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 website features both secular-generic and
Christian poetry, such being my personal journey; a cathartic exercise,
collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views,
beliefs and experiences, and all being my own work.
A number of light-hearted poems are included too.
Website aim, via calling it as it is...
To stimulate thought; generate discussion; and facilitate change. Issues that need addressing. Things that need saying.
Poem coverage, in brief...
love; life; empathy; human rights; equality; suffering;
death; suicide; values;
health; tyranny; environmental/animal issues;
religion; politics; welfare; age; violence; wealth; war; crime; etc.
Note: The number of verses in my typical poems, (as opposed to my alternative poems), can vary, and so too can the number of beats per line in any given poem.
Any one of these poems may change from time to time, (or be upgraded). Last change: 2 March 2014.
Why make this website?
To understand the purpose of this website, and my poetry, click on the PURPOSE button. Or, alternatively, first read my poem "Poetry With A Mission" (and attached poems) by clicking on the button to the right; then follow the link (beneath those poems) to the PURPOSE page.
What this website is committed to...
Freedom of expression; civil-religious liberty; human rights;
peace; the search for truth; and concern for creatures and the underdog.
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 contents have 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 would like the chance to reply.
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.
"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)
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.
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.
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.
“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."
SAMPLE POEMS, SECULAR
They're All The Same To Me
I don’t care whether someone is rich or poor, black or white, a waiter or a surgeon, a Muslim, Jew, atheist or Christian,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and as far as my life and circle go, not out but in,
For all have a place in this world, and are no less worthy, no higher or lower — and I, always there should they call upon me,
As such is how I believe things should be, and just how I would like them to treat me, and given that we’re all one big family.
Therefore, I won’t betray anyone, dob them in, kick them when they’re down, talk behind their back, stab them in the back, nor hold them back,
And I won’t lay a hand on them, fool them, rob them, spurn them, mock, knock, threaten or manipulate them, nor somehow get my own back,
For what would such say of me? — and all it would do in fact, is just drag me down to a level that would hardly benefit me,
A level I choose not to sink to, for it’s a dead-end street, something that works against rather than for, injuriously.
Yes, I don’t care where people are from, what their past was like, whether they’re short, tall, slim, fat, bald, cross-eyed, missing a limb, or ugly,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, worthy of my time, effort, thought, wealth, love, care and mercy,
And on their behalf I will speak or stand, hoping that they would do the same for me, and if they didn’t, it still wouldn’t stop me,
For I must be true to myself, my conscience clear, my actions transparent, impartial and fair, and I thus acting honourably.
And I’ll decide for myself what someone’s like, not what I’m told is so, allowing them to defend them self, and overtime grow,
Bearing in mind that we all make mistakes, and deserve another chance, and that when it comes to others, what do we really know?
And hence why I refuse to label or pigeonhole people, or misjudge them, and why I don’t care if they’re three or ninety three,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and all deserving of the same freedom and liberty.
Yes, I don’t care whether someone's a liberal or conservative, a meat-eater or vegan, a prostitute or a tramp,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters — yes, despite whether they’re in this camp, that camp, (or are camp) —
As every human is precious, and why the greater their need, the greater my response, for the litmus test of our decency
Is how we treat those who’re different-cum-less understood, the disadvantaged, vulnerable, suffering and minority.
By Lance Landall
The poem above is referring to that love that we should have for all, and yet, fall so far short of.
You can let off your bombs, whoever you are, and whatever your agenda,
But regardless of your cause or gripe, you’re nothing but a callous offender.
For no human should ever seek to hurt another, and thus why I believe
That there will be a day of reckoning for all who maim, destroy and deceive.
So don’t waste your time with some explanation, as there won’t be one good enough,
Bearing in mind that such wrong shows one who’s ill, even a pawn, and far from tough.
For those who’ve strength of character, a good heart and noble mind, don’t act that way,
Knowing that such evil is exactly that, the work of those who’ve gone astray.
So be it your bombings, mass shootings, assassinations or brutality,
Or even some engineered catastrophe, they’re a form of insanity,
And hence why you often hide behind a mask, whatever that disguise may be,
And even shove the blame on others, who as a result, suffer terribly.
