To wonder, contemplate, mull over, consider reflectively, ponder or meditate upon — usually in silence.
Light-hearted & Secular/Generic Muses
Yes, love is very special, and it’s heart shaped, so I’m told,
And also red, though some say he or she has a heart of gold.
Though that makes things confusing, it really doesn’t bother me,
Just so long as love’s beating in me, and universally.
“Hi there, how are you today?” you’ll often hear folk say,
Yet, when one says, “Not good”, some are quick to turn away.
It’s funny how they ask you, yet, don’t seem to want to hear
When problems you share with them, in the hope they’ll show some care.
I love my little garden, it’s full of pretty flowers,
And when the sun is shining, I work in it for hours.
I have a little visitor who likes to help as well,
But one who keeps digging little holes that I’m forced to fill.
I really mustn’t grumble, for although I took a little tumble,
I landed with my face in a delicious, scrumptious apple crumble.
So please pass the cream, for one should always make the best of a bad thing,
Hence why in-between mouthfuls, the merits of puddings I loudly sing.
I’m an endangered species, as there’s only one of me,
Thus, should my life be ended, another me you wouldn’t see.
And the same holds true for you, hence why we should take great care,
Lest it be that you or I, much too early disappear.
Yes, think of all the billions that some nations spend on war,
That could halt the poverty and misery of the poor.
It's time we decreased weapons, spent more time pursuing peace,
And found new alternatives, that earth's problems would decrease.
My name’s Bertie — I’m a germ — and I love mouths that aren’t clean,
Yes, those unhygienic caves where a toothbrush hasn’t been.
I just love that gunk that clings to toothy pegs after meals,
And that slowly makes those holes that a dentist prods and seals.
Yes — down with toothbrushes! — I say, for whatever would I do
If everyone brushed their teeth and gums, and their big tongue too.
I'd soon be out of work with those teeth so shiny and clean,
And more quickly so, if folk used floss, and….ahhh….Listerine!
I’ve never seen a bumble bee wearing a helmet, nor goggles,
But a hedgehog wearing pantyhose, my weary mind just boggles.
Imagine a rhinoceros wearing lacy pink pyjamas,
Or even worse to contemplate, the odd sight of diapered lamas.
Imagine a brawny elephant in a shiny sequined dress,
Now, that it would be stretching it, I’ve no choice but to confess.
However, things could get far worse, so, I will quit while I’m ahead,
Lest it be, I see a chimpanzee, knitting jumpers while in bed.
I’m an individual, I’m uniquely me, or I,
I’m very complex, complicated, often mystify.
Yes, they’ll never figure me out -- at least, not completely,
As there’s only one of me, and only one there’ll ever be.
We’ve visitors to our tree, (who come quite regularly),
And gobble at the berries ’till they get fat and heavy.
When they go to fly away, they descend before they rise,
Which just goes to show — that overeating — is far from wise.
What’s a hedgehog doing trotting about during the day?
Hedgehogs usually come out when it’s night time, don’t they?
Lost your watch? Too tired to sleep? Confused? Extra hungry, maybe?
Well, I wouldn’t be long — there’s much more traffic about, you see.
What’s all the noise about, little sparrow? Enough’s enough!
You’ve been waking people up, leaving them grumpy and gruff.
Can’t you tone it down a bit? You are rather loud, you know,
And PLEASE — not in that oak tree that’s right outside our window.
It’s very clear — that in order to throw mud — one has to stoop,
As it’s only from the ground, that such mire, one can scoop.
Yes, it’s beneath one’s feet, where it should stay, like it’s meant to,
And not flying through the air, to land where it should not do.
Life is a lesson book, hence we’re always learning, and we will continue to,
For we’re so prone to straying, getting things wrong, and foolishness often pursue.
Even after we learn that something doesn’t pay, seems we have to learn again,
For oft we repeat such, and the lesson of the first time is no doubt lost by then.
There’s little we can do, for we’re defenseless against man — his weaponry,
Thus he savagely plunders our pods, tears us apart from our family.
The depths that we roam become bloodied, haunted, echoing with our cries,
The threat of extermination looming closer as senseless man such justifies.
We’re dragged aboard their killing machines that wait like a vulture on the sea,
Yes, hellish factory ships that hunt us down and then slay us ruthlessly.
Though we’ve a right to life and freedom, and to roam ’neath the oceans they ply,
They refuse to show us mercy, and become our enemy, not an ally.
