed to...

Freedom of expression; civil-religious liberty; human rights; peace; the search for truth; the recovery of morals, principles and standards; and concern for creatures, the underdog and our planet.

Oh, by the way...

Please bear in mind that my journey hasn’t ended, and that as a consequence, I’m still stumbling, still making mistakes, and thus learning and growing just like everyone else. Therefore, if I have erred somehow, I ask your forgiveness in advance. However, it should always be kept in mind that both this website and its content has primarily been designed to provoke thought that might not otherwise be forthcoming. If you disagree with something that I’ve said-cum-think I’m wrong, remember this: How can I grow if you don’t let me know, (should it be that I am wrong)? And yes, I wouldn't mind the chance to reply.

“When it comes to freedom of expression, anything and anyone must be fair game, (not exempt from scrutiny and criticism), because any line drawn is an automatic infringement and one step always being the beginning of more; and then, who's our master? — and remember this: That religion should be big enough to cope with ridicule, and every one of us sensible enough to know that there's a time, place and way, and every one of us kind enough to show the same thought and feeling that we would like to receive from others."

Or to put this matter another way:

"There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in permitting its abuse."


"Stand up, speak out, and if you must, march peacefully and in a dignified manner, not turning to lawlessness, violence, rioting, foul or deceptive means, for by such, you’ll stand condemned yourself and simply spin that tired old merry-go-round — and remember this: Many things that have been achieved via dubious means could’ve just as easily been achieved if only more voices had been raised and felt in the corridors of power."

"Let others speak as they will, and your right to speak likewise will be assured, because
it's only by looking after the rights of others that we secure our own."

The Author

You won't leave unaffected — therefore, expect the unexpected; and please remember
the following: That personal expression is exactly that, and that you chose to enter. Bravo!

No inappropriate content; just communication that's straight, open, honest and sincere,
with no disrespect or injury intended.

"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

"Never confuse straight talk with harshness, nor pleasing words with love."

"Loving everyone doesn't mean accepting everything."

"Though the heart should always rule, it will err where it's not connected to the brain."

"Though things are easier said than done, and none of us beyond tripping, falling or failing, things should still be said, and things should still be done."

"It has ever been the way of man to call some truth a lie and some lie a truth, and why men often utter with their lips what their heart denies."

"We're only as good as our heart, only as sound as our mind, and only as deep as our soul."

The Author

Poetry that shouts, confronts, questions, rouses, informs, pleads, shares, inspires, encourages, heartens, empathises, weeps, sighs, smiles and sees love as the only answer.

Poetry that takes no sides but that of all who’ve been wrongly accused or mistreated — in other words, poetry that condemns wrong wherever and whoever it's coming from, and whatever that wrong may be.

Poetry that often behaves like prose thus making prose behave like poetry; such being an experiment that bridges the two and frees poetry from its somewhat rigid constraints

— the message contained within each poem being more the focus than the poetic artistry.
Such poems, (a good portion of my poetry), could possibly be viewed as being somewhat like paragraphs or a complete page in a book where the end of each line happens to rhyme.

"It’s surely better to live as if there’s a moral God of love and an enlightening day of judgment-cum-justice;
as if the way we live now determines our destiny, (eternal life in a paradise or eternal death), lest it be so
— and remember this: That if we did in fact only live for three score years and ten, (and never again), it would be better that those years be as bright and wholesome as possible rather than plagued by self-imposed worry, pain, strife, hardship or misery, unless, of course, any discomfort was the result of suffering for another’s sake.
And remember this too: That t
o judge God when you haven't experienced a personal relationship with Him, haven't a sound and objective understanding of His Word, nor a good grasp of the evidence supporting His creative works,
is to err and condemn without being ignorant of the fact.”


“Lance Landall reporting for duty, Sir!”
“Time you got here. Okay, son, get that rhythm and rhyme flowing, be it pithy words or witty fun, and see that there’s no slowing, ya hear. And while you’re at it, son, lots of verses too, not just one or two, and share — yes, every single one. Bowl them over with poetry and prose, anything poets might dare to compose, rattle their brain cells, yank at their heart, and tickle their toes — yes, make ’em laugh, make ’em think, make ’em cry, even get them wondering why. And while you’re at it, son, throw in a little bit of this and that, and don’t stop until it’s done. Now scat."
"Yes, Sir!"


