The Butterfly Effect Changing The Universe's Revolution

 

Butterfly in Changi Airport's Butterfly Garden.

We know the butterfly effect

Can bring results you don't expect

Where am I in the universe?

I don't think I'm here to rehearse

My time in judgement on a cloud

A balcony seat, to laugh out loud

At all mistakes made down below

Whilst I in limbo cease to grow

But if each thing's done for a reason

And there is good in each bad season

And there is good in plague and drought

You simply have to find it out

A million years of history

Weren't all designed for making me!

Why was I born? Do not ask why

Yet maybe I'm a butterfly!

Now that I'm here

Actions bring results. That's clear.

Something I do, and don't forget

Could have a big, beautiful effect

Maybe one smile, or just two tears

Will change the next three million years!

So it's important what you say

Your simple word could change my day

Did you like this? I'll try to guess

You'll change my world by saying yes!

Time's like trains on a railway line

We travel though light years of time.

If circles, not straight lines, believe

Resurrect, return to Adam and Eve

In heaven it's strange if all will change

Maybe all things will stay the same

Winners will always win the game

A rose by any other name

We might as well go with the flow

We all progress, and grow, we know

In sunlight, moonlight, candle glow -

Reach the same place with yes or no?

Now do I see the same as you?

Do you see green and call it blue?

Do you see blue but call it green?

Yet we both know what we both mean

Let's think and talk till we agree

I think like you, you think like me

We'll work hard to make others see

That I'm like you and you're like me

And we're both like a butterfly

Lives short, perfect, in time's jigsaw sky..

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Revised November 24th 2025

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Teeth And More

 

Thank God for whitening tootbpaste

For vaseline and vapour

Thank God for supermarkets

Thank God for soft toilet paper

Thank God for Satnav

For lawn mowers and combs

For cameras and waste disposal

For Zoom and mobile phones

Thank God for palm trees

Deck chairs, hammocks, sandy beaches

Dates and figs and kiwi fruit

Bananas and soft peaches  

Thank God for the internet

For pets, bushes and bones

For pens and pencils

So you'll never be alone

Thank God for history

About the bad old days

For the weather forecast

For seasons change to sunny days

Thank God for newspapers

And AI to solve all mystery

Thank God that after tragedy

We can turn to camedy

Thank God when I'm old or tired

The country has young leaders

Thank God for writers

Poets, printers and readers.

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The Little Fig comical poem 688 by Angela Lansbury

Fig served in London. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I had a fig to go with wine

I see others' figs all the time

Supermarkets are in the know

Figs can't be difficult to grow

I haven't got a fig they say

I didn't have a juicy fig

I went and bought a little sprig

Twenty years later it's too big

It started very cute but small

Planted a few feet from our wall

Three years I watched it anxiously

Alas it didn't grow at all

Then, hurray, it started growing

And then it grew its first small fig

Then more, but not soft nor big

What next? We'd no way of knowing

If you cooked them for several hours

Eventually they'd soften

Delicious in a syrup, we agreed, but

Something you won't do too often

Then we built a house extension

A glassed conservatory

But the fig's now too near 

Roots lift, shift a house, like oak trees

The fig leaves have grown enormous

At the expense of the plant's figs

They say that if your figs are small

It's 'cos you let leaves grow too big

Now it's rained for several days

No need to water the garden

The only problem is I see

The fig stalks start to harden

I do not want to cut it down

Wave all our years of work goodbye

Let's plant a bisexual tree

That's something I'm keen we should try

But my husband frowns angrily

'You and your damned little, hard figs

It took me hours to cook them up

And now the useless tree's too big!'

Yes, if we dig up my loved fig tree

The garden gains by looking big

But I'll point at the space and sigh

'We used to have a lovely fig.'

but I shall miss my healthy fig

Mixed with fruit, seeds and a fresh date

I'll raid my cheap supermarket

To fill my dawn five-a-day plate.

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Also see poem 667 on the fig, apple and other trees.

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In the And Us series of anthologies by Carolyn Street I have some poems.

In Addictions & Us I have a poem entitled Hoarding Plane Traveller. and a chapter 11 Confessions of a Hoarder, Keeping Order, and chapter 12 Fighting Fat, Getting Fit - Addicted to Eating Potatoes, Chocolates and Freebies. In Grief and Us I wrote Chapter 5 Coping with Bereavement and Depression, not humorous poems in that book, although I recommend reading humorous poetry and watching humorous films or videos.