Help! Save the whales!
Each time I look in the mirror, I see somebody looking at me,
Which is rather disconcerting given the strong similarity.
I guess I could learn to live with that, but what’s really bothering me,
Is that this person seems to have a copycat mentality.
I’m in love with vegetables, which also seem to fancy me,
For together we work well, repelling what acts injuriously.
But I’m also in love with fruit, and all those yummy nuts and grains,
For once inside my body, balance, harmony and good health reigns.
Oh yes, give me such food any day, be that cooked or dished up raw,
For such is tailor-made for me, given that I’m a herbivore.
And then when I’ve had my fill, I will toil in my garden as well,
For there’s nothing like a little exercise to stimulate each cell.
Oh, did I upset you? Said something you didn't like? Sorry, how wrong of
I guess I got carried away with one's right to free speech -- oh yes, and liberty.
I shouldn't have said anything but what you actually wanted to hear,
For after all, who wants folk to disagree with them, or an opposite view share.
Yes, how thoughtless of me, I should've kept my thoughts to myself, just zipped my lips,
But I guess it's so easy for us to say what we think, and so out it slips.
Sorry, I shouldn't be myself, should only consider what you have to say,
Rather than letting my own individuality get in the way.
Yes, I find it funny how you judge me, and yet, know so little about me,
Which is one good reason why I wouldn’t want you knowing more, quite honestly.
For after all, if you’re that sort of person, how often might you misjudge me?
Given that you’re prone to such, and that we can’t know someone totally.
A smile is a kindly thing, and more so when we are feeling down,
Or when we’ve been on the receiving end of a judgmental frown.
Yes, a smile can lift our spirits, make a difference to our day,
Which is why we should smile too, whenever someone comes our way.
Doctor Sunshine clearly knows that depression is not the blues,
Therefore — hellish darkness — and being down — he doesn’t confuse.
Yes, depression’s a world of its own, a galaxy apart,
So, for those who suffer from such, please have a sensitive heart.
Some people seem quite happy to sell their soul to the devil, and others their freedom and liberty,
The latter effectively being their soul, and simply in order to gain some sort of security.
Seems that they don’t realise that there’s no security in relinquishing ones freedom and liberty,
And that its only when one has their freedom and liberty that they actually have security.
The reason that humanity at large is so often duped and led down the garden path is simple:
Most are largely ignorant of that which they’re best to know — oft a self-inflicted malaise — enter ill.
At the end of the day, if we’re not informed, and correctly so, we’re very vulnerable indeed,
And some misfortune thus likely, and we, only having ourselves to blame, if duty and sense we didn’t heed.
If the dead could contact the living — that is, human beings — they’d hardly need mediums, alias con-men,
Who heartlessly and deludedly empty the pockets of vulnerable people, time and time again.
So much for consumer rights, given such is just a mind game, a huge deception, and on the rise today,
For if one is clever enough, it’s easy pickings, for it’s simply all in those deceitful things they say.
People say that it’s a different world now, and if such is so, then we only have ourselves to blame,
For this earth doesn’t change on its own, but rather, via us — hence that question, why is our world not the same?
Well, lets take a look at ourselves and what we’ve been doing, for it’s clear that some changes need to be made,
That is, in order to get things back to where they were, (if possible), for foolishness has never paid.
He or she's very opinionated, folk say, viewing such negatively rather than positively,
Fore there’s nothing wrong with holding certain opinions — or indeed many — so let’s not act so hastily.
So long as folk have an open mind, they can hold all the opinions they like, and thinking people tend to,
Unlike those who give little thought to things, and who tend to fall in with the flow — a path they’ve oft cause to rue.
Have you ever seen that hurt in someone else's eyes? — thanks to lies, alias betrayal come final nail, and hence no surprise,
Yes, that pained and injured look, for someone cruelly took, alias stole, self being their goal, hence how love often dies.
Hurt that travelled very deep, robbing them of joy, security and sleep, and now conveyed via innocent eyes,
Eyes that reflect a broken heart, a toppled applecart, upset by callous hands that sank plans, and ignored cries.
Take some animals and call them pets, and people love them to bits, even pine over their sad departure,
But take some animals and call them livestock, and people happily eat them, think nothing of their slaughter.
Yes, though pets and livestock are one and the same — in other words, living creatures — they’re viewed quite differently,
Somewhat like only valuing certain humans — the others dispensable, though part of humanity.