1.  Open The Door

Open the door to love, seat it at the head of your table, place it on a throne,
And let it reign unhindered, steal the show, call the shots, save the day and set the tone.
Yes, let love direct your heart, take the wheel, circle each day on your calendar too,
That it may pave the way, heal some wound, bridge some gulf, and pursue the right avenue.

Oh yes, let love stalk the wayward, scale any wall, pull back the curtains, scent the air,
Surround each crib and farewell each casket, hover tenderly where there’s any tear.
Yes, let love choose the right time and place, even words, arrange the notes in every tune,
Thus taking you and I to greater heights via an all-embracing hot air balloon.

By Lance Landall


2.  You're Not Alone

I wish I could remove your suffering, or is it heartbreak you’re going through?
But all I can do is show that I care via word or act, thus thinking of you.
For who’d ignore a fellow traveller struggling with pain or grief? — no, not I,
This world having given me many a reason to sigh, cry and question “Why?”

Yes, there’re many of us who’ve suffered too, though I’ve no desire to talk of me,
But rather, to let you know that you’re not alone, though feeling so, possibly.
And if so, understandably so, for this world can be very harsh and cold,
Or so it seems until the cheer of a caring rosebud is seen to unfold.

Perhaps it’s just a hug you need, or arm around the shoulder, such no mere token,
For sometimes greater thoughtfulness is shown via an act where words aren’t spoken.
In fact, words oft getting in the way, some folk kind of clumsy with what they say,
But meaning well, though who among us never errs, isn’t seen to wrongly weigh?

Yes, be it physical or emotional, some things are very hard to bear,
And why it’s reassuring to know that folk who truly love and care are near.
For though they can’t wave a magic wand, they can seek or pray on our behalf, and
In the meantime, via word or act, show that they really feel for us, understand.

By Lance Landall

3.  It's So Easy

It’s so easy to look at others, (and sound evaluations must oft be made),
But clearly we all have our own sad flaws and failings, and some price for wrong have paid.
Yes, most of us needing more than just a cut and polish, and yet, pointing harshly,
And this, when many are struggling with who knows what; or they clinging perilously.

Yes, insensitive words and acts can act like boots on fingers, and down many go,
Cutting stones and rocks showering them as they plummet; other R.I.Ps below.
And we with all the excuses as to why they have only got themselves to blame —
Well, one way or another — and self-righteousness too often adding to our shame.

Yes, it’s true that many have caused their own dilemma having acted foolishly,
But it’s better to give them a helping hand and not leave some folk feeling angry.
For anger that's fuelled by frustration or desperation can kick back at us all —
Well, one way or another — and why it pays to show heart-cum-make the better call.

But hey, where’s our humanity, that milk of human kindness-cum-selfless love, and,
That mercy that's also long-suffering, that attempt to try and understand?
After all, friend, what if the boot was on the other foot, and thus we in their place?
For life has a habit of toppling thrones and rebuking any who don’t show grace.

By Lance Landall

4.  Come The Revolution

Yes, come the revolution — that love revolt — folk refusing to argue or fight,
Such an underground movement that’s warmth would replace all the darkness and gloom with light.
Yes, a joining of hands or linking of arms, kindness and compassion on a roll,
A desire for all that’s good, honourable and worthy soon reigning in each soul.

Imagine it! Handshakes, cuddles and even kisses greeting people every day,
They unable to escape the wave of love and benevolence coming their way.
Oh, how exciting to even think of such, for what a difference it would make,
And why I yearn for such a revolution, peace and harmony left in its wake.

Yes, no destructive riots, just winning ways and smiles, happiness and joy seizing hearts,
Everyone making the best of everything, helping out where there’s spilt apple carts.
A revolution where there’s no turning back, all negative bridges burnt behind,
And when it came to coldness, thoughtlessness and oversight, such one hard-pressed to find.

Wow, wouldn’t it be grand, so come the revolution, I say, that Tsunami of love,
And above the door of each home and workplace those fitting symbols, a heart and dove.
Yes, no more selfishness, but a never-ending fountain of everything that’s best,
All thanks to that people changing revolution 
the best cause in which to invest.

By Lance Landall

5.  My Dear Friend

My dear friend, and because I truly love you so — in other words, truly care —
I’ll always tell you what you need to know, not just say what you might like to hear.
And therefore certain things may hurt, and this, no matter how carefully I tread,
As truth often reveals the unpleasant, those things that sometimes need to be said.

And that’s love, for love puts another’s best interests first, even withholds praise —
In other words, doesn’t say you’re good at something when you’re not, nor false hopes raise —
Otherwise, you might well make a fool of yourself, perhaps reaching for a mike,
And those in the audience laughing at your voice, wishing you’d be on your bike.