Yes, you have your scapegoats, those things that suit and fit very conveniently,
Those excuses by the dozen that can never justify such injury;
And note this too, that those who fight fire with fire get burnt themselves, eventually,
And so too those rioters that foul their own nest-cum-harm their economy.
Yes, you can carry out your villainy, even in the name of God above,
But nothing will convince me that He’s behind such, nor that it’s done out of love.
For those who know love, and the same God that I know, wouldn’t think to act that way.
As harming and loving are opposites, and thus harm all to do with foul play.
By Lance Landall
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
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
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
With Syria In Mind
Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But what is gained by those violent uprisings that destroy one’s own country?
And that in the process sees thousands of lives lost — oh, what a terrible cost! —
And why those new days that dawn seldom bring sunshine, but rather, another frost.
And then there’s those refugees...
They numbering in the millions, staring at disease and daily misery,
And oft not returning home despite the fact they’ve been relieved of tyranny,
Though what for? A crippled country-cum-wrecked infrastructure, towns full of ruins,
Gun battles still raging thanks to various factions, bombings? So tell me, who wins?
And now Iraq comes to mind.
Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But jumping out of the pot into the frying pan seems so crazy to me,
And a double tragedy given the cost to citizens and their country,
And why I wonder who and what’s really behind some of those uprisings we see.
Guess it’s easy for me to say, but better the devil we know than don’t know —
Well, in some cases — or so it seems to me given how I’ve seen some things go.
And why such reminds me that those who take up the sword tend to die by the sword,
For they mimic the way of tyrants and thus display a thinking that’s just as flawed.
Yes, let’s use our voice, our pen, our feet and even any clout we have, but hey,
Setting things alight, smashing things and throwing objects should never be our way.
And nor should we attack those who’re simply doing their job, for laws must prevail,
But not those mobs that oft switch their allegiance and leave behind a bloody trail.
Seems peace and war are akin to a game of ping pong, this world still in turmoil,
And hasn’t there always been those who have plotted on another country’s soil?
Oh, when will the madness stop, when will we come to our senses and clearly see
That wars, riots and uprisings aren’t the answer, but a changed humanity.
Yes, I’m all for freedom and liberty, am strongly opposed to tyranny,
But fighting fire with fire-cum-turning to violence aids the insanity.
And what does such say of us, for two wrongs don’t make a right, and who’re we to speak
If in order to free ourselves from tyrants, we act as inhumane and weak?
And now the Ukraine riots come to mind...
By Lance Landall
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
How Does One Treat A Woman — One's Wife?
“How does one treat a woman?” he asked me. “As if she’s an endangered species,”
I replied with a smile, which only an honourable man desires and sees.
Never that man who can’t see past his food, loins, mates and beer, and who’s seldom there,
Or having a compartmentalised adulterous night, even long term affair.
So, how does one treat a woman? — getting to the nuts and bolts of it all, and,
Bearing in mind those differences that neither sex will fully understand.
Well, you treat her like a female first and foremost, rough hands having no place here,
And you never giving her any reason for disappointment, doubts or fear.
In other words, you treat her like a lady, thus opening doors before her,
And when it comes to a clash of desires, you doing that which she would prefer,
And that way you’re surely bound to please, and how your tender care for her she sees,
For once you defend your wants, she’s likely to feel a cooling, self-centred breeze.
And yes, usher her cross busy roads with a gentle, watchful, protective hand,
And you then taking the curb side lest some driver make a move they hadn’t planned.
For she needs to know what length and depth you’d go to for her, should some threat arise;
Though such should be the way of any man the moment he hears a woman’s cries.
And yes, treat her kids well too, for how you do says so much too, they of her womb,
And thus when it comes to certain behaviour or acts, you giving such no room.
And such being to your benefit too, as your wife and kids will reciprocate,
For what goes around comes around, it's said, which so many find out far too late.
But you know, (and not to mention that example that fathers set-cum-show)...
A man’s not a man — well, hardly manly — if he treats any woman poorly,
And why a man should treat his partner well, love and cherish her, actually.
Yes, he delivering on his promises, or what he leads her to believe,
For there’s nothing worse than a spouse who’s seen to strike, renege, betray or deceive.
So, how does one treat a woman? Via all the above and more, that she may bloom,
And never have cause to regret whom she married, that younger sweet-talking groom.
