The Wonderful Will. Comical poem number ... 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.

The Yin and the Yang

 

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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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.

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You Must Decide. Comical poem 756 by Angela Lansbury.

In every life there is some strife

Rehearse, decide which way to go

Agree or fight for all your life

You take a ride, choose who to know

Today I heard my neighbour died

We must admit life could be worse

We sent condolences and sighed

Glad weren't not there inside the hearse

We have survived most of our friends

The bad news is we all grow old

Hope for peaceful, warm, happy ends

It's worse to die early of cold.

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Flowers For Hours comical poem number 755. Footnote on creating rhymes and surprises in poems.

Dying rose fading. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Cut flowers are dying

The petals are falling

The water's turned misty

The garden is calling

 

I run around a spring time garden

With my helpful secateurs

Which flower should I cut next?

Whose favourite? His or hers?

My first thought's the pretty rose

Simple white, pure and mellow

Roses are best, everyone knows

Only dead red? No white? Nor yellow?

Choose camelias, white and pink

They're still in bloom, so big and bold

They would be best, what do you think?

Agreed. Help - I've too much to hold

Who'd have thought you'd spend an hour

It's like cutting, left, right, dress hems.

The midget vase, or glass tower?

Decisions drive you round the bend

Cut off rose thorns, saved from harm

Tiny movement, ladybird? Doubt

Upturned insect in alarm

I saved its life, I threw it out

Such simple rules the flower game

My reward, it's like nature's balm

Dark green leaves, a halo, a frame

My restful flowers, give me calm.

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Today's discovery, or rediscovered system. Instead of predictable doggerel couplets, write couplets on alternation lines and a and c, then make another doublet split b and d. Start with a punchline, a statement or self-deprecating surprise. Line four numbering or d in the alphabetical ordering of each verse's four lines. Then find a rhyme for the last line to insert in line two.  

What surprises could you put in the last line? 

The object is alive, or the person described is dead.

|The writer is an animal. A ghost. The same person in the past or future. 

The second person is the alter ego , not two people, one.

The enemy is the friend. The friend is the enemy.

The dead is alive, the alive is dead.

The heat is a dream on a cold day. The cold is a dream on a hot day, like the song dreaming of a white Christmas, written in sunny California in summer.

The person or object described or addressed is an animal, bird, insect, reptile, fish, cat, dog, ornament, doll, soft toy, puppet, photo.