Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Loving The Unlovely

Please don’t mock or laugh at others, nor treat them indifferently,
Simply because you think they’re odd, weak, silly, or even ugly.
No, please don't ever treat unkindly any human on this earth,
Remembering that they’re someone’s child, and had no say in their birth.

Thus, love and help the difficult, the misfits and the unlovely,
For they need your love as well, and more so, unconditionally.
Yes, we all love the loveable, for that’s easy, natural too,
But loving the unlovely is by far the greater thing to do.

It’s so easy to love our own, for they’re our loved ones, after all,
But for most folk, loving the unlovely is a very hard call.
And yet, such love is pure love — and in each of us, such love should be,
For such doesn’t seek to get, but just seeks to give, for it’s self free.

Every one of us is different, the product of many things,
Hence why out of everybody's life both good and bad flows or springs.
So take time to get to know folk, and accept them the way they are,
For tolerance and understanding have always gone very far.

Yes, it’s hard enough for many that they feel the way that they do,
And that they’re struggling with their quirks, anxieties, obsessions too.
Thus, such folk need a helping hand, not those whispers, looks or comments,
Nor that thoughtless indifference that to some is far more intense.

Many folk who're not so well endowed with looks, physique, or IQ,
Are made to feel inferior by sad things others say and do.
And yes, you may say that folk can choose to feel that way or not, but,
Is anything quite that easy, and sometimes, things can really cut.

So love and help the difficult, the misfits, and the unlovely,
For they need your love as well, and more so, unconditionally.
Yes, never just love your loved ones, or those that you’re attracted to,
But show love and care to all, for such is the better thing to do.

By Lance Landall

Skin Deep

Let’s halt this foolish preoccupation with the body,
This hang up over image, this obsession with beauty.
Rather, let’s seek out the less well endowed, change direction,
And focus on inner beauty, not outward perfection.

Who can measure up but the fortunate, or are they so?
For many fall victim to their own beauty, downhill go.
Others succumb to adverts, pressure, are easily led,
Letting others pull their strings and play around with their head.

Beauty’s often a handicap, a cause of wrongful pride,
A fleeting, skin deep experience best not glorified.
And in time — those so fixated — will feel it more keenly
When age attacks the body, and sometimes very meanly.

As well, misfortune can occur, marring beauty also,
Which many hooked on the body have sadly come to know.
Hence why it doesn’t pay to focus on outward beauty,
But rather, on inward beauty; beauty carried humbly.

“Pride goeth before a fall,” it’s said, and it certainly can,
For it’s often been the downfall of a woman or man.
It’s better to just be ourselves, warts and all, so to speak,
And not join the seduced, who some glamorous image seek.

Yes, let’s seek out the less well endowed who’ve visible flaws,
The everyday person relegated to the back stalls.
Let’s put them on a pedestal, if we must, not the airbrushed,
Whose unrealness cruelly taunts, and sees many spirits crushed.

It’s one thing to notice beauty, but hey, let’s leave it there,
And let character, not looks or fashion, our daily path steer.
It’s what’s inside that matters, not how we look, nor how we dress,
So, let’s ease off the body, let’s stop trying to impress.

By Lance Landall

It's Time To Refocus

With the day being a lovely summer’s day, I took a stroll into town, but was terribly saddened to see
Someone's friendly but neglected cat lazing in a gutter near shops and traffic, so perilously.
I stopped to stroke its little head with my fingers, not wishing to run my hand over its mangy body,
And feeling disturbed by its plight, mindful of those cats at home treated so very differently.

As I continued further on, I saw a woman who only had one eye; a young girl in a wheelchair;
Some young men in a van — they mentally handicapped — and there were others I saw, each with burdens to bear.
And I thought of how tragic it was, and is, given the current fixation with the body beautiful,
Which has little to do with the person, for our body is just a shell — and age inevitable.

And yet, those with lesser shells, or some very unfortunate condition, aren’t given the same time of day,
The focus foolishly being elsewhere — yes, the trite, sexy or sophisticated having far too much say.
And we, all the worse for such, as it’s only what’s within that counts, and given that beauty soon fades away,
Which means that where too much weight has been given to such, it’s loss will be noticed more, and cause greater dismay.

Yes, the streets are full of injuries; broken and disfigured bodies-cum-less attractive shells, tragically,
For life can be very cruel, and Nature random — and far too often, thought and care lacking in humanity.
And why we need to stop and show we care wherever we can, and focus less on the body, if at all,
Aware that the body is nothing but a shell, and also mindful that misfortune — us too — could befall.

By Lance Landall

You might also like to read my poem "Beauty Beware".