Night Noises, Day Noises Comical poem 739 by Angela Lansbury

 Late night license, midnight, after

Bars still open, people drinking, 

Smoking in streets, glasses clinking

Music playing, distant laughter

Then gardens and the parks grow dark

The streets just give a gentle hum

But in brains our thoughts still churning

Like bright light of fire burning

Poets writing, speakers typing

Artists drawing, sleepers snoring

Toilets flushing, wakers creeping

Football singing, raindrops falling

Birds are singing, doorbells ringing

Alarms buzzing, foxes and bats

Spiders and flies, mice and rats

Buses rumbling, children calling 

Traffic hooting, helicopters

Overhead is a police plane

Taps are dripping, clocks are ticking, 

Radio pop songs play again.

Puddles glisten, if you listen

You can hear your beating heart

Old leaves dying, new babes crying

But every day's a great new start.

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Noises Tuning Up 738 by Angela Lansbury

The silent house is full of noise

Created round the silent toys

The boiler makes a dreadful thump

A car door slammed and made me jump

The fridge is like an orchestra

The air is filled with ringing

The doctor says its tinnitus

Like deaf Beethoven singing

 

A noise on a chocolate paper

In Greece was just a spider

Maybe a gecko in a shoe

Nocturnal cats have lots to do

In olden days they blamed a ghost

The letter box, the early post

The milkman, an electric car

A distant train, a cow, dog, war

But I rejoice at the world's voice

That I can hear what's near round here

Mechanical and living things

All out of tune, but try to sing

Read my words written on a page

I hear them declaimed on a stage

The songs outside, echo songs inside

My teeth grind like a great train ride.

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

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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I Must Tell You My Mad Dreams. Comical poem 737 by Angela Lansbury

 I dreamed I was on a busy holiday

When I was still at home

I dreamed of a joyful crowded wedding

When I slept in silence all alone

I dreamed of a giant puzzle

Where I solved all the clues

I dreamed of worldwide peace songs

When all the papers tell bad news

I dreamed of jolly conversations

With my parents now long dead

I have a cinema play non-stop films

Inside my tiny, muddled head

I dreamed I wrote a library

I wrote only twenty, plus unpublished books

I dreamed I'd filled a chocolate shop 

Although I almost never cook

I dreamed the clouds became balloons

Which filled a rainbow sky

Thousands of joyful running children

We both smiled, I don't know why

I woke and he told me his dream

He was proud to tell me nonsense

So now I've told all my mad dreams

My gift to the world, a recompense.

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Poetry Workbook

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

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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Knock, Knock, Who's There? Comical poem 736 by Angela Lansbury.

Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock - 'Who's there?'

It's a stranger, better beware

A single, couple, plain, but odd

I do not wish to change my God

Don't get me started, not today

Although in debates I'm hearty

I don't want to change, with strangers 

My secret vote for my party

I won't tell if I like vegans

Or choose kosher or halal meat

I don't want to buy fruit or fish, 

Or to reveal which food I eat 

I am not keen on trick or treat

Please don't knock on the locked front door

Then run away, it makes your day

It's fun, until you see a gun

Angela Lansbury with the Singapore flag. Photo by Trevor Sharot.

In Singapore it is not allowed

To go around knocking on doors

Laws scared me, my first year out there

Thirty years on, I give applause.

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Money, more or less. Comical poem 735 by Angela Lansbury.

 

I wonder where my money goes

I'm careful when I buy new clothes

On ebay, sales, and discount stores

I find a bargain, then buy more

It's the same when buying meat

Spend less, but still one has to eat

Here's the answer to life's riddle

Some will fiddle, some shop in Lidl

Chocolates, everyone knows

Can be bought from good old Marks

A little luxury from Waitrose

Sequinned clothes, and Prosecco sparks.

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Poetry Pets & Pests

Angela's Alarming Animal poems

Poetry Workbook

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

My books are on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, and Lulu.com

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Truths Questioned In Second Childhood. Comical poem 734 by Angela Lansbury.

 When I was only eight years old

I discovered to my surprise

That the parents I had trusted

Had told me lots of silly lies

Firstly, a puzzle, something strange 

I learned when five, six or seven

Baby Jesus was born to mother Mary

By our father, Christmas, in heaven

We prayed, and wrote, to our father

Who lived most of the year up there

Not with horse power but reindeer

In December drove to malls here

Then, worse, my granny, dearly loved

Who when I looked could not be found

Wasn't in holiday heaven

But buried deep under the ground

But when I had reached eleven

I could clearly think and reason

Biology, geography

The sun, moon, stars - and the season

Just when I thought I'd sorted it

And saw summer was in July

But Australia, down under

Was upside down. No-one knew why

Now that I'm old I'm still confused

Why did dear God send coughs and colds?

Why do the Chinese speak Chinese

And not say thank you and yes please?

Why do we waste money on wars?

Why are some good people such bores?

Why do rich people like to camp?

Send answers on a postage stamp.

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Dreaming Of Sequins. Comical poem 733 by Angela Lansbury

 

Sequins, large and small, pink and green. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I'm dreaming of gleaming sequins

Sparkly and flashy, perky as robins 

As rich as fake furs and ermine

Clothes for kings, chaplains and captains

You have nothing to lose by taking a cruise

Just be quiet about your diet

Eat and drink anything you choose

The menu - and dress code, are today's vital news

Cruse ships with space for smart cabins

With basins and hooks for hanging up oilskins

Swim in for drink in, then discos and dancing  

Swing in for sit ins and join in loud sing-ins

Dressed for the buffet, and grand cabaret

Eat enough food to last seven days

Teens deserting jeans for muslin, jerkins, poplins

Feathers and flounces deserving of praise

Sweet demure virgins see kissing cousins

Clowns, harlequins, fancy dress  - dozens

Napkins in rings, blinis and gherkins

Chickens from kitchens, pumpkins, then muffins 

After dinner, shake and shimmer

Better than pink gin, you always win

Like music on a violin

Dance in a disco and you'll stay thin

'Where have you been?'

'I've been out shopping'

Woollens soft as lambskins

Purses tough as pigskin

Not thrown in dustbins

Rescued by ragged urchins

Not clothes for goblins

For their spells and wild sins

Swimming, leaping, diving like dolphins

Slip out of swimsuits, borrow safety pins 

Enjoying tiffin, argue about vaccines

Jasmin or lupin handwash, aromas, perfumes

Heady like mountains and fountains

Like sov(e)reigns paid gold sovereigns

More mood-lifting than aspirins

Soothing like wearing moccasins

A sparkling, flittering sequin

As helpful as a vitamin

Energises like an endorphin

A magic mental medicine

Feminine, masculine

Guarded by the faerie Queen

The gaudiest, and loveliest

Sequins I have ever seen

In blue, green, pink and magenta

Silver, gold, red and fuschia

Taste, smell, hear and see the pleasure

In sequin's electric treasure.

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I typed in sequins, origin of the word, and other words for sequins, then up popped a website giving words which rhymed with sequins. So many of them that I had to write a poem, only slightly absurd.

https://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/words-that-rhyme-with/sequins.html