No, love has far more sense than that, for had I foolishly said that you sing well,
You’d be slow to trust my judgment again given how “Get off the stage!” can chill.
But enough about singing, for that’s just one example, and why truth’s best said,
And lest due to such folly you join the ranks of those who’ve nonsense in their head.

Yes, the world is full of inflated egos, balloons that are about to burst,
Folk who’ve been set up for a fall via misplaced warm fuzzies of which they’ve a thirst;
And why criticism’s hardly popular despite it oft being a good friend,
And the way of fools soon leading to their own or someone else’s sticky end.

And this, dear friend, why I’ll always be honest with you, share what it’s best you know,
And thus I at peace with myself, my conscience clear and my heart shouting, “Bravo!”
For stating the truth and calling things as they are is not just a caring act,
But a courageous one given how so many now prefer fantasy to fact.

By Lance Landall

6.  Don't Doubt Your Worth

Sometimes we can feel like a nobody, lost within the great sea of humanity,
A grain of sand pushed and pulled by life’s tides, or shoved by waves of insensitivity.
Or perhaps a leaf, one that’s detached and floating aimlessly, adrift on a cool breeze,
One caught in some melancholy Autumn, concerned that fate’s careless rake might cruelly seize.

Yes, sometimes life can leave us feeling left out, that we don’t fit in, and we feel alone,
Lost in caverns of introspection, where we wrestle fretfully, and inwardly groan.
Or we struggle to find our way through the maze of past mistakes, regret nipping our heels,
And we wonder — yes, we oft wonder — is there anyone else who the same as us feels?

A nobody, a grain of sand, a leaf, an after thought possibly, or last resort,
Someone who hardly figures in the mind of others, a vessel that’s without a port.
Yes, somebody just like us, aching inside, wanting to be noticed, or even heard,
Who’s seemingly destined to go it alone, others nodding but not saying a word.

And yet, our value is just as great, and our place on this earth just as necessary,
Thus, regardless of how we may feel, we have an important place in humanity,
For every beach relies on every grain of sand, and each leaf has its place on each tree,
Thus, should our time on earth expire, so much the worse for our absence this world would be.

By Lance Landall

7.  Don't Doubt Your Place

Don’t be fazed by film stars, pop stars, presidents, kings, queens or popes, nor consider yourself any less,
For they’re just as human as you are, and no greater, despite their position, power or success.
Yes, they too, have to attend that little room where one is humbled, and they too, become elderly,
For they’re just as mortal as you, simply have a different function, are known far more publicly.

And hence why I’d never pay homage to one who’s as earthly as me, though I’d still act politely,
Aware that some have a certain role to play, a certain authority, responsibility.
But though such be so, I also knowing that they don't have a different body or brain to me,
And hence are thus my equal, and there to serve too, not to lord it over me, or humanity.

History’s littered with ambitious, deluded fools, propelled by delusions of grandeur — their own

They wanting to make their mark, and boy, they sure do, terribly so, dictating from their self made throne.
Others strut like egotistic peacocks, lapping up the attention, basking in their own glory,
Only to suffer the same fate as anyone else — lost looks, old age, a plot in a cemetery.

Meantime, amidst their power play, or love affair with the limelight, they act as if they’re more worthy,
When in fact they’re often less so, given that their acts or behaviour work more injuriously.
And those who could be deemed as worthy, and even greater, are humbly lost within society,
Where they quietly leave behind a better legacy — selflessly, and even unconsciously.

By Lance Landall

8.  Catch On?

Even when life has dealt us blows, left us with hurt and pain, it’s better to remain loving,
And midst the fog of broken dreams, heartache and loss, to seek out others with whom we can sing.
By that I mean, to lose ourselves in selfless acts and gentle ways, and words that warm and heal,
For responding any differently, even more joy, peace, hope and happiness will steal.

Yes, such is how we make our heart smile again, how we still move forward, and find our way through,
Searching for any little thing that will brighten, found in those things that for others we do.
For as we lift another’s spirit, ease their lot, and via those loving acts of kindness share,
Our own load is lightened, our season soothed, and possibilities are oft seen to appear.

We shouldn’t dwell on what we’re missing, on what might’ve been, or even on what should’ve been,
But rather, make the most of the present and what we have, for things will always intervene.
Hence why life’s really in the living, the being, our sight, our hearing, even our sense of smell,
And not so much in grandiose plans, nor romantic dreams, for many betray, kiss and tell.