Well, such thinking and behaviour isn’t for me, for there’s something about this scene that refuses to gel,
And rather, hollers hypocrisy and inconsistency, and lays the foundation for many an ill.
For choosing to eat one and kill another, has a terribly schizophrenic ring, (no slur intended),
And why in my mind, such a seemingly two-faced approach to the animal kingdom should now be ended.
Don’t say that you care if you’re just watching someone struggle — someone you know — and aren’t helping out like you should be,
And here, we're talking their family too, for not helping parents hurts their kids, which impacts on society.
Yes, it really doesn't mean that much when we say that we care, and yet do little to help, or nothing at all,
For platitudes are often a waste of breath, and more like arrows, thus doing nothing for backs against the wall.
It’s better that there be a little envelope left in their letterbox every now and again, cash within,
Yes, the odd ten dollars or so, such often meaning a great deal, such helping with food, clothes, debts and medicine.
Oh, how such surprises, for so infrequent such surprises are, if at all, and why we shouldn’t say we care,
Unless we’re putting our money, effort and time where our mouth is, and that way, showing that we really do care.
It’s time that every thinking man and woman shunned the callous act of eating flesh, and all the reasons why,
For what reason could possibly be valid, and what sound person such barbarity would want to justify?
And to think that such cruelty is carried out when there’s other food available and more healthy,
Which surely speaks of some kind of criminality, for a creature’s a creature, it deserving mercy.
Oh, how folk love those things that harm them, and flesh food certainly does, for inside us, such wasn’t meant to be,
It riddled with the unseen, and thus far from clean, regardless of its type or pampered history.
And we, clearly herbivores by intention, and why I’ve sought to mention, that eating flesh is total folly,
And why those who’re eating such are dropping like flies, or are suffering from some undiagnosed misery.
If you have done your time, (having been most unwise), don’t look back, but seize that day that freedom gives,
For should you not, there’s every chance you’ll end up back inside where opportunity hardly lives.
Yes, the more distance between you and those iron gates the better, good never found behind such walls,
For there one’s soul is trampled upon, liberty just a nice sounding word, and oh, how time crawls.
We can wax lyrical about love, believe in the God above, but if we’re unkind,
Our words are plain meaningless, even offensive, and God’s hardly in our heart and mind.
Yes, we can say all the right things, but how hollow it all rings, should our life be a lie,
For what others hear from our lips but don’t see in our life, they’re hardly likely to buy.
What colour is love, I wonder? Could it be wounded red,
Terribly blue, even green, or naively pink instead?
Or is it not coloured at all, just our feelings, maybe,
For shouldn't love be neutral, it transparent and stain free?
"Should love come my way, would I recognise it?" enquired the little boy.
"Oh yes," I replied, and I hugged him, and at such he expressed much joy.
"Was that it?" he asked, and I nodded my head, for love he hadn't known,
And I wondering if he ever would have if such I hadn't shown.
I have a garden full of veggies, and a sign saying, “Take any,”
But some veggies I have don’t seem to appeal, despite there being many.
So what do some people do? They ignore my lush garden completely,
Which despite being a sad mentality, reminds me of bigotry.
I’m so glad that I’m me, and not what others want me to be,
For I must be myself, nothing more, nothing less, lest soon I not be me.
So folk can push and pull for all they’re worth, tread all over my liberty,
But they’re wasting my time, for I refuse to be anyone else but me.
I’ve no problem with people expressing their view, and they should do,
But I’ve no time for in your face approaches that some folk pursue.
Yes, they watching like hawks to counter whatever you’ve got to say,
And this, midst beating some obsessive drum, day after tiring day.
Though fitting words have their place, and therefore, clearly should be said,
It’s always best that they come from the heart, and not from the head.
Though the head may be wise, it errs when it’s detached from the heart,
For it’s the heart that steers the soul, and convincing’s but an art.
I'd rather be shown love than told all about it,
Plus an example's of far greater benefit.
And thus why words are only words and nothing more,
Until love in person comes walking through the door.
When tempted to think that all is lost, don’t count the cost, but blessings that remain,
And bow with humble heart in prayer, and there, strength and victory in Jesus claim.
Then take His hand and let Him lead, and always plead, “Your will be done,” Lord, “Not mine,”
And there you’ll find no better rest, no better quest, for you’ll have linked with the Divine.
Midst the darkness of tribulation, lighten my way, Lord, that I may see
Glimpses of heavenly love and grace, rays of hope and promise, sent from Thee.
