What makes me feel?

What tasks and files make me feel ill?

Receiving new, even old bills

Instructions on new and old pills

Making new and reading old wills

What cheers me up, makes me feel well?

Affordable things others sell

High prices cups get if I sell

Hearing ice cream cart's ringing bell

What calms my afternoon slump, stress?

Planning a trip to East or West

Photos of a food and wine Fest

A tea-time cake with lemon zest

What wakes me, makes me feel my best?

Solving problems, or a hard test

Waking from long sleep or a rest

Bùying a new red hat or dress!

What action is most exciting

Let's imagine we're inviting

Friends whose skill is reading, writing

Calmly fishing, watching fighting?

Yes, dear friend, tell me about you?

Today what would do you like to do?

Watch bikes race? A1. Or football?

Or nothing at all?

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My Legacy Of Laughter. Comical poem 812 by Angela Lansbury

 Each bit of me is fading

But still I struggle on

I hope if I am sweet and kind 

You'll miss me when I'm gone

But neither of us benefits

If my memory brings you tears

So I'll leave you love and laughter

To make you smile for years and years.

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I edited this poem by changing the title from The Legacy to The Legacy of Laughter. My next project is to go back through all my poems to see whether I can change titles to something alliterative, surprising or funny and sunny - happy.

That Shadow Shows The Way. Comical poem 811 by Angela Lansbury.

Last night I saw something so strange

The image haunted me today

As I'd walked with light behind me

My shadow seemed to lead the way.

It showed me where I was going

It gaily nodded up and down

It echoed, but seemed to lead me

On focused path along the ground

Leave only footsteps, people plead

Do not leave litter on the way

Walk as lightly as a shadow

Painted echo of your good day

In a painting vital shadows

Point the way that stick figures walk

The direction of the bright sun

The painter's silent form of talk

I have not, yet, made a painting

Last night's shadow has gone away

Yet the image stays in my mind

A tantalising sign today.

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All this week our book at bedtime has been about English painter Lowry, famous for his crowds of leaning stick figures which seem to march across the page.

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Living In The Now. Comical poem number 810 by Angela Lansbury

Many modern psychologists trying to put things right

They try to stop us getting suicidal in the dark of night

They tell us to forget the past, the future's yet to come

Just live in the moment, dwelling on past wrongs is dumb

So why do so many poets write about the past?

They think you should be serious, condemning those who laugh

Worst of all, poet time travellers, obsessed with years ago

Insist on writing hadst, didst, durst, words nobody now knows

They think their metaphors are clever, I think the meaning's missed

They say lips touched like butterflies, obscure, they just mean kissed

Unlike modern Dixie Country songs which talk plain of ain't and lonesome

Poets hide, muddle, meaning in metaphors. Plain poems are more wholesome

Running counter to psychiatry, poets compound our misery

Speaking, dwelling on only of atrocities which should remain in history

Their poems are depressing, and what have they gained?

Putting politics in poems just to spread more pointless pain

I hope one day that fashion

For outdated words will fade away

Meanwhile I'll stick to rhythm and rhyme

Modern, simple words we say today.

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My Left and Right. Comical Poem number 809 by prolific poet Angela Lansbury.

 

There's only one of unique me

But just a select few, that's you

Know the secret, strangest truth

Important parts of me share two

I have two hands, ten fingers, too

Ten toe nails, and toes on two feet. 

Gloves, shoes and socks, odd socks grew

Odd socks I hope will meet and greet

I have two eyes, and spectacles

I have two ears, and eary things

I have an awful lot of hair

Enough to scatter everywhere

Few fears and tears

One brain, high hopes, hectares of hair

Lots of wrinkles show many years

Some fading scars from fights with cars

One tummy, full

One busy, beating heart

But let me go back

To the thoughtful counting start

I need two gloves, I need two shoes

And pairs of socks enough to lose

Ang for my head many hats

My neighbour's cat breeds filling flats

Well, back to me, as you can see

There's only one of unique me

But fate has kindly granted two

Of my best parts, just like you

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My Shadow. Comical poem number 808 by Angela Lansbury

No matter where I choose to go

My faithful shadow follows me

I don't print gold invitations

To breakfast, lunch, dinner - or tea

Shadow from hand forms an animal face. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

My shadow patiently sits there

It hides behind me til day's end

Not like an enemy or spy

As harmless as a dimwit friend

That shadow's strangely very dark

When there's a strong, bright mid-day light

Like me the shadow goes to sleep

When I turn off the bed-time light

I've strange, important news for you

You have a hidden shadow, too

Our shadows meet when we shake hands

I guess deep down you always knew

But what use to me's a shadow?

To a child I can explain

My hand makes shadows on the wall

Gone? Back again - I entertain.

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Are Mice Nice? Comical poem number 807 by Angela Lansbury

The flats nearby

Troubled by mice

Have set out traps

Will they suffice?

 I have read that

Romans ate mice

Only dormice

Or any mice?

Dormouse. Photo from Wikipedia.

If that is so

Then mice taste nice

A handy meal

At a low price!

You could cook with

White or brown rice

Maybe disguised

Chopped up like dice

On a kebab

Or sandwich slice

Just twice a week

Or even thrice

You don't like that?

Then get a cat

Fussy pussy

Will scare off mice

They'll disappear

In a quick trice

You'll no more fear

To meet those mice.

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