On The Bright Side The Sun Is Shining, comical poem 800 by Angela Lansbury

 

On the bright side, the sun's shining

'though in the long run, life's dying

Forget bald heads, aches, blocked noses

Think parents, kids, fruit, trees, roses

Not your cracking teeth, hammer toes, feet

Cracks on paving stones in the street

The closed down shops, potholes on roads, 

Fruit flies, mosquitos, frogs, and toads

Ancient Egyptians, long before

Peacemakers, who started the war

Headlines in news, heroes, villains, 

Those near and far, millions, billions

Norovirus, or tummy bug

A setback to all those I love

Kept far from me, but don't panic

From your viewpoint, just statistics

My bright blonde hides my grey hairs

On holiday, I fell down stairs

Learn - don't repeat what I have done

I don't phone home, upset my son

When I got home, he saw me, well

I shrugged, while walking and smiling

'That accident ...' but beguiling

Ignoring future we both see

He gasped, 'Oh dear, you fell - again.'

Not a question, it wasn't blame

I won't warn friends, 'Start of the end.'

Just, 'Each day's mixed, more of the same.'

World grows older, hotter, colder

Earthquakes, tsunamis, stop whining

One good day, dine and wine my way

A perfect day, bright sun's shining!

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I began with whining, changed in to wining. Thought of extending the line to ten syllables to make 'whining to wining'. But felt the poem need more positive words in the last verse, so left it as wining, drinking wine. In that case, but should change to yes, yes wining, rather than suicides but

Cutting each line to eight syllables produced lots of revisions. Finally, I changed lovely day to perfect day.

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Roses and noses. Comical poem 799 by Angela Lansbury.

 

Garden roses. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 

How tall the standard roses grow

The heat wave hit us without warning

I've never seen flowers so tall

Nourishing rain! Or global warming?

They're best picked in the early morn

'though each bloom lasts only a week 

First, with care, cut, kill, each thorn, then

Feel petals soft as baby's cheek

A heady scent, all different

Reach roses, colourful and fun

They paint the garden, glow and flow

New pink grows, seeks life-giving sun.

Standard Roses Towering Above A Car. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

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Trains & Tourists Tootle Around The World.Comical poem 798 by Angela Lansbury

It was trains which made town clocks match their time

Now glass doors stop phones falling on the line

With the passing of time all will be fine

Lifts beside stairs on Elizabeth line

 Modern Singapore, long travelators

Old London still has deep escalators

In St Pancras, a Champagne bar

On long journeys, a dining car

From Watford to Euston and on

From Euston to lively Brixton

Transport museums and tunnel walks

To Wales or Scotland, and historic York

Signs tell you don't put your feet on the seat

Big stations have places where you can meet

See Brunel's statue, lovers, Paddington bear

On long journeys, quiet stories to share

What are those tee-shirts the people are bringing

After football matches the winners are singing

Amusing people to see, hear them speak 

Watch for your stop and don't fall asleep!

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I Miss My Train. Comical poem 797 by Angela Lansbury

 

Brixton Station, bridge. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

It's on a bridge above the street

The weird and wonderful people you meet

Home with shopping or out to eat

Saving your shoes, your time, your feet

The map can solve the mystery

The murals teach you history

The bus meets the train, the train the bus

Don't fuss. It's good for all of us

A train is like your grandmother

An old body dressed in fabric that's new

But if it's late, or disappears

You feel your thanks are far too few.

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The title is, of course, a pun. You miss the train physically by arriving too late at the station or platform. You miss it emotionally, remembering it nostalgically, wishing to see it again.

What You Gain On The Train comical poem 796 by Angela Lansbury

 

Here's the train, your handy train

Scenic in sunshine, shelter in rain

When it's on time we can't complain

Into the city, safe home again

It's nearly always quicker by train

Than, walking, biking or hiking again

You hear it coming, 'though dreadful noise

Seeing trains brings family joys

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People & Shoes Melting In The Heat 795 by Angela Lansbury

Shoes melting in the heat. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 In London melting in the heat

Myself, my sandals and my feet

I leave black streaks along the floor

Then dice-sized lumps along the street

When my shoes disintegrate

I am aghast, I shall be late

The floor is in a dreadful state

And everybody else must wait.

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Our Sea Is Deep comical poem 794 by Angela Lansbury

 

Tenerife. Canary Islands. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

The sea is wide, the sea is deep

To me at mid-day silver-blue

How many secrets does it keep?

Colours and moods may change for you

Crashing white waves mean racing surf

For shops and tourists that's good news

I'd rather sit on solid earth

Drink and watch the sea's changing blues

The palm trees flutter in the breeze

The butterflies fly dipping by

Birds with wide wings glide through the sky

My balcony is bird's eye high

The troubled word seems far away

The deep blue sea, the wide blue sky

I'll treasure my last happy day

Fixed in my mind's best mirror eye.

It's not a sea, it's an ocean

Power like a magic potion

It looks like the world's half unfurled

But big Pacific's half the world.

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I changed grey blue to the more positive silver blue.

Later. Comical poem 793 by Angela Lansbury

Watch the watch. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright .

'I promise I'll do it - later,'

Means no-one will get the job done

Later is a mythical land

Where neither good nor bad folk come

Later is like a reminder

But alas it will ever come

Like heaven, all wait for later

Where forgotten deeds will be done

At four you think that later's soon

At six it's myth like life on moon

At eighty you no longer care

Later is neither here nor there

Later is a kind of polite

Way of saying, no, not tonight

If later's what they want to say

I don't mind, I live for today.

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Happiness Is Shopping Hopping. Comical poem number 792 by Angela Lansbury

 

Happiness is a smart new hat

Happiness is a new soft dress

Happiness is pretty colours

A big, red ring, bound to impress

Happiness is a cute necklace

Happiness is a heart-shaped ring

What I chose for myself, or you

Free gifts, discounts on anything

Happiness is on holiday

Nothing needs to be done today

Happiness is when you and me

Go with the flow and both agree

I'm happy when they speak English

But smile when I say por favor

I've shown goodwill, I spoke two words

And maybe know two or three more.

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Written in Tenerife, Canary Islands.

Volcano you shouldn’t know . Comical poem 791 by Angela Lansbury

 The Canary Islands started life as volcanoes

Like all islands, millions of years ago

So there's no need to panic

When you learn that they're volcanic

Why did I say no need to panic?

In the long run we"re on Titanic

Some like to know. Go with the flow

But others prefer not to know

I must admit with a sigh

That my years are rushing by

I'm no longet keen on hikîng

Driving, walking. Nor mountain biking

My exercise is not taking a lift

I'm sure you smart folk get my drift

"How are you?', friends want to know

I'm oldet than two years ago

A volcano museum on Tenetife

Was free and fun and a relief

A second free exhibit on honey

Wine tasting with cheese took some money

But on La Palma, I must reveal

How their recent volcano makes me feel

When my friends want to look inside -

Only for those who pay a guide

I'll take photos of those I've known

My hotel could be my new home

I said, 'Stay in the hire car, please,’ 

Mount Teide, Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

But he left with the hire car keys.

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Photo: Memory of Mount Teide  Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.