Better to thrive on little, for little disappoints less, given expectations are low,
And given that acceptance and contentment are the two greatest friends that any can know.
For we all arrived with nothing, and will leave with nothing, given living is in the being,
And why we’ll never experience true peace until this little gem of truth we’re seeing.

By Lance Landall

9.  Mind What You Say And Do

It’s sad that it can take almost a life-time before we’ve learnt, and then it’s often too late,
For the damage is done, our energy waning, and troubles and poor health lying in wait,
And we, very regretful, our back against the wall, and old father time ticking away,
All of which then seems to conspire against us, as if wanting to make us suffer and pay.

When all is said and done, it’s all about treating other folk well, and not causing them ill,
For come those twilight hours of our life, and amidst deep reflection, past wrongs may haunt and chill,
Yes, rather than the warmth of much happier memories, and deeds more noble and worthy,
We may feel cold draughts of restlessness and anxiety, and sleep may not come easily.

And we may also be forced to live with the baleful results of our callousness and folly,
Be that via personal scars, or scars we’ve inflicted on others that shout at us daily,
For all that we do and say results in something be it minor or major, good or bad,
Which, amidst our final years, will leave past years looking beautifully or shamefully clad.

Or to put it another way, such will leave us selflessly clothed or selfishly exposed,
Our conscience clear or pricking, and we, thus either agitated or serenely composed,
For all that we leave behind, either remains behind, or catches up, eventually,
A fact that has borne the test of time — one that rather than later, is better learnt early.

By Lance Landall

10.  The Bridge

Father and son stood staring into the stream as they leaned on the old wooden rail,
The son deep in thought, and sometimes fidgeting with the head of a protruding nail.
Many times both father and son had stood there together, watching the movements below,
Sometimes deep in conversation, sometimes silent, the time passing quickly or slow.

Geoff turned his head in the direction of his dad, his words questioning purposely.
“Why do some folk take their life, Dad?” And after pausing, “Seems like such a tragedy.”
“Well, son, that’s a very good question, but somewhat hard to answer, actually,
Given that sometimes there’s no apparent reason — that is, as far as one can see.”

The old wooden bridge creaked as he shifted his weight, his gaze now fixed upon his son,
The surrounding trees and foliage filtering out the rays of the noon day sun.
Ducks and ducklings paddled their way up stream, their beaks stabbing periodically,
And numerous birds and insects went about their daily routine just as busily.

“Have I ever told you about John Lock, son?”  “Not that I recall, Dad.”  “Oh, okay,
Well, John Lock had everything going for him, and everything seemed to go his way.
His wife was not only very beautiful, but she had a lovely personality,
And his children were lovely too — well behaved, talented, helping out willingly.

Yes, John appeared to be the luckiest man on earth, pretty much envied by all;
A stable of cars, a sound business, huge mansion, expensive paintings on each wall.
But to everyone’s amazement, or perhaps I should say shock, he took his own life,
Leaving behind what most of us can only dream of; plus his shattered kids and wife.”

“What do you make of folk like that, Dad? I mean, fancy taking your life so pointlessly.”
“Well, son, I guess it’s easy to think this or that, perhaps acting judgmentally,
But we really don’t know what’s going on in another’s mind, or what’s amiss, do we?
And who of us can say we’d never do such, for one’s life can change unexpectedly?

Now, I’m not condoning such, son, for suicide’s not something we should contemplate,
But how we feel today could change in time, should things in our life deteriorate.
I’m reminded of those who fall in love and say the proverbial, “We won’t part!”
Only to end up divorced a few years later, and even malice in their heart.

Yes, it’s a brave person who says I wont do this or that, for oft folk eat their words,
And when in love, or life’s going great, heads are oft in the clouds, folk away with the birds.
And you know, son, it’s all very well for some folk to condemn those who take their life,
But what about those who pointlessly risk their life, and when they’ve children and a wife?

Yes, how many risk their life attempting to break some record, or just for a thrill,
Effectively acting just as suicidal, given such pointless risks can kill.
In fact, one could say they’re worse, for they’re not suffering in some way, nor wanting to die,
And very irresponsibly are risking everything, which begs the question, “Why?