He older now, but still treating her as affectionately, sensitively,
For a woman’s heart is never to be won but romanced continually.
Yes, that's how you treat a woman — your wife — though all women should be treated well,
For what does it say of men when women aren't-cum-those tales many have to tell?
And hence why every husband should always seek to do what is best for his wife,
Who, when it comes to their relationship, has every right to a happy life.
By Lance Landall
A number of my poems cover this same subject and those which are related to it. In consideration of men, you might like to read my poem "When Women Should Consider Forgiveness, secular section.
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.
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
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 — unconditional, unadulterated love — for I have seen 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
The Heart Of The Matter
If I were the ruler of Earth — God, say — and had to judge everyone-cum-their fate,
I’d be focussing on their heart; and over its condition, long deliberate.
For there I’d find the key to their reward or penalty, whatever such might be,
Given that within each heart there lies the truth-cum-transparency or secrecy.
Yes, one’s heart is the heart of the matter, it compelling us to do this or that,
We either acting rightly or wrongly; love for our fellowman being where it’s at.
And why I would want to study its course, its past, present-cum-future tendencies,
Whether it thought beyond itself, or whether it’s riddled with some callous disease.
And thus my gaze looking for selflessness, beauty and light, a love beating strongly,
As I would be hoping to find its machinery working rightly, not wrongly.
For why reward a toxic heart? — its hardened vessels hardly beating lovingly,
But rather, they narrowed due to a selfish cholesterol, sad propensity.
No, such a heart wouldn’t please me, my scrutiny not leaving any stone unturned,
I checking to see whether from that errant path it had veered, and now, with love burned.
For though it once pumped with the self-serving, its change of direction would have me pause,
And thus stamp reward instead of penalty — and by the way, what’s the state of yours?
By Lance Landall
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
SAMPLE POEMS, CHRISTIAN
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.
And 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
What Part Of "Do Not Sin" Do We Not Understand?
To begin: Where in God’s Word does it say that it’s okay to consciously sin, (and after repenting, what’s more)? Nowhere, (each Christian a heavenly ambassador), and why Christ said to the woman caught in adultery, “Go, from now on sin no more,” and the same to the man He healed at the pool of Bethesda, (both pretty hard to ignore).
If we’re not capable of refraining from sin, (via power from on high), why are we told to seek the victory over sin, to put away our former life, (our past wrong behaviour), to emulate the righteousness of our Holy Saviour, to live lives that are self-controlled, upright and godly, to keep His commandments, (we doers of His Law, not just hearers, obviously, its principles still having validity), and why Paul said, “How can we who died to sin go on living in it?” — for such would clearly make one a hypocrite.
Oh, those telling questions that just won’t go away, and this, despite God's compassion for our fallen condition, body of clay, and despite one’s acceptance of His gift of grace, obedience-cum-works clearly having their place, and hey, doesn’t continuing to sin slap God in the face, present a stumbling block to others, (our fellow Christian sisters and brothers), and doesn’t such give non-believers ammunition, point out a lukewarm condition, and if we’re honest, force a shameful admission?
So what part of “Do not sin” do we not understand? — Christ’s reward or penalty being close at hand — hence that prior judgment that folk like to ignore, a God who overlooks sin more to their liking, justice tucked in a drawer, and grace that covers sinners supposedly covering sin, so why didn’t God overlook Satan’s sin, and what exactly is sin?
Well, and to begin, sin is rebellion, that “God says but I think” mentality, that self-focussed, self-centred little “me,” that walking contrary to God’s will, Word and ways, that thought, word or act that ill still conveys — and you know, that dusty Bible that’s seldom studied if at all, for what an insult, but thanks for Your grace, Lord — oh, the gall, and look how He suffered on Calvary, and folk still clinging to sin-cum-acting ungratefully, and thinking they're saved, ridiculously.