I Haven't Got A Thing To Wear comical poem 687 by Angela Lansbury

Clothes in stacking  drawers. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I haven't got a thing to wear

I won't buy wigs nor dye my hair

The problem is I've summer clothes

My winter ones get lost in those

Instead of wasting all my time

Browsing to buy more clothes on line

I'll view my crammed spare room with pleasure

A home jumble sale of treasure

I can't shop wearing my swimsuit

That swim hat looks wrong buying fruit

Stained top? Cut, make a patch, or rag

Lost button! Throw in my sew bag

Will I wear these old things turned grey?

I ought to throw them all away

No. Sell them. Yes. Another day

I don't have enough time today

Searching my own clothes takes up time

Tiring, but won't cost me a dime

Pretend it's a fun thing to do

Long-lost items look good as new. 

Look - there's last year's Christmas jumper

Found! My old favourite number

I'm pleased and proud I'm in control

Sorting is so good for one's soul.

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I could change the last line of the last verse but one to

Vintage, long-lost, looks good as new. Dime is American but most Brits would understand it is a small coin. From the song, Brother, can you spare a dime, a Depression days song, sung by Bill Crosby, Dean Martin and Sinatra.

Alive? Eternal Thrive, comical poem 686 by Angela Lansbury

 Some say that we're all dying from the moment we are born

Some say live in the moment, others treat philosophy with scorn

Some die early, going mental, some outlive their teeth, all problems dental

Teeth. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

From a cockroach point of view, insects score a point or two

Teenagers are likely to survive those middle-aged and half alive

We hope all babies thrive, and live lives healthy and long

Run marathons and are strong, so nothing will go wrong

If you follow a religion it promises us all heaven

Where we'll live sixes and sevens

With ancient Egyptian men, and all the enemies

Exes and insects we hoped we'd never see again.

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In the long run, they out-run us, though I think humans have more fun

If we evaluate evolution, which one of us has won?

Each Time I Walk Down The Road comical poem / song 685 by Angela Lansbury

Walking boots. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 Each time that I walk down the road

I look at your former abode

On the far corner of the street

I remember when we would meet

I met you late, so late, in life

My fate fixed at a garden fete

Both alone, parted from our mate

So we made a romantic date

You came round one Saturday night

I dreamed of how you'd hold me tight

You gave me a bunch of flowers

We talked joyfully for hours

I thought that we were fixed for life

I'd be your happy second wife

But no, I was wrong, what went wrong?

I pushed too soon, came on too strong

Your words now echo in my head

'You like me more than I like you

I'm sorry but what I must do

Is get my coat, goodbye, thank you

'I'm glad I came, but you should know

Because we're bound to meet again

So, although this romance must end

I'm sure that we can still stay friends.'

I won't mope,  but no longer hope

So long ago it seems a dream

But I remember with pleasure

That night's first moment I treasure

For a year or two, I saw you

Sometimes when I walked down the road

When I passed your childhood abode.

You'd called on your mum. So I halloed

For one moment you'd look at me

You'd smile pleased, sorry, knowingly, 

Then look back over your shoulder

And say, 'It's late. I have to go'

Your mother died, you never cried

I joined you at the funeral

I showed my husband your new wife

Sad, glad, we'd all moved on in life

Your house for sale, your house was sold

The house, like me, was growing old

The flowers gone, another face

A concrete drive, a different place

I still see you on the internet

 I should forget, but remember

As I walk down the rebuilt road

Where others rebuilt your abode.

I think as I walk down the road

Of you, young, in your old abode.

As I walk down the now changed road

Still haunted by your old abode.

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Written listening to Country music.

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Muddle Trouble Over Countries And Flags comical poem 684 by Angela Lansbury

When you travel you stop to sample local food and drink

But the words on the menu make you stop and think

Don't translate nor remember words you learned last year

From some other country which on the map looks near

Don't ask for Greek coffee when you are in Turkey

'though Cypriot coffee might seem all Greek to you

Lebanon and the Saudis serve 'strong coffee' by another name

You have to learn a dozen words, but the coffee's just the same 

If you get in a muddle you get in a lot of trouble

It may help or hinder memory if you start seeing double

But people from one country aren't another, that's not right

They will soon correct you and make sure you see the light

The Scottish are now British but don't call them English

Although they speak English adding words which are Scottish 

People from Canada aren't from the USA

'though travelers (US spelling) worldwide say 'Have a nice day'

People from New Zealand are not from Australia

Both countries flags have a small Union Jack

And a lot of little stars, but Aussies will tell you

The one with the big star's ours.

As for country's capitals, for me they're a mystery

They change names, shift, not the big tourist city

Capitals move when they sink or get too busy

Is South Africa's Pretoria? Yes - but it has three.

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