New Year Wishes Poem
Thursday, December 22, 2016
New Year Poem by Angela Lansbury
New Year Wishes Poem
Parody of Twelve Days of Christmas by Angela Lansbury
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
This Is Your Pilot Speaking
About the author
Angela Lansbury B A Hons ACG ALB PM5 EH5 DL5 VC5
The Author of several books, including Etiquette For Every Occasion. Wedding Speeches & Toasts. How to be the Best Man. Quick Quotations. Who Said What When.
Blogs travelwithangelalansbury.blogspot.com
dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com
Braddell Heights Advanced Toastmasters Speakers Club Vice President Public Relations (VPPR), Previous President
Join BHA 1st Wednesday 7pm and 3rd Saturday 2 pm Singapore time
Vice President Public Relations (VP PR) of Tampines Changkat Advanced;
Secretary of weekly online Singapore International Dynamic Toastmasters Speakers’ Club;
Member and past president of Harrovians toastmasters club, UK; Past member of HOD Toastmasters, London. Past member in Singapore of: Toastmasters Club of Singapore (TCS); Tiarel; and Senja Cashew.
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Regular attendee at annual Swanwick Writers’ School, England.
Regular attendee at annual Writers’ Holiday, Wales.
Contributor to poetry readings, and after tea courses on: Speaking On Radio To Promote Books; and Plots And Character.
Winner of many club and area speaking contests in the UK and Singapore.
Language advisor to Empire Toastmasters club in Indonesia.
Language and speech workshops in Singapore.
Speaker on radio and TV in England, Scotland, the USA, and Australia.
Compiler of a school course on public speaking for teachers to prepare pupils for school open days with attending ceremonies before government ministers, Singapore.
Former member of Harrow Writers’ Circle, London, and two writing groups in Singapore.
Angela is on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Twitter. She would be delighted to link up with new friends.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Dreaming Of A Childhood Garden
Last night I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort and right day's wrong Your hopes and wishes, fogs and fears Muddled bad cleared, like a good song I wiped the haze and rainy daze Dreamt of flowers, back in London Like my childhood, sunlit, unfazed Walking in an English garden Curtains let in light to wake you Green grass, green oaks, and a blue sky Cool dew, long paths lead to new views Red rose bushes grow up eye high Yesterday I saw butterflies Changi airport, an oasis You think you're reborn, no-one dies Papers reveal Zika's crises Far from leaves and far from green grass Our plane jolts down in neon Hong Kong Skyscrapers soothe changing colours Air-conditioned, what could go wrong? Too many crowds, too much litter Live fish in tanks, dead on our plate There no fresh fruit, too much sugar We've flown, we're tired, it's getting late That's why I dreamed my life again Night dreams should sort out right from wrong Like rose scents which last one hour I'm a curled and coloured flower I wake refreshed to start my day I'm small but see friends in a while So all past cares have flown away I'm small but lift lives with my smile. Copyright Angela Lansbury September 1st 2016. Written after a trip from Singapore to Hong Kong.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
The Hardest Part of Writing A Poem
The Ballad Of Fred The Frog
on webpage Poets United
Dear Poet
You wrote a funny poem
You wrote a poem to amuse
I must say you succeeded
It blew away my late night blues
I love to read new poems
I feel I've found new friends
Whether a poem's long or short
I'm sorry when it ends
Your poem has inspired me
It's made me want to write
And if I don't write right away
I'll be up half the night
A poem, plus a drawing!
I must say I'm impressed
Quite frankly, now that I'm retired
I struggle to get dressed
The thing I want to ask you
Which bothers me the most
My dear, how do you do it -
How do you upload a post?
Angela Lansbury (annalondon8@gmail.com)
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Holiday On The Internet
by Angela Lansbury
Wear your sarong; the only thing to pack's
Your suitcase of memories you must bring back
Tomorrow we're taking our best trip yet
A holiday around the internet
We both wake up late at the crack of dawn
From dreams of tennis on a big green lawn
White cricket balls which arch overhead, slow
My holiday, garden bouquet - let's go!
We don't need taxis if we stay at home
You're in the en suite, so I'm not alone
Watch a stranger's tail-wag dog eat a bone
You