As for further clarification, and going by God’s Word, and in mind our salvation, (God’s grace not giving us some licence to sin, and our obedience proving that we’re genuine), the following are examples of sin:
Cheating; lying; pretending; stealing; swearing; coveting; not forgiving; irreverence when worshipping; making an idol of anyone or anything; sex before marriage-cum-promiscuity; sexual misconduct; adultery; pornography; saying “Oh my God!” in exclamation, (such using His name in vain and without consideration); rudeness; recklessness; unkindness; spitefulness; deceitfulness; lawlessness; slothfulness; violence; murder; indifference; racism; cronyism; cruelty; jealousy; crudity; bigotry; irresponsibility; vanity, (that, “Hey, look at me!” and that egotistical behaviour that also draws attention to that little “me”); manipulation; intimidation; persecution; discrimination; exploitation; making or bowing before idols, (such being heresy, faulty apostolically); adding to, subtracting from, diluting, distorting or withholding God’s Word; that ungodly and destructive “Haven’t you heard?” (and which is often overheard); same-sex sexual acts; that playing around with the facts; that worldliness that Christ said to shun; that prideful, self-serving “I won!”; that stardom that robs God of glory, and rather than humbleness and godliness, conveys another story; abusing and misusing this planet; that cowardly failure to admit; not doing what we should when we can; and rather than pleasing God, pleasing man, all of which sneers at the heavenly, belittles God’s wisdom and authority, and conveniently turns its back towards Calvary.
Yes, and, (very interestingly), why Christ said, “ ‘Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of Heaven, but only he who does the will of My Father who is in Heaven,' ” which effectively means to obey, both love and truth having their say, and thus there being no faulty witness nor shades of grey, for we, according to Paul, should even abstain from “all appearance of evil,” and that’s not all, as the book of Hebrews, (it also attributed to Paul), states, (as if in summarizing), “For if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a fearful expectation of judgment,” which isn’t surprising, for once again, look at what Christ said, (which in Bible’s is oft seen in red), “ 'Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works?’ And then will I profess unto them, ‘I never knew you: depart from Me, ye that work iniquity’ ” — and by the way, (for clarity's sake, say), that, "there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins," (Paul's words), means: God's grace isn't covering many Christians, for oh, how they've strayed, and why here, I'm calling a spade a spade, for Christ's coming is very near!
By Lance Landall
All of which reminds me of the following compilation:
Oh, be careful little eyes what you see, be careful little ears what you hear, be careful little lips what you say, be careful little mind what you think, be careful little hands what you do, and be careful little feet where you go, as
your Father up above is looking down in tender love, so...
A Letter From A "Straight" Christian
My dear Gay friend — all being my brothers and sisters — and to whom no harm I intend, there’s something I would like to convey — and as much as I can, in a respectful way — for while sympathetic to those of you who’re born that way, I as a Christian must go by what God has to say, and why here I refer to His Word, which, sad to say, some folk have distorted, misinterpreted and blurred.
Firstly, God LOVES you, and will continue to, for He loves everyone, and this why He sent His Son, who, died that you might live via that gift of grace He delights to give, should you accept Him as your Lord and Saviour, repenting and putting aside wrong behaviour, and here’s where we get to the rub, which I hope and pray you won’t snub, for God does not approve of same-sex sexual activity, those Gay love affairs that are cemented publicly, and here, I’d like to help you understand why, for so many of us via our wilfulness Jesus re-crucify, and to be clearer, His patience thus try.
You see, in the beginning, (when only the devil was sinning), the God of order, the master designer — Creator, actually — created both male and female, (this biblical truth, not some evolutionary fairy tale), and said to them, “Go forth and multiply,” hence that often heard loving sigh, that complimentary connecting in line with God’s directing, which in time produces a family, a home where God intended there be security, clarity, truth and stability, nature and humans working in harmony.
But such isn’t the case with same-sex sexual acts, those Gay marriages that confuse and distort such facts, and that thereby, God’s displeasure attracts, for such is not how He intended things be, and why others consider it an offence when we, (without their authority), mess with something that they’ve created — and that God’s very particular, cannot be overstated, and understandably so, for when it comes to getting things right or wrong, He should know, shouldn’t He?
Okay, so you were born that way, sadly, some malfunction having occurred, obviously, but burdens are what God oft calls us to bear, and they, the sad reality of residing here, and what He wants to free us from, eventually, but meantime, we living with our loss, lack or disability, and yes, we calling on His power, leaning on His shoulder day after day, hour after hour, and knowing how Christ went without and suffered, and more so than us — yes, Jesus — and why He understands our plight — in other words, your plight — but never to the point of sanctioning what’s not right, and what He calls sin, His arch-enemy its origin, and why one day He’ll act accordingly, and to those on His left say, “Depart from me,” for wilful sinners and hypocrites hardly deserve eternity.
