Millions and millions. Comical poem number 777 by Angela Lansbury

Millions of leaves on all the trees

Millions of waves on all the sea

 Millions of years of the trials

Before they perfected sweet me

Millions of stars, millions of cars

Millions of miles, we don't drive far

Millions of grains of sand, salt and sugar

Millions of cells in me, all together

Millions of brain cells, lots of gains

Millions of thoughts make aches and pains

Millions of thoughts, better again

Millions of thoughts, most just the same

Millions of thoughts, future and past

Millions of dreams, but dreams don't last

Millions of thoughts, wonders, and yet

I had one thought, which I forget.

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Moving On comical poem 804 by Angela Lansbury

When you know it's time that you were moving on

There's no turning back, you must be strong

It doesn't matter who was right or wrong

If you don't belong together, time for moving on 

There's plenty more fish in the sea

Plenty more flowers for the bee

Plenty more apples on the tree

Someone new for you and someone new for me

No point in looking back

In counting out the things we lack

The things we wish we never said

Or should have said - like unmade cakes inside your head

It's time to go far away, to find new friends

Who never met you, Won't recollect you

Won't stop to ask me what went wrong

Instead they sing a brand new song

So when they ask what brought you here

I'll smile and tell them with good cheer

I wanted something new to do

And I won't think of you.

I won't replay an endless loop

Like picking peas out of a soup

Instead I'll find a brand new group

And see how much I can recoup

And when I see the young teens crying

When elsewhere worse off folk are dying

I shall just feel like replying

They've gone, it's time for moving on.

There's plenty more fish in the sea

Plenty more flowers for the bee

Plenty more apples on the tree

Someone new for you and someone new for me.

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I'm Searching For A Metaphor, Bed-ridden. Comical poem number 803 by Angela Lansbury.

Angela Lansbury in red and white dress by Thai style double beds beside Melia hotel swimming pool, Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

What can I say about this gorgeous, fancy bed?

I have a dictionary of words churning through my mixer head 

I want to inspire, with hopes, visions and dreams

The possible, impossible, what is is and merely seems

I climb every mountain looking for a metaphor

I swim a sea of similes and copy those who wrote before

I reflect and then reject originals which I suspect

Will not endure, and throw them on the floor

I look at pots, at kettles, at black, and red and white

I search through morn, dawn and torn, dark night, white snow and light

I'm happy seeing sunlight, and storms and rain and pain

I hope the night will put things right in spring, forget the years of winter tears sure to come again

I ride a mental horse along the river's course, back to the bubbling source

View the battle which does not stop until I reach the mountaintop

I wait for my ship, train, bus, bike, donkey, camel, plane, which end all pain and bring me joy again

Like a gift list, parcel, birthday song, which lasts so long it makes me strong

Ready to walk with boots or shoes, clad in my clothes of reds and blues

And eat ice cream with friends I meet, along the leafy, shady street

Until at last all words are said, and I can rest my heavy head

End my day my own way, and post four times from my silk-soft bed.

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The last line in a pun on four poster bed.

Yin and Yang For Every Plan comical poem 802 by Angela Lansbury

 You need yin but also need yang

Yin and yang for every plan

Just as day will follow the night

Watch for wrongs to make things go right

Every project needs risk assess

Even washing then when you dress

Comb your hair, and don't look a mess

Dress your best so you will impress

You need to drink, watch food you eat

The table height, the back of chairs

But give yourself a tiny treat

Exercise, but don't fall down stairs

List good and bad events in reach

Teach troubles in a funny speech

A day when everything goes wrong

Feeds plots for novels or a song

Even if it won't bring you wealth

You cure your health and heal yourself

Although much money has been spent

You're reborn, called resilient.

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Your troubles make a funny speech

became

Teach troubles in a funny speech

which adds assonance.

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The Underground comical poem 801 by Angela Lansbury

 

London Underground Railway station, Hyde Park Corner. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

We may be heading underground

But on the way with joy look round

When young, look forward, never back

When old, don't think of what we lack.

The underground is like your mind

With pictures which recall the past

Don't let battles of yesterday

Cloud your mind, battles do not last

Life's journey has a lot of hops

Where other people come and go

And many interesting stops

Which show and tell what you now know.

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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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