Surely if anyone’s worthy of condemnation, it’s such as these, in my view,
And yet, they’re oft applauded, lauded, are even given trophies for what they do.
Thus, as I see it, if anyone is selfish and thoughtless, it’s far more so these,
For the one who’s ill, confused, or distraught, neither clearly nor rationally sees.
What do you think, son?”  “Well, now that you mention such, Dad, I can’t help agreeing with you,
And I guess you’re glad I’m not one of those risk takers, nor suicide would pursue?”
“Indeed, son, even though you’ve had some rough years, reason to consider such,
But please know this, son: I would miss you terribly, for I love you so very much.”

“Thank you, Dad. I’ve always enjoyed our chats on the bridge, and it’s so peaceful down here.”
“Yes, me too, son. There’re times when we bottle things up, when such we really need to air.
Life has its rugged patches, but that’s all they are, son — that is, in the scheme of things,
For just as there’s sun after rain, there’s dawn after night, and that little bird that sings.

Well, son, I guess we’d better head back, ay?”  “I guess so, Dad, but first I’ll grab a stick.”
Okay, son, I’ll saunter ahead, and if you’re as hungry as I am, you’d best be quick.
Knowing your sweet mother, son, she will probably have the table set already.”
“Sure, Dad, I won’t be long.” And so saying, he was lost in foliage immediately.

And there, he reached inside his jacket and withdrew a handgun, it loaded and deadly,
His pocket now free of the offending object, and his hands moving purposely.
The bullets removed, he flung all into the deeper water upstream, much more concealed,
Where there in the murky shadows, hopefully his secret would never be revealed.

By Lance Landall

Note: Names mentioned are fictitious

11.  For Crying Out Loud

You may not approve of same-sex sexual acts, Gay marriages, pornography or abortion,
Cults, certain religious beliefs and practices, door knockers, dope smoking or prostitution
— And that’s your right —
But for crying out loud, don’t ever mentally or physically abuse anybody,
For hate filled words, cruel acts and violence are not only moronic, but weak and cowardly.

Okay, so someone hurt you — so what? — for you don’t have to retaliate, thus acting like them,
For how can you stand tall and protest when indulging in the very same thing that you condemn?
No, striking back is a mug’s game, and who wants to emulate the behaviour of fools and bullies?
For all who treat others badly are partakers in evil, suffering from the same disease.

Yes, you’ve a right to your view, freedom of expression precious, and rightful avenues of protest,
But for crying out loud, never lay hands on anybody, nor in abusiveness invest.
For sad rhetoric and callous behaviour are good friends of bigotry and persecution,
And thus always add to humanity’s problems rather than joining hands in any solution.

You may not be happy with some who’ve authority, their introductions or audacity,
Or you may have a problem with some organisation, and some underhand things that you see.
But whatever or whoever, you get to choose your response, for that response doesn’t choose you,
And whatever that response, it’ll paint you as bad or better, as one’s words and acts always do.

So for crying out loud anyone, stifle those words, unclench those fists, and shun any weaponry,
For though you’ve a right to think and feel differently, you’ve no right to mistreat humanity.
And should someone hurt you, don’t jump on the same merry-go-round, but rather, help pull on the brakes,
For the one who doesn’t becomes a party to the crime, and love, wisdom and foresight forsakes.

By Lance Landall

The poem above is referring to our general treatment of others.

12.  It's Not Until Later

Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.

It seems that when we’re in our youth, (even a little older), we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.

Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.

If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now — and can’t explain.
By Lance Landall

13.  When Love Will Have The Final Say

When I see love in action — love that’s genuine and true — I just know that there must be a plan for man,
One with the best of intentions, one that’s been awaiting its time — that is, since evil somehow began.
And I’ll keep on believing so, for there’s one thing I’m sure of — LOVE WILL TRIUMPH SOON — and permanently,
But not before we’ve seen the worst of evil, its final push to ensnare all, albeit temporarily.

Yes, I’ll take love’s side any day, for I have seen its fruitage, and thus know of its possibilities,
Unlike evil — a dead-end street — which, when it’s reigning within folk, just acts like a terminal disease,
One that’s contagious, though there is a cure for those who wish to be free of its poisonous infamy,
And that cure is love — pure, unadulterated love — for I have seen the results of its potency.

Oh yes, nothing works like love, nothing satisfies more — for love, unlike hate, is balanced and in harmony,
A beautiful holistic tree bursting with bountiful promises — yes, cheery growth that one can see.
A tree that keeps on giving, no thought for itself, but nourished and fed by its own generosity,
Each one of its flowers leaving a lasting sweetness in the air, one rich in selfless ancestry.