Yes, He being a Holy God, a righteous God, one who instituted marriage between a male and female, and who when it came to creatures, also created male and female, for He’s a consistent God, an intelligent God, one whose morals, principles, standards-cum-boundaries were designed to protect who He hoped His character, ways and order would reflect, and why men should act like men, and women like women, unisex being another bone of contention, another thing that blurs God’s original intention, and effectively says, “We know better,” hence my cautionary letter.
No, it’s no mere coincidence, friend, bearing in mind Earth’s fast approaching end, that things are in a state of disarray, for humanity’s largely gone its own way, it doing, sanctioning and accepting what offends God, what rightly angers God, thus forcing His hand, and lest folk misunderstand, I’m talking about a day of reckoning, that reward or penalty that He’ll bring, for what kind of God would let rebellion go unpunished-cum-turn a blind eye to those who persist? — and why He said to the woman caught in adultery, “Go, from now on sin no more,” for when it comes to God, sin’s an effrontery.
Yes, we’re talking logic, friend, and why the opposite to God’s will we shouldn’t pursue or defend, and why sex should only occur between a male and female, the marital state too, we thereby letting sense prevail, for sex and marriage between males has less to do with rights and more to do with sin, things going awry, errant appetites — our anatomy affirming these facts-cum-that difference between the sexes that normally attracts, rightly excites, and why men shouldn’t mimic women and women men, but rather, shun the current trend that’s feminizing males and masculinizing females.
But as far as the unchangeable God goes, (and this, the informed Christian knows), it’s only sin that He hates, not the sinner, who, via his or her own choosing-cum-avenue, eternity obtains or forgoes, grace not covering sin but repentant sinners whose changed direction and genuineness shows — in other words, those who refrain from same-sex sexual acts, for here’s the facts: They're not a cultural taboo but a Scriptural taboo, and something that God’s Word, intent and command counteracts.
By Lance Landall
A few more poems, (both secular and Christian), cover this subject. The following Bible texts refer to those who continue to practice such — 1 Corinthians 6:9-11; Jude 7,8; Romans 1:26-28,32.
"We Speak In Tongues," They Say
And there they are, wherever that might be, their voices not making any sense to me, for what is heard one could never understand, it not a known language of any known land, but rather, a personal concoction, and, something in which I believe Satan’s had a hand.
You see, unintelligible utterances have always belonged to Satan’s territory, heathenism, God being a God who has always communicated clearly, and hence He saying, “Come, let us reason together,” so, why would He grant us some mystical language?
No, for the true speaking in tongues benefits others, not us, nor even our Christian sisters or brothers, but those who haven’t heard Christ’s saving Gospel, and whose language is different, our efforts thus coming to nil, unless we’ve been granted the true gift of tongues, and just for then, or when, and the Holy Spirit doing the choosing, we thereby not boasting nor abusing, for oh, how fallen men like to think they’re endowed, and how many before the throne of pride have bowed — well, come that false speaking in tongues that’s heard, and which isn’t in keeping with God’s Word, and therefore why we need to take a closer look at His Word.
So what exactly does God’s Word say, for who, when it comes to Scripture, would want to stray, let alone getting pridefully carried away?
Okay, the genuine is understood by others, (though not our Christian sisters or brothers), but the false is not understood by others.
The genuine builds others up spiritually, but not so the false which simply attempts to build up the proverbial “me.”
The genuine addresses people, humanity, but the false addresses God, incorrectly.
The genuine is a non-ecstatic state, the conscious mind functioning normally, but the false is an ecstatic state, the conscious mind inactive — asleep, effectively.
All being why God’s Word says: “Tongues, then, are a sign not for believers but for unbelievers, while prophecy is not for unbelievers but for believers.”
Hence why speaking in tongues can’t also be some mysterious language that only God can understand, though Satan has convinced many otherwise who certain Bible texts misunderstand, and of which there are explanations, as is always the way, for at the end of the day, we’re to go by the cumulative witness of Scripture, not just a text or two that has one draw the wrong picture.
