Where did I lose the thing I've lost?
I hope I'll find it - fingers crossed
Perhaps the object's in its place
And I'm the one confused and lost.
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| Description | Français : Fête de la musique 2019 à Genève. Objets trouvés : un petit chien en peluche « doudou », une pince à cheveux, posé sur un distributeur à sachets pour crottes de chiens « Caninette ». |
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| Source | Own work |
| Author | MHM55 |
A poem paints a picture, I wish
Is a picture's worth a thousand words?
You can recite with both your eyes shut
Ballads learned at school, so often heard
A sun, a moon, a bridge, two love birds
A plate, a cup, and a candle flame
A fairy, two witches, add a third
A banner, signature, famous name
Can I frame a poem in a border
Lines of pretty flowers, plants or leaves
Wild seas, letters, a leaning tree trunk
Like a scroll from a wave on high seas
I often wondered how to do it
Or create each picture in Powerpoint
With a background of waving colour
Tall, or wide, made on a Conva slide
Can I learn to illustrate poems
With charcoal sketches or news cartoons
Water colour, oil or acrylic
To silence the watching reading rooms
Then turn my poems into a book
With messages, traditional themes
That love conquers war, or even more
Rainbows of lasting peace, vivid dreams.
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Medium size label. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
My shortest rhyme is it'll fit.
But too short's futility
Poems first need utility
Comic poems add wit
The Japanese write concise haiku
But I'll not inflict cuts on you
(I'm never quite sure what to do
Is the subject fiction? It sounds true.)
The haiku's beats are five and seven
But I'm at ease with 8,10, 11
Their poems speak of Spring, ponds, frogs
Not real life cities, fights, dead dogs
I'm a would-be doctor, poem nurse.
Try a long poem with short verses
A short poem with long verses
A simple couplet, ought to do it.
Why write short poems?
To save time
The reader's, writer's
Yours and mine
So, I'll try again, dear friend
Don't let work drive you round the bend
Bring all work quickly to an end
Remember to click done or send.
I must leave now or I'll be late -
Before I leave, in real life, wave
On some websites, with slides, click save
On blogger you must click update
But tell your listener what to do
A good reminder to self, too
And make the listener feel you care
Ask them politely, please share.
I am not tall, not tall at all
I don't climb walls in case I fall
A short poem sounds good to me
That size will suit me perfectly.
Each poem should be in three sizes
The longest one with twist end surprises
Small, medium or large? The buyer's call
Like shirts, it's not true one size fits all.
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Tick tock, like tinnitus, can you all hear
Christmas carols call like a ticking clock?
What is the date? Gift stocking can't be late
Dusk's dark as midnight - but it's only five
The elves and rheindeer grin on socks
To brighten up the end of year
All kinds of chocolates on the plate
And gifts galore to buy and give
I'm half asleep, and yawning, half alive
Santa's red and white hats fill tinselled shops
Wearing heavy, hooded coats, we still strive
To sparkle until winter flu strike stops.
White lights wound round lamp posts brighten our streets
Past pickpockets, join jolly shopping crowds
Shops fill with tempting chocolate Christmas treats
Dream of diet-free days when pud's allowed.
Tesco shopping at Clubcard prices for Curtis the Cavapoo plush. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
In January masochists will go
To countries blessed with even worse, deep snow
Well after Fall, when snowflakes are falling
Sales start, ski brochure bargains are calling.
Christmas crackers give jokes, mottoes, and rhymes
While others fly to warmer, palm tree climes
I wrap like snowmen, wait for happy times
When wise, kind clocks leap forward to summer time.
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Once we were scared by a mobile phone
But now we can't leave ours alone
We've loads of them throughout our home
Missed out year one - wish we had known
How I wish we hadn't grumbled
Everything changed when prices tumbled.
We feel scared by all things new
AI can help to pull us through
At first AI was scary and
It frightened me a little bit
Covid made us leave friendly rooms
But now we meet the world on Zooms
Wiki tells us all we need to know
We travel, see zoos on video
We lost bank passwords and were skint
But now do banking with thumb print
Will AI steal our writing jobs?
Now microwaves replace gas hobs
Well, some things change while others last
Saliva tests reveal our past
Videos show us traffic jams
And hit and runs caught on dash cams
Door cameras say the mail's arrived
We can hear baby's still alive
We see our children learn at school
And check the fridge-freezer's still cool
Rush through stations to catch our train
Driverless wonders on time again
I shop online - can AI cook?
It can if I supply the book
If AI warns of fire and flood
Robots rescue - that must be good
While everything has negatives
I'll focus on the positive
AI was sent from Gods above
To match make and find us true love.
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Every baby needs a smile granny
Failing that, a smile nanny
Every grumpty granny needs a smile baby
Every grinning grandpa needs a listening baby
If you smile at a cry baby enough
They turn into a smile baby
If you smile at a smile baby enough
They turn into a smile child
If you smile at a smile child enough
They turn into a smile teen
If you smile at a smile teen enough
They turn into a smile lover
If a smile lover smiles at others enough
They find another smile lover
If they smile at each other enough
They end up with a cry baby
But if they smile at a cry baby enough
It turns into a smile baby
If I write enough smiles for her and him
I'll end up with a smile poem.
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Gadgets designed for saving space
Are filling my over-filled place
I buy suitcases which expand
And scissors which fit both my hands
My problem is I cannot find
The white walking cane for the blind
The hearing aid, and my spare teeth
Are hidden somewhere underneath
I know I bought one, but forget
The secret place where it was set
To hide from burglars, book disguise
Will also hide it from my eyes
I've summer clothes and winter clothes
But in between ones, no-one knows
They're in a suitcase, on the floor
Or hiding, shy, behind the door
I need to find the bill for rates
I found the tea cups, lost the plates
I found the fork but lost the knife
Can't find tea spoons to save my life
I've fixed ten shelves onto the wall
But can't find anything at all.
I've put old leaflets in the bin
But more arrive - you just can't win.
I've folded big bags in small ones
Expanding bags - holiday fun
Old things bought last year now are missed
My shopping list - I've lost that list
What will they say when I have died?
Here's the whole life of this old dear
To sort it out will take a year
Throw it away - at least she tried.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
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