And why I just know that love’s the answer, and that in due season it will deliver, not disappoint,
Unlike evil, which leaves a bitter taste, a cruel legacy — not a home, but some sleazy rundown joint.
Yes, only love knows the way, only love provides hope, purpose and light, a coming solution filled day,
And why I won’t stop believing until that time when love will have the final say, and thus evil slay.

By Lance Landall

14.  It's Our World

Dear fellow traveller, amidst the billions on this Earth — I’ve a message I wish to share, given your inheritance by birth, and your existing presence here.
This planet is yours and mine, it doesn’t belong solely to kings or queens, popes or presidents, prime ministers in residence, nor any government; even power or society behind the scenes, but rather, to us, the people — yes, not someone on a throne, behind an official desk, or ecclesiastically ensconced under some steeple.
No disrespect is intended here, but only the clear recognition, that this Earth belongs to humanity, you and I — in other words, us, we — not solely to those in power, regardless of their position, regardless of their authority, and including any majority, for humanity is also the minority, given that we’re all linked genetically, historically, and universally, and given that such is acting humanely, quite honestly.
Though rightful laws and order have their place, no one should seek to conquer and rule the human race, and all who would seek to do so, by stealth, legislation or might, wouldn’t have justification, would be lovers of darkness rather than light, who though pretending otherwise, would ultimately catch by surprise, thus displaying their true face.
Yes, this planet belongs to you and I, who likewise, pressure or force cannot justify, (despite how much we might try), for the birthright of all is freedom and liberty, (be that civil or religiously), the right to be left alone to live in peace and harmony, to be free from the evil plots, plans and tentacles of tyranny, and not to mention, the right to have access to every necessity.
Yes, we weren’t meant to be controlled, bought or sold, trampled on, sneeringly looked upon, coldly mistreated, shackled, persecuted or defeated, somehow abused, indifferently used, played with like marionettes, gathered together in plotter’s nets, nor considered as if just a clone, for we’ve a brain, a heart, a dream, a path, a life and purpose of our own, and were born to love not hate, and to goodness, mercy and kindness radiate, for such always works for the best, ensuring that all are blest, whereas hate just destroys, and all manner of evil employs, for it’s tied to lust and power, seeks to overthrow not empower, and all the while, oft hiding behind a smile, (which given time, quickly turns sour).
Though we’re humanity, we’re not some herd to be rounded up, processed and programmed physically, mentally or emotionally, nor were we meant to be serfs at the beck and call of bureaucracy, but rather, are individuals in our own right, little worlds of our own, with corresponding patents and copyright.
Yes, it’s our world, not the possession of a group, a majority, nor some man, who, were these given control — that is, of the world as a whole — would prove a threat to all, and eventually, flames of trouble just fan.

By Lance Landall


Why is God allowing it all?

It's this simple:
Heaven is God's headquarters from where He rules and runs the universe.

One of His subjects, Lucifer, a very privileged angel now called Satan, became jealous of Him, wanting to be equal with Him, and such ended in open rebellion.
Satan was removed from Heaven, (he thus being the origin of sin, evil, suffering and wicked spirit beings), and has since sought our personal downfall, and total control over Earth and humanity.
As far as the latter goes, and despite trying via previous powers that sought world domination, he hasn’t succeeded yet, but the Christian Bible warns that he soon will via a coming global power that will deceive most via its clever spiel, cunning, and signs and wonders. One that eventually demands worship. And this why God will never support any attempt to install such a government, and why His Word speaks ill of it.
If you wish to, grab a Bible and check out Revelation chapter thirteen, verses eleven to eighteen in particular, and also Revelation chapter 14, verses nine to thirteen.

Because God has given us the freedom and liberty to choose between Him and Satan, good and evil, the right path or wrong path, (God not wanting robots), He has to wait until that time when Satan will succeed.
This way the inhabitants of Earth, Heaven, and other created worlds will finally see Satan’s true heart and long term intentions — in other words, where such a heart and rebellion leads to. And this way there will never be another murmur against God, (who thinks in terms of eternity), Satan’s accusations will be proven groundless, and no one will want to follow in the likes of Satan’s selfish footsteps again.

Meantime God aches for an end to it all and promises that one day it will end.
He being the very same God who gave us a way out via Calvary, and the same God who secured the permanency of our race via a boat when He could’ve destroyed everyone via the global flood, or let them destroy themselves, which they would’ve given that there was only one family still living righteously, and thus they the occupants of that boat.
And God having always had our best intentions at heart because He’s the God of love and truth.
A God that Satan has always sought to misrepresent given that he has always been jealous of the glory and honour that God alone is due. And given that Satan is no doubt angry over his loss of Heaven and his fate to come, and why he'll take as many with him as he can, and, by the way, why he's behind all the mayhem.

