Tuesday, July 14, 2026

My Legacy Of Laughter. Comical poem 812 by Angela Lansbury

 Each bit of me is fading

But still I struggle on

I hope if I am sweet and kind 

You'll miss me when I'm gone


But neither of us benefits

If my memory brings tears

So I'll leave behind my laughter

To make you smile for years.

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I edited this poem by changing the title from The Legacy to The Legacy of Laughter. My next project is to go back through all my poems to see whether I can change titles to something alliterative, surprising or funny and sunny - happy.

That Shadow Shows The Way. Comical poem 811 by Angela Lansbury.

Last night I saw something so strange

The image haunted me today

As I'd walked with light behind me

My shadow seemed to lead the way.


It showed me where I was going

It gaily nodded up and down

It echoed, but seemed to lead me

On focused path along the ground


Leave only footsteps, people plead

Do not leave litter on the way

Walk as lightly as a shadow

Painted echo of your good day


In a painting vital shadows

Point the way that stick figures walk

The direction of the bright sun

The painter's silent form of talk


I have not, yet, made a painting

Last night's shadow has gone away

Yet the image stays in my mind

A tantalising sign today.

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All this week our book at bedtime has been about English painter Lowry, famous for his crowds of leaning stick figures which seem to march across the page.

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Living In The Now. Comical poem number 810 by Angela Lansbury

  All the pychologists trying to put things right

And stop us getting suicidal in the dark of night

They tell us to forget the past, the future's yet to come

Just live in the moment, dwelling on past wrongs is dumb


So why do so many poets write about the past?

They think you must be serious, condemning those who laugh

And worst of all, time travellers, obsessed with years ago

They write of hadst and didst and durst, use words nobody knows


They think their metaphors are clever, I think the meaning's missed

They say lips touched like butterflies, when they mean they kissed

Unlike modern Dixie Country songs which talk of being lonesome

The poets hide meaning in metaphors. Plain poems are more wholesome


Running counter to psychiatry, poets compound our misery

Speaking only of atrocities which should remain in history

Their poems are depressing, and what have they gained?

Putting politics in poems just to spread more pain


I hope one day that fashion

For outdated words will fade away

Meanwhile I'll stick to rhythm and rhyme

Modern, simple words we say today.

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Monday, July 13, 2026

My Left and Right. Comical Poem number 809 by prolific poet Angela Lansbury.

 


There's only one of unique me

But just a select few, that's you

Know the secret, strangest truth

Important parts of me share two


I have two hands, ten fingers, too

Ten toe nails, and toes on two feet. 

Gloves, shoes and socks, odd socks grew

Odd socks I hope will meet and greet


I have two eyes, and spectacles

I have two ears, and eary things

I have an awful lot of hair

Enough to scatter everywhere


Few fears and tears

One brain, high hopes, hectares of hair

Lots of wrinkles show many years

Some fading scars from fights with cars


One tummy, full

One busy, beating heart

But let me go back

To the thoughtful counting start


I need two gloves, I need two shoes

And pairs of socks enough to lose

Ang for my head many hats

My neighbour's cat breeds filling flats

Well, back to me, as you can see

There's only one of unique me

But fate has kindly granted two

Of my best parts, just like you

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My Shadow. Comical poem number 808 by Angela Lansbury

No matter where I choose to go

My faithful shadow follows me

I don't print gold invitations

To breakfast, lunch, dinner - or tea

Shadow from hand forms an animal face. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

My shadow patiently sits there

It hides behind me til day's end

Not like an enemy or spy

As harmless as a dimwit friend


That shadow's strangely very dark

When there's a strong, bright mid-day light

Like me the shadow goes to sleep

When I turn off the bed-time light


I've strange, important news for you

You have a hidden shadow, too

Our shadows meet when we shake hands

I guess deep down you always knew


But what use to me's a shadow?

To a child I can explain

My hand makes shadows on the wall

Gone? Back again - I entertain.


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Are Mice Nice? Comical poem number 807 by Angela Lansbury

The flats nearby

Troubled by mice

Have set out traps

Will they suffice?


 I have read that

Romans ate mice

Only dormice

Or any mice?


Dormouse. Photo from Wikipedia.

If that is so

Then mice taste nice

A handy meal

At a low price!


You could cook with

White or brown rice

Maybe disguised

Chopped up like dice


On a kebab

Or sandwich slice

Just twice a week

Or even thrice


You don't like that?

Then get a cat

Fussy pussy

Will scare off mice


They'll disappear

In a quick trice

You'll no more fear

To meet those mice.

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What do you like? Comical poem 806 by Angela Lansbury

 


I like to sing

I like to sew

I  like to learn

Earn, teach what I know


Some like to paint

Others keen cooks

Read share prices

Read romantic books


Some love to swim

Run, jog or walk

Or sing a hymn

They endlessly talk


Some keen on cricket

Some favour football

Some snooze, snore, need sleep

Rest. Relax. Do nothing at all.

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