Help me hear the melodious strains of the heavenly angelic choir,
And quicken within my breast, Lord, a stronger, deeper heavenly desire.
Yes, midst the darkness of tribulation, surround me with your loving care,
And angels too, Lord, who keep a watch, and praises and requests upward bare.
Grant me strength to carry on, and that peace and joy that’s only found in Thee,
So that I may be a true and faithful witness, secure the victory.
Do others see Jesus in you, in those things that you say and do,
Do they notice His sweet spirit, His caring, His gentleness too?
Do they feel His welcoming warmth, His empathy and sympathy,
Do they feel they’ve experienced the likeness of divinity?
Oh, yes, do others see Jesus in you, a soft, heavenly hue,
A glimpse of His kingdom to come, a heart that’s transparent and true?
Yes, when others are looking at you, do they see a reflection,
One that mirrors our dear Saviour, displays a living connection?
Jesus loves me. Wow! Jesus! Me! Now that’s incredible,
And I’ve been told — should I hurt or reject Him — He’ll love me still.
Wow! Now that’s love, I mean, REAL LOVE, love that’s worth dying for,
I’m so honoured, and so delighted — in fact, I’m in awe.
You should not judge — some people say — and then do, quite harshly,
You should show love — some people say — then don’t, quite commonly,
You shouldn’t compromise — some people say — then do, quite badly,
And some create division, while hollering unity.
Confused? Me too!
When you were a tiny child, Holy angels cared for you,
And with the same commitment, they still did so as you grew.
When ageing and health’s ebbing, the same thing holds true as well,
For never are they closer than when one’s lonely, hurt or ill.
God's a merciful God, slow to anger, longsuffering,
Hence why angels adore Him, and His praises always sing.
He bears long with you and I, bore long with ancient Israel,
And bore the weight of our sins, via each hand and foot — each nail.
Some may truly think they’re right in pursuing what they do,
But so did many angels who were fooled by Satan’s view.
Thus, surely that example should have Christians take great care,
Lest the things they implement be those things they shouldn’t dare.
How could I pretend to be God the Father or His Son,
For surely that is something neither clearly would want done.
Not one of Christ’s disciples would have done such in their day,
So, why do Christian actors think that now it’s quite okay.
The question could be asked, “Are you a Christian, or disciple”?
Or could it be you’re both? Would this, your actions tell?
Some Christians are only so in name, but not so, a disciple,
For disciples are committed, and faithfully do God’s will.
The disciples heart and mind is like that of God’s above,
Their every thought and action expresses their Saviour’s love.
Their lives are lived in harmony with their Saviour’s will and ways,
For they know that example more correctly Christ portrays.
Does God always hear our cry? Indeed He does! That I know!
Does God answer heartfelt prayer? For sure! Repeatedly so!
Does God care about our plight? Greatly! And constantly too!
Does God want all to be saved? Yes! Hence all that He went through!
Does God know our every need? Each one! And before we pray!
Does God send us special strength? Too right! And without delay!
Does God love us though we sin? Of course! His love doesn’t cease!
And does God send us blessings? Every day! And they increase!
Although He’s a God of love, our God calls a spade a spade,
And within His Holy Word, His clear wishes are conveyed.
Therefore, I’m somewhat baffled by various things I see
At variance with His will within Christianity.
Are you a breach repairer, and a watchman on the wall,
Or are you aiding error that could be your own downfall?
Will you heed God’s warning to uphold and guard His truth,
Or will your foolish actions just reveal prophesied proof?
In God’s Holy Word, we're told of some people who did ill,
Thinking what they were doing was fulfilling the Lord’s will.
So why should we be surprised if there also happens to be
Wrong within Christian churches through some acting mistakenly.
I’d never say, “Hi God,” as that’s no way to greet a King,
For such a common greeting with a flippancy would ring.
Not the Father nor the Son would I casually address,
For such familiarity Heaven could hardly bless.
Let us be very careful when interpreting God’s Word,
Lest it be that something erroneous via our lips be heard.
For who knows where such leads when we to another say
Something that’s inaccurate (God wouldn’t have us convey).
Though God’s called all to service, that doesn’t mean the same role,
Thus, all personal desires should be brought under control.
Many have convinced themselves that they are doing God’s will,
When the truth is, it’s their desires they’re trying to fulfill.
Though appointed to some role, it wasn't God who did so,
But rather, fallen humans, who sometimes poor judgment show.