15.  Right In Front Of Our Noses

Looking for answers, hope, love, a hero, one who could even rescue mankind?

Well, you’ll never beat that God who died to save us — and thus in blood, His love signed.
Oh, He’s real alright, eyewitnesses having seen and recorded such, and why
A cruel cross has become transformed, and a merciful advocate sits on high.

And hey, He not the one who’s responsible for all the pain and misery,
But a devil called Satan who thought he was riding high until Calvary.
And yes, he the one who has folk running after anything and everything,
Rather than the One who created us, a loving God who’ll deal with death’s sting.

So don’t let doubts or some evolution theory have you thinking otherwise,
For God is a God of truth, Earth’s creator, and Satan the father of lies,
Who, by the way, and right from the beginning, has challenged God’s authority,
Viscously attacked His Word, and via this avenue or that, sought His glory.

Yes, everything right in front of our noses, there all along, and yet folk stray
Away from the arms of a soon returning Saviour, and for what doesn't pay.
But isn’t that the way, we reaping what we sow, even finding out too late,
But God is gracious, and therefore, He slow to close Earth’s apocalyptic gate.

So if you’re looking for answers, hope, love, a super hero that you can trust,
Look no further than Jesus Christ, He faithful, all powerful, righteous and just.
And when the time is right, He’ll deal with that devil who tempts, afflicts and destroys,
And who in order to achieve his evil ends, disguised men on Earth employs.

Yes, there’s only one super hero, and it’s not Batman, this man or that man,
But a God that much evidence points to; and the impossible? — yes, He can!
For it was He who hung the stars in space, set this Earth spinning, and precisely,
He being a God of order and beauty who responds to folk personally.

He not only left a paradise behind to save us, but risked it all,
And even died saying, “Forgive them, Father,” and, “Mind My mum, John,” I recall.
Now that’s Someone worth following, He suffering then and still suffering now,
Not just from more sinful nails, but from what He sees us suffer, yet must allow.

Oh, how He would’ve loved to have wrapped things up long ago, but the scene's not set
Whereby Satan gains total control of Earth via men who’ll aid and abet.
And then, (with Satan's ultimate intention seen), Christ will bring an end to it all,
And finally, and right here, His kingdom of peace, love and harmony install.

By Lance Landall

16.  The God Of Emotions

Oh yes, Jesus has feelings too, hence that tragic setting at Gethsemane,
For there Christ was witnessed sweating drops of blood at the prospect of Calvary.
Oh, the weight of what He had to face, and failure being a possibility,
Hence why He fell with His face to the ground overwhelmed at the enormity,

And prayed: “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me,”

And thrice He prayed such, though adding, “Yet not as I will, but as You will,” and then,
There He was at the tomb of Lazarus where He wept, touched by the sorrows of men.
Oh yes, Christ sure has feelings, has known rejection, grief and pain, (
such is clear),
And therefore, how terribly unkind it would be to think that He doesn’t care.

Yes, many times He was moved by the plight of someone’s suffering, and still is,
For via His creating of Adam and Eve, every person on this Earth is His.
And oh, how He cares, hates the sad entrance of sin-cum-that great controversy,
Which, in order that He be vindicated, must reach its telling finale.

And why I holler, “What a great God of love He is!,” and I will tell you why:

At any time He could’ve easily and completely destroyed humanity,
And with every right given our rebelliousness, ungrateful insanity.
Yes, that sad lack of trust, that disbelief, as if we just found our own way here,
When it was He who created everything, design and not chance crystal clear.

So listen, friend, for when you’re down and out, backed in a corner or nursing pain,
There’s a Saviour who’s deeply moved by your distress and with keys to every chain.

And all you have to do is turn to Him, for everyone’s plight tugs at His heart,
And oh, how He longs for that day when both you and Him will never be apart.


The God of emotions who feared eternal separation from His Father,
And sweated drops of blood while His disciples slept, (we too, doing what we’d rather).
Yes, a God who wept at the tomb of Lazarus, mortality’s cold domain,
And whose heart wells up with the same deep emotion when we too cry out in pain.

