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

  All the pychologists trying to put things right

And 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 must be serious, condemning those who laugh

And worst of all, time travellers, obsessed with years ago

They write of hadst and didst and durst, use words nobody knows

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

They say lips touched like butterflies, when they mean they kissed

Unlike modern Dixie Country songs which talk of being lonesome

The poets hide meaning in metaphors. Plain poems are more wholesome

Running counter to psychiatry, poets compound our misery

Speaking 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 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For outdated words will fade away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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What do you like? Comical poem 806 by Angela Lansbury

 

I like to sing

I like to sew

I  like to learn

Earn, teach what I know

Some like to paint

Others keen cooks

Read share prices

Read romantic books

Some love to swim

Run, jog or walk

Or sing a hymn

They endlessly talk

Some keen on cricket

Some favour football

Some snooze, snore, need sleep

Rest. Relax. Do nothing at all.

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Millions and millions. Comical poem number 805 by Angela Lansbury

Apple blossom on tree. Fox resting on grass. Garden in Hatch End, Pinner, Middlesex, England, London, UK. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Millions of blooms blossom on trees

Millions of blades of green grass

Millions of flowers in the beds

Millions of birds and butterflies pass

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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Updated with photo and new first verse, on Monday 13th July 2026..

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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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