Thus, some think that they were called when they were not called at all,
It was simply their fellow humans who wrongly made that call.
I love the piano, but give me an organ any day,
That is, when it comes to church, and my weekly worship day.
Organs have a depth and warmth more befitting such a time,
Where heads are bowed in reverence and praises upward climb.
Yes, the reason why I’ve a problem with a piano
Is that they’re far too carefree, too bright, and somewhat shallow.
Sure, how they’re played can make a difference, but even so,
Those sounds that aid the Holy, well-played organs better know.
No matter how great a man is, he’s just a man, that’s all,
You don’t treat him like some god, mentally at his feet fall.
Nor literally, as if he’s worthy, for no man is, not one,
Be they a president, pope, or king — no, don’t glorify none.
The greatest respect should be shown for the Bible and its contents,
For dishonouring the Word of God is a grievous offense.
But are we making others laugh, who’re anti-Christianity,
Via our Bible version scraps, or one version mentality?
When churches merge, form a council — an ecumenical power block — oh, Christian, please beware,
For we’re not looking at unity, but compromise and confusion, which always wrongly steer.
Such laughs at the reformers who fought against such foolishness, aware of where such soon leads to,
Which in time we’ll surely witness, given that a scene is being set, whereby, things will go askew.
Dangers oft lie in ideas that seem good, but which the discerning see are not so, and say so,
Knowing very well that from such, given time and chance, baleful results will invariably show.
The Christian walk entails a cross, a cross that we all must bear — a personal cross — for all must die to self, and,
Thus in Christ’s suffering share, which all do who the way of salvation dare, for opposition comes to those who stand.
That is, those who don’t give in to man’s demands, (as opposed to God’s), and who never compromise or the world embrace,
And who therefore remain faithful to their dear Lord and Saviour, who out of love, and on Golgotha, took their place.
Yes, “Love your enemies,” we’re told, and I assume that such means those who would seek to cause us much injury,
Even take our life, that is — like they sought to take Christ’s life, and did; or simply cause much pain and misery.
And yet, so-called irreconcilable differences have Christian partners hardly talking anymore,
If at all, and even worse goes on, both before and after either spouse has left slamming their marital door.
It's never enough to say that you'll pray; nor any platitude give,
For the love that God has shown to us, is a love that we're meant to live.
So rather than tire any wounded soul, and thus leave them even worse,
Let genuine care shine forth in deeds, and less in pithy words or verse.
By Lance Landall
Bigotry is another word that can oft be used in place of “me,”
A tiny word that can describe someone who can’t handle liberty.
And by that I mean, those beliefs of others that aren’t the same as theirs,
Hence their negative response that an immature close-mindedness declares.
An Incompatible Mix
When I was 17 years old, I
purchased an old 1948 English motorcar —
a Morris Ten — one that unfortunately was approaching retirement.
my pride and joy, something I fussed over, but a purchase my parents
had inwardly groaned over. In time their groans were proven justified
given the amount of money that I had to repeatedly spend on repairs,
and in the end, pointlessly so.
Well, as I was driving my friends home from church one day, I soon found myself being ribbed about my sedate driving. However, I continued to maintain my current speed, and that same speed, after they had been dropped off. Two thirds of the way home, on a busy main road, my front left hand wheel, complete with its hub, mysteriously snapped off, departing from the car and continuing on its own merry way for a few metres off to the side. The car likewise continued for a few metres, with a severe dip to the left, coming to a grinding halt in the middle of my lane. What makes this story unique?
Hanging from the mirror, attached to my front window, was a troll, and sitting in my cars open glove box*, was a Bible. The irony was not lost on me as I embarrassingly surveyed the scene in my church attire. The eventual attendants to my predicament, including officialdom, may will have noticed the contrast also, so openly displayed and so tragically different. An utterly incompatible and forbidden mix! Over the years this contrast has become more indelibly impressed upon my mind. It is a contrast no Christian can afford to have in their life. Such is offensive to the living God, a God of light, not darkness, whom Christians claim as their Lord, Saviour, and example.
Yes, on one hand, the devil's work — a troll, (darkness, the underworld), on the other hand, my God's work — the Bible, (light, the heavenly).
Do you have an incompatible mix in your life? Perhaps you have a Bible hanging from your mirror, but a troll in your open glove box.*
*An open glove box is like an exposed tray or shelf.
Note my Christian poem "The Realm Of Darkness".