My Thousand Lives comical poem 626 by Angela Lansbury

Pill and water glass. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I am a person who has lived a thousand lives

I've learned a thousand new facts

Ignored a thousand old lies

I'm like a thousand white clouds floating past blue skies

I am not the person who I saw yesterday

In mirrors and in photographs

That stranger's fading far away

I'm someone else, changing today

I've seen warm sunshine and felt cool, refreshing rain

I've felt exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain

Some things keep repeating, others never seen again

But always something new, so I don't complain

Not healthy and strong like when I was young

Yet not so ill as others, the worst case in a distant place

Not allergic to everyone, My time has not yet come

There's still some fun, so much more to be done

I've paid a lot of bills but they keep sending me more bills

I've taken lots of pills and if I must I'll take more pills

And as circumstances change I must rewrite my will

I've not yet had enough, 'though I've had my fill

I've grown taller, but got smaller

I've grown fat and I've grown thin

I've flown half way round the world

Today I've chosen to stay in

I've eaten a lot of new food

I have paid a lot of cooks

I have read a lot of books

And I've written lots of books

I was younger, now I'm older

I was warmer, now I'm colder

I was scared but now I'm bolder

Full of passion, now just smoulder

I am smiling, but tomorrow

I may be full of sorrow

You won't find the same person

If you wait until tomorrow

Every day is something new

Each week, seven days to gain

The mystery of it all

Is too hard to explain

My childhood is far behind

But the sun is in the sky

And the light's a delight so

I won't waste time wondering why

In some ways I'm better

In some ways I am worse

I will always be a small blessing

Facing life's big evolving curve and curse

I am sending you this message

Not snappily but happily to say

Please meet me and greet me

To learn how I'm unique, today.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury. 2025. July 25th.

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Shopping Therapy comic poem number 437 by Angela Lansbury

 I'd love a new, blue sequined hat

A red pendant, silk, pretty clothes

A little shopping's therapy

As each keen, victim shopper knows

I scan for eye-catching products

Tempting red, orange, pink or white

An assistant pleased to help me

Affordable, discounts, are right

I'll settle for seconds, bargains

To enhance morale, face or toes

A novelty, that's new will do

Each seller, buyer, woman knows.

-ends-

Photo of red and gold glass(?) pendant, bought in Finchley 2024. Photo by Angela Lansbury.Copyright.

The Beautiful Broom comic poem 211 by Angela Lansbury

 I'm here to praise the humble broom

Which cleans the floor in every room

The sturdy broom which you can trust

To move around dead dirt, dire dust

To leave the foor and shelves quite clean

To make your home gleaming, pristine

To make the old place look like new

It seems to know just what to do

It does the job, thorough, and yet

Why does it suffer such neglect?

We decorate the walking stick

With handles carved to lure the quick

That parasol displays its paint

Each broom grows dirty, pale and faint

Finally, bristles twisted, thin

It's thrown aside, beside the bin

The broom removes dead spiders' webs

It finds odd shoes under the beds

Under sofas, roll tins of drink

Last night's party? We nod and wink

Let's carve each broom's handle, paint it

Give it honour, give it glory

Each battered broom keeps us healthy

Knows our secrets, tells no story.

-ends-

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Secret Joys Of New Knickers Shared

I proudly wore my new knickers today
I found a brand new set hidden away
Still in the packet, brand new and bright clean
Not stained, faded, jaded, crisp gleam pristine

I wish you could see, dear - wish you were here.
The colours were bright and light and so clear
What joy to fetch, the elastic won't stretch
I've no fear they'll pop and shockingly drop

Try all, wear all three? Yes. No one will see 

I can or could, I feel happy and good

The colours are varied, red, white and black

I've lost the receipt - I can't take them back!

I'd found an old, new set hidden away
Proudly worn, soft silk, new knickers today.

No, no-one will know, so no-one will care
But it's a small joy I just had to share.

-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury 2019 Aug 24
Comic poem.

Unrequited Love

Lost Love
by Angela Lansbury

You're just a happy memory
You found another somebody
You chose her and rejected me
Paths diverged for eternity

I had almost forgotten you
I made my life with someone new
I did what friends said I should do
Lived far away to erase you

So when you came and searched for me
My broken heart was mended, free
And I could smile, write hi, goodbye, and -
Thank you for the memory.

-ends-

Second Sight Re-write

At first I wrote
My poem pleased
Came back, years on
Revised with ease

The thoughts were fine
But I suspect
At least they're mine
'cos not correct

I could re-write
Read aloud, shout, speak
Stay up all night
Re-work all week 

Eight syllables in every line

Or twelve, or ten

I think that's fine

Just one more time, and then again

I start gone four

And end gone ten

I should end soon

I'm not sure when

It's six a.m. here
What should I do?
Re-writes cost time, dear
All's changed, now new.

I've written through the day

And I've written through the night

Two minutes stretched to twenty hours 

But at least it reads all right.

I know it's morning here

But it's still midnight somewhere else

I shouldn't burn the midnight oil

It's not good for my health

I wish that I had watched the clock

But even then I wouldn't stop

The mirror has a bad surprise

A pretty poem but baggy eyes

I wrote so long I nearly dropped

Even my old, tired clock had stopped

Each comma, syllable's in place -

Though I've a haggard poet's face.

-ends-

Gone But Not Forgotten - Dancing On The Grave

One day, years ahead, I'll be gone
But I hope I'm not forgotten
Even though undulating earth
With ups and downs, spoiled me rotten

One day all my generation
Will have had fun, come, and then gone
And your, bright, new, generation
Will dance along, stop, look, walk on

I'm sorry to leave, but leave you
A poem, one good thing I've done
Wish you a lovely, living day
Full of wonder, like mine, have fun!

Angela Lansbury. Copyright. Aug 2nd 2017.

NOTICE, I Hazel Angela (née) Lansbury, hereby assert and give notice of my right under section 77 of the UK Copyright, Designs and Patented Act 1988, to be identified as the author of all works presented within this website, http://comicpoemsbynutter.blogspot.co.uk
 and other related sites on blogger.com. Some of the poems have appeared in one form or another, in the following websites: Facebook; and in books such as: Writing Poetry For Fun With Angela; Poetry Workshop.