Love The Girl
A woman should be treated with the greatest of care — yes, tender, loving care,
For women are priceless treasure, poetry in motion; simply beyond compare.
Yes, a gift to man, who should guard them protectively, love them unselfishly,
Delighting in their sweet company, and attending to them sensitively.
No harsh nor unfitting words should reach a woman’s ears, and no look should displease,
For women need reassurance, words that their concerns and emotions will ease.
Words in due season, (and not out of), for women mostly need listening to,
And such is what they desire — yes, a tuned in ear, that their best seeks to pursue.
A woman should be cherished, nourished, greatly prized, handled like fine porcelain,
Bearing in mind that she has been so designed to compliment the masculine.
Thus, only tender expressions should come her way, and that which bolsters and buoys,
For her life should be filled with happiness, selfless acts, wholesome pleasures, lasting joys.
Yes, a woman should be celebrated, complimented, appreciated,
Surrounded with undying affection, a love that’s unadulterated,
A love that’s faithful to the end, and that her honour will defend, despite the cost,
A love that’s committed, and that in her, rather than himself, is centered, lost.
Such love will see a woman bloom, and from that bloom a fragrance will emanate,
One that the heart and soul of the selfless kindler will further captivate.
A fragrance that brings its own reward, for love begets love, rewards the giver,
And a brighter life for both the giver and receiver will duly deliver.
So love the girl, treat her like a princess, and make her your top priority,
Shower her with little gifts, loving surprises — yes, romance her ceaselessly.
Give her all the time you can, support her in her endeavours, be her best friend,
A confidante whose lips are sealed forever, never to betray or offend.
Yes, love the girl, let nothing stand in your way, let nothing tear you from her side,
And tell her all those things that she needs to hear, as hand in hand you walk beside.
For there’s no greater treasure than a woman, and her worth will continue to grow,
Providing you never forget those seeds that every man needs to lovingly sow.
Go on, love the girl!
By Lance Landall
Protect The Girl
Women desire security, for when a child’s born, they know it needs protecting — and this, instinctively,
Hence why sex isn’t such a light matter to them like it so oft is for men, who shouldn’t act so poorly.
But sad to say, even women these days are treating sex more casually, and this, detrimentally,
For such is a sure way to end up being used, and left alone with a child, minus that desired security.
But despite that imprudence coming from many females these days, they still desire that same security,
Well, at least underneath, that is — such being a natural inner yearning, one that Nature’s installed wisely.
After all, those little ones can’t care for themselves; though a mother desires the support of that child's dad too,
A good man, who provides for both their well-being, so that his wife the best interests of their child can pursue.
Though a woman can raise a child on her own, that’s not how it’s meant to be, for children need a he and she,
Both providing those essentials that only each gender can, which compliment and balance beneficially.
But what man wouldn’t want to act protectively, guarding both his wife’s and children’s security?
And thus instilling the same principle in any male child of his, both acting just as unselfishly.
Yes, women desire security, for unlike men, they don’t up and run the same, they acting selflessly,
And that meaning, they standing by their child, not abandoning their child, thus behaving more protectively.
Well, doing what they can, and why they should have a good man, for no wife or child should be treated wrongly so,
But rather, they protected, loved, cherished and provided for, which for him, should come just as instinctively.
Go on, protect the girl!
By Lance Landall
Mind Those Consoling Arms
Too many married and hurting women end up in the consoling arms of another man — perilously —
For the world is full of heartless opportunists, flawed counsellors, and men who simply don’t act prudently.
Yes, it’s better that such women find solace in the consoling arms of other women, and wise ones too,
For far too many people are too quick to take sides, they suggesting or advising what they shouldn’t do.
Many a marriage has been repaired and restored, such being what all should seek, both the couple and society,
The latter meaning, family, relations, friends and anyone involved at the time, all acting wisely.
Yes, no selfish, thoughtless interference, nor ill-informed, uninformed, biased judging-cum-unfair injury,
For there’s oft two sides to a story, and even where there’s just one, that marriage can still be saved, hopefully.
Broken marriages mean broken homes, children the innocent victims of such — that is, should there be any —
And they, all the worse for such generally, and the tragic fallout often affecting society.
Hence why these hurting women should take care, though given their plight, it's quite understandable when they do err,
For as was said, there’re those men out there, who — when such women come their way — very self-advantageously purr.
And this being one good reason why a temporary separation isn’t always such a good idea,
For when disputing couples are apart, both naughty mice and injurious rumours oft prepare a snare.
And with such couples apart, communication and effort can be thwarted where it would’ve proved helpful,
And given that the last thing a marriage in trouble needs, or some hurting woman, is another obstacle.
By Lance Landall
The Mystery Of The Sexes
It’s an undisputable fact that men and women are very different, and hence all those books on sale,
They trying to explain why men and women think and act so differently, and why marriages oft fail.
But no matter how well such is explained, and how the sexes can better click, those books still keep coming out,
And the reason why is, because understanding the other sex better isn’t what it’s really all about.
Now, I’m not implying that men and women shouldn’t try to understand each other, for of course they should,
But rather, that they never truly will — and no, I’m not being facetious — for in some ways I wish they could.
Thus, until men can magically become women for a spell, and visa versa, such will always be,
And why it’s more about acceptance and learning to work in with those differences-cum-forget about “me.”