And be that pain emotional or physical, Christ suffering from both too,
His hands and feet marred by ugly nails, His heart pierced by sin and words that weren’t true.
Oh, how He suffered, for He’s the God of emotions, emotions placed in you,
For we’ve been made in His image and thus were created with same feelings too.

By Lance Landall

17.  The Mystery Of God's Love

Oh, the mystery of God’s love given how we wander from His side-cum-stray,
Given how we even turn our back on Him and foolishly go our own way,
And yet, there His love is, it unchanged and sure, it vigilant and unfailing,
But oh, off we go having forgotten those thorns, that cruel flogging and nailing.

Yes, our sleeping bag stashed behind God’s couch, as it were, we coming and going,
Our roving eyes paining our waiting Bridegroom who is all seeing and knowing,
And yet, though He could turn His back and has a right to, He still keeps wooing us,
For no one else’s love is as deep and forgiving as that displayed by Jesus.

Oh, how merciful and longsuffering He is — yes, such love a mystery,
Our one night stands and long term affairs constantly provoking His jealousy,
And yet, there He is, seeking, calling, even pleading, and where on Earth are we,
But seated in Satan’s playpen or coming and going indifferently.

Yes, the mystery of God’s love, we so undeserving of its warmth and grace,
And oh, how oft we take it for granted and our own crazy, selfish things chase,
And yet, God still persevering with us, hoping that we’ll be faithful and true,
For all that He has in store for us outshines those things we’re so prone to pursue.

And this why God is up all night, He pacing back and forth, His lantern glowing,
He peering into the darkness where ill winds are busy chilling and blowing.
Oh, how our Saviour yearns for our eternal company, our greatest well-being,
Which, once at home, and via the mystery of His love, we’ll never stop seeing.

By Lance Landall

18.  Heavenly Ribbons

If anyone has an oak tree with the biggest of ribbons, it’s Jesus Christ,
Who, on our behalf, the comforts of Heaven for an evil cross sacrificed.
Yes, and this while we were yet sinners, for Christ so wanted to see us set free,
Which is why there’s surely the biggest of ribbons tied to a heavenly tree,

Many ribbons, possibly.

Yes, that Tree of Life, perhaps, and Jesus watching and waiting for our return,
There no question that He still loves us, that old rugged cross showing His concern.
A cross no doubt hewn from a tree, one that’s metamorphosed into an oak tree,
And round its strong boughs those yellow ribbons conveying deep love for you and me.

Oh, how Christ desires that shackles of sin be broken, we released to come home,
And why for each one of us, the length and breadth of Earth our Saviour’s seen to comb;
In other words, why He’s watching from His window in Paradise, ears alert,
Hoping all aboard His grace train will spot those ribbons that His acceptance blurt.


I’m sure that He’ll see that grace train long before its whistle blows, His heart thumping,
Lest we miss those ribbons due to piles of diversions that the devil’s dumping.
And hopefully, our hearts thumping too, we longing to see some heavenly tree,
One with the biggest of ribbons — and we well! — Christ’s love still burning as brightly.

Oh, how I long for that day, Christ meantime sending me letters that give me hope,
Messages that midst those moments of any doubt or despair help me to cope.
For Heaven is still in the future, and thus the grace train still winding its way,
I longing for that ribbon bound tree that, “You’re home and still wanted,” will convey.

Yes, yellow ribbons and crowns with white robes, and then there’s that wedding feast as well,
Both Bridegroom and bride dining together; and forever, together will dwell.
For never again will there be a parting, and hence we enjoying that tree,
Which will always remind us that despite our fall, Christ still waited longingly.

Oh yes, if anyone has an oak tree with the biggest of ribbons, it’s Christ,
Who died on our behalf, and thereby, with His very own eternity diced.
Hence why He’d hardly not have the biggest of ribbons tied to an old oak tree,
For there’s no love like His, and why I’m so certain that such ribbons we will see.

By Lance Landall

"Violence and murder are never the way of the enlightened but those who’ve diseased hearts and minds, those who’ve taken leave of their senses, those who’ve been wrongly fed or brainwashed, and all of them misusing their liberty — and remember this: That our true character is revealed by the way we treat


Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what pains more to see.

Until we regard every human as a precious and sacred creation, (never to be violated in any way), and the well-being of creatures and this Earth as our duty, we’ll never progress beyond where we are, except in mere outward appearance perhaps.

This website only endorses rightful, non-destructive-cum-non-violent expression.

My poems began around 2002, my website was founded in 2005, and 1000 poems were penned by May 2012 that figure having become a goal. Now to potter.