Therefore, “new tongues” and “various kinds of tongues” refers to the true speaking in tongues and not the false speaking in tongues, that emotional utterance poured out in meaningless incoherent sounds, which, given all the “itchy ears” and “false prophets,” currently abounds, and which Paul spoke against given the disorder that such a manifestation was causing within the Corinthian Church — and now, within the contemporary Church!
The book of Corinthians shows that it’s not a normal experience for all to speak in tongues anyway, and why we must not confuse the gift of the Holy Spirit with the gifts of the Holy Spirit, (all not receiving all the gifts), and those gifts being given to whom the Spirit chooses — and hey, woe betide any receiver who as a result, a certain smugness oozes.
Oh, what fools we oft make of ourselves when we err, and here, the very condemnation of God himself incur, for that false speaking in tongues just makes a mockery of Christianity and thus falls into that category that’s rightly termed heresy — and hence my grave concern, for the Bible warns of an apostasy that precedes Christ’s return, a falling away from truth that results in an inability to rightly discern.
Yes, we’re to make contact with God via prayer, speaking to Him as if He’s right there, but we do that via the means of God-given speech, not via strange utterances that He didn’t teach, and that His throne above will never reach.
By Lance Landall
Another Christian poem of mine also covers this same subject. Note the following Bible texts — 1 Corinthians 12:11; 14:6,9,19,20,22.
Regarding Miraculous Healing
“Just believe and you’ll be healed,” they say, and such folk even demanding some illness leave — oh, how they stray — and come those so-called healing sessions, folk falling backwards rather than forwards, (not as conveyed in God’s Word), and why come those false sessions, much doesn’t gel and is even absurd.
The truth is, Satan’s a back alley salesman trying to sell defective goods, he and his cohorts messing with Scripture, plundering its truths like a bunch of hoods — yes, distorting the picture, and hence why we’re seeing folk misled-cum-wrongly fed, and they, then convincing others of some errant way, which, when it comes to these attempted healings we see, not only hardly works, but insults God’s authority.
The truth is, God only heals where it’s His will, for though He’d love to see everyone well, He doesn’t interfere with cause and effect, and such we should hardly expect, for suffering won’t end until His Son’s return, though meantime, we can be assured of His loving concern — and yes, there have been exceptions to the rule, and why some folk have been healed, but outside of such, false promises of healing are nothing but cruel, and I certainly know this much: That Paul wasn’t relieved of his affliction — if ever there was a man of burning conviction!
The truth is, no Christian can demand a thing, nor is always a fit instrument, a true child of the King, and why Christ will one day say to many, “Depart from Me,” and this, despite them having claimed Divine authority, for this side of Paradise, God hasn’t promised to relieve us of our afflictions, and this, despite us having any Paul-like convictions, and why we mustn’t read more into Scripture than God intended, and why it’s those who hang in there that are commended, God saying, “My strength is sufficient for thee,” and their hanging-in-there proof of their loyalty, and why He also said, “Take up your cross and follow Me.”
The truth is, God’s people have never been freed from trouble and pain, and never will be until His Son’s return, this Earth being Satan’s domain, and how our hanging-in-there is a greater witness, (and even an encouraging witness), and remember: Even Satan can produce signs and wonders, (not to mention fake and temporary healings), while behind the scene he plots, works and plunders, and thus why we can’t always believe our eyes, and should mind those complaints and impatient sighs — and yes, those healing sessions where true evidence is lean, and where designer suits and sparkling rings are seen, for neither Christ nor His apostles sought the stage, came or left in jets or SUV’s, nor were pampered and painted backstage, as one nowadays sees, though even where such isn’t seen, where’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth, that gut-wrenching repentance followed by willing obedience, and yet, folk expecting to be healed? Now that would look good for God, folk healed midst their sin-cum-rebellion, and worse where such was hardly concealed.
Yes, funny how Paul wasn’t healed, and countless others too, and this, despite them being faithful and true, and why any healings you hear of, I’d take with a grain of salt until proven true.
You see, the truth is, if God put a special hedge around each Christian, everyone would want to be a Christian, but not out of love for Him, but for what they could get from Him, and why our faith needs to be tested by fire, we humbly accepting His refusal to fulfil some personal desire.
By Lance Landall
HUMANITY'S BEST INTERESTS MY PERSONAL MISSION.
Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what pains more to see.
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.