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

 On the bright side, the sun is shining

Although in the long run all life is dying

The parents, the children, the fruit, leaves and roses

The balding hair, sniffing, blocked noses

The cracking teeth, hammer toes, feet

The cracks on paving stones in the street

The closed down shops, the potholes on roads, 

The fruit flies, the fruit, mosquitos, frogs, toads

The ancient Egyptians, those who lived long before

The peacemakers, those who started the war

Those in the news, the heroes and villains, 

Those near and those far, millions and millions

Last night norovirus, or some tummy bug

Which inconveniences those who I love

Keep far from me, no need to panic

From your point of view, I'm just a statistic

I'm a bright breezy blonde to hide my grey hairs

Away on holiday, fell down the stairs

How can I learn? Don't repeat what I've done?

I didn't phone home, it would upset my son

When I got home, he saw me

Walking and smiling, I mentioned in passing

What had happened, beguiling

What in the future we can both see

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

Not a question, it wasn't blame

I won't warn friends, 'The start of the end.'

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

We all get older, world's hotter, wet, colder

Earthquakes, tsunamis, suicide, wining

But I've one more good day to make things go my way

What a lovely day, the bright sun is 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

Roses and noses. Comical poem by Angela Lansbury.

 

How tall the standard roses grow

The heat wave hit us without warning

I've never seen them grow so tall

Was it the rain,  or global warming?

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.