Grammar. Police Traffic Lights. Comical |Poem number 7.. by Angela Lansbury

 I am very fond of grammar

For just a wee dram shows my skills

Glad to correct stranger's for free

Send thanks, but help teachers pay bills

I am proud to be a teacher

Of the words from yesterday

I try to save words from the past

Which naive newbies throw away

Yet I do not speak like Shakespeare

I admit fashions change, move on

Scatter poems like confetti

Words which will stay when we've moved on

Like graffiti from poor Romans

Near 3D trompe loeil on rich walls

Everyone shouts out their message

To leave love, hate, pride from their falls

A child starts with grunts, screams, and smiles 

Pets wants attention, food, walks, love

Patterns predictable like day

But varied like the clouds above

We find pleasure in stillness, rest

Yet like adventure, news, movement

Common sense, from experience

But also novelty, improvement

You must know the rules to change them

Like Tarte Tatin, upturned cake

There's a place and time to break things

But I love to build, make and create

The joy of language and grammar

Is not to kick and hurt the fools

It is like offering a paintbrush

The rules are simply tools

I am not a cat chasing a mouse

I wear a smile, give praise, not grouse

Like ordered shelves so you find things

In your brain's big cluttered house .

Each day I expand my dictionary

List new words I didn't know

I add a page of glossary

Add slush, to fifty words for snow

Build a house with a hammer

Like planning walls, pillars and beams

I will help you build with grammar

So you can express your dreams.

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Alive or Dead In Bed comical poem 762 by Angela Lansbury

I wake, there's silence in the room

I feel a dreadful sense of doom

Right now snoring would be relief

Hearing a grunt or something brief

 There is a body in the bed

Still sheet over body and head

I cannot see the body breathe

I wonder if I ought to leave

It's not a murder, there's no knife

We're simply at the end of life

I know this news is rather dire

The time you die's when you retire

I stand and watch, there is no sound

I try to pull the sheet right down

But it is tightly wrapped around

Two empty slippers on the ground

A tickle or a gentle stroke

Hurray, he turned, at last he woke

He's wide awake and he is cross

Much better than a total loss

Grumpy has a cup of coffee

I prepare a cup of tea

I am smiling, I am happy

I've got him back alive with me.

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The Wonderful Will. Comical poem number 761 by Angela Lansbury

 What can  I leave you in my will?

Wonders, warm words which soothe all ill

A silver spray of sweet perfume

To help you breathe deep in each room

From pink and pine trees in the street

Glimpse gleaming treasures, sweets and treats

Windows with shutters open wide

So from the garden peep inside

A garden filled with red flowers

Where you sit and snooze for hours

In a hammock, or bamboo chairs

Dream painted tower's spiral stairs

Flowers feed bees and butterflies

Gently swaying weeping willow

Frilly white clouds, drift pure blue skies

Soft cushions, embroidered pillows

By a curved path of rainbow brick

Snug on rugs, sharing a picnic

Grapes, dates, almonds, currants, carrots

Watching the watching parrots

And in the house a small gold frame

My photo smiling, Italic name

By a comfy, carved old chair

So you can dream that I'm still there.

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I have tried to re-order the lines so that you go from the house where you read the will, out to the springtime garden, and back to the house with the photo. A circular poem, with the first and last verses framing the wandering thoughts.

I have used vivid, pictorial images, the humour of the hungry parrots enticed by the vision of the food, and the happy memories.

It is a picture of my bungalow in Hatch End, with parrakeets in the trees, but the imaginary tower, a Disney image, to rhyme with flower.

Tree in Hillview Road. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

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The Yin and the Yang 760

 

Yin and Yang from Wikipedia.

The symbol so succinct, the black and white

The contrast so clear is like day and night

The Chinese call it the yin and the yan

A circle, or sphere, ends where it began

It's like a school year, back home, then back here

Or a holiday, places far away

Let's try something new, an expensive game, 

Spice makes it taste nice, it looks just the same

Like breakfast and lunch, I have a hunch

The Trap Of Old Rhymes In A Draught. Comical Poem 759 by Angela Lansbury.

 I'm struggling hard to find escapes

From traps of old and well-known rhymes

Dictionaries delay, like big capes.

Pick words which echo modern times!

So let's chuck old rhymes in verse two 

June, moon, tune, noon, protected

Start verse three with a shock that's new

Misheard, absurd, unexpected

From classic poets, much to learn

But I shall censor 'thee' and 'thou'

Like them, make do with modern, 'you'

Invent new similes somehow

Although I always do my best

I start excited in a tiz

A bad start can leave me depressed

I'm not Shakespeare, only one is

No muse can help us pass life's test

Though AI edits all the rest

The way to pass life's daily test

Is starting early at one's desk

Your first draft has cliches, mistakes

But editing is all it takes

Thought can start or follow action

Just start, both bring satisfaction.

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Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

 My latest book, Embarrassing Moments, is on Amazon, at a bargain price of well under ten pounds

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Don't Stare, Children! Comical poem 758 by Angela Lansbury.

 

Girl with coloured hair, by mural inspired by poet Shelley, in London, England. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Don't stare, children, It's rude to stare

Even if they have purple hair

Look at the floor, or sky, or tree

In your mirror, or book, or me

Don't stare, children, it's rude to stare

Though they are nude, have six foot hair

Pretend you neither see nor care

Ignoring them, just talk to me

If they look odd, their words absurd

Just act as though you never heard

Do not let the outside affect

With things you don't need to inspect

Act like you did not hear nor see

Do not react, nor disagree

Just concentrate when you're with me

They're free to be how they must be

Don't look nor hear bad things they say

Just hope and pray they'll go away

Just act as if they are not there

Don't share but have a happy day.

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People Are Like Icebergs. Comical poem 757 by Angela Lansbury.

Angela Lansbury wearing red, fancy dress glasses. 

 People hide their thoughts like icebergs

Only show you a little bit

You can mine gold, kindly find gold

Listen, gather golden drips 

I don't like football, so I wait

Let others share their dreams of teams

Their music is not to my taste

Frankly, I don't have time to waste

And yet each opportunity

Can bring new laughs and wit to me

Even strangers at the bus stop

Linked in sorrow when the trains stop

Start a chat with simple questions

Show that you have good intentions

Join journeys to far off places

In a world of friendly faces

Stories you might never have heard

Lips like taps drip out gems of words

Lonely people have hidden dreams

Dramas, thrills, and get rich quick schemes.

Stories of places far and near

Confessions you'd rather not hear

Make you pretend you're not, yet, friends

Forced to become friends in the end.

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I changed 

'though you become friends in the end.

Thinking time 2 hours. Writing time, then typing time 1 hour.

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