While books have their place, and are one way to make a killing — excuse my sarcasm — there are no magic tricks,
For great relationships are more the product of attitude-cum-willingness, and less about the mechanics.
And why despite all those clever books, men and women still won’t fully understand what makes each other tick,
For the answer’s found in one’s heart and mind, and not in glossy pictures, fancy written words-cum-rhetoric.
But though the answer is found in one’s heart and mind, that’s seldom where folk go looking, such not seeming to suit,
As such demands the confronting of oneself, for within us, and problem-cum-cause wise, lies the offending root.
Well, usually so, but as I said, folk looking everywhere but there, and often at the other sex,
Who, equally as foolishly is staring in return — they too in need of a different set of specs.
It’s more how we look at things, how we go about things, that determines the outcome of a relationship,
And why when we take our eyes off the ball —- it being selflessness — we slip or fail, not having taken ownership;
For men and women will never truly understand each other, but should they, there would go much attraction,
Women finding themselves less drawn to men, and men, no longer finding women such a gorgeous distraction.
Yes, long live the mystery!
By Lance Landall
Should Mums Stay At Home?
Cindy had just returned from choir practice, she opening the oven that contained her meal that had been kept,
Though when it came to her doing her own cooking — or dressmaking, for that matter — she was far from inept.
Yes, a very capable fourteen year old, her mother having trained her well — and she much loved and cared for;
And a very level-headed girl too, who all the hallmarks of a good member of society bore.
“Do you think that mothers should stay at home, Dad?” she inquired of her father, he responding attentively.
“Well, as far as a child’s best interests go, yes, — such being the ideal — but not always possible, Cindy,
And hence why many mothers are out working these days, most wishing that they could stay at home, undoubtedly,
And I being so glad that my mother was one of those who was able to remain at home, actually.”
“If you’re happy for me to continue, Cindy, I’ll share a few things with you that may well prove helpful here.”
“Sure, Dad,” Cindy replied nodding her head. She grabbed her plate and fork and moved to a more comfortable chair.
Her father leaned back against the cupboards. “And, by the way, when a mother’s at home, there’s lots she gets to see,
Unlike those mothers who tend to miss so much when their children are placed in a childcare centre, daily.”
“Those initial years provide a special bonding time, the most time a mother spends with her child, actually,
For once school starts, that time together becomes limited, and more so when that child starts work, naturally.
And those first few years are far more crucial than many realise — moulding wise, that is — hence that need for great care,
Lest the influence of other children and adults impact negatively, and that they oft do is clear.”
“Thus, it’s a question of whether one should take that chance, and of how important one considers such to be,
Given that the more time spent with her child, the more say that mother has in forming it’s character, you see.
And then there’s how much it means to a mother to closely observe those first years-cum-changes, gone so quickly,
And yes, kids left at childcare centres can feel less wanted underneath, and once at home, their mum so busy.”
“A slight digression:
From tiny to near the end of my school years, I benefited from the security and certainty
Of my mother always being at home, and thus being there when I needed her come sickness or anxiety.
And believe me, nothing beats a mother’s tenderness, fathers oft too masculine for their own good, sadly,
Let alone their wife’s and child’s good, and why my dear mother listened with greater empathy and sympathy.”
“And you know,
When a husband truly loves and protects his wife; and she is able to stay at home as a full-time mum,
She’s less stressed, more happier, able to give more time to him and their child — and oh, teenage years oft troublesome.
Enter me, and my mum seeking employment near the end of my school years, and that’s when I got into strife,
For it’s just so much easier for such to happen when a woman becomes a working mother and wife…
And children are on their own at home.”
“Yes, a wife-cum-mother’s role is so much easier when a woman is able to stay at home each day,
And with her being there, her children have access to immediate help, and thus are far less likely to stray.
All thanks to those loving and watchful eyes, and that house where mum’s less absent, and more focussed on love and care,
She having the time for such, her loyalty not split between home and work, for oh, how such can interfere.”
“When a man goes to work, leaving his wife at home, he feels like he’s really looking after her — well, more so —
She more able to relax and enjoy life, she being treated more like a princess — somewhat cocooned, you know.
And by that I mean, he sheltering her from the rough and tumble of working life, that big bad world out there,
Where his looking after her, and her children, makes him feel more like a man, she waiting for him to appear.”
“Yes, nothing beats that warm home, that yummy smell of food, that attractive dress, and that “I’m home!” cuddle and kiss,
Which as far as I’m concerned, blows the socks off any drug on the market, be such champagne or cannabis.”
Cindy laughed. “Oh dad, I can’t wait to get married.” “Well, all in good time,” her dad replied, a smile on his face,
For what man doesn’t want the best for his wife and children, and why I believe that home is the better place…
For wives-cum-mothers, that is.”
By Lance Landall
A
more hard hitting poem in regards to latchkey kids is found under my
poem "What's Child Abuse?" and is entitled "To The Angry Young" —
orange box, left side of secular poem list.
Recommended
reading: Home By Choice by Brenda Hunter, Ph.D. This book details and
exposes the emotional scars-cum-serious consequences that can occur due
to placing babies, infants, toddlers-cum-preschoolers in childcare
centres.
You
may also be interested in reading my poem "The Problem With Sexy" which
is under the poem entitled "A Father's Loving Plea," and that particular poem being among those poems that are listed on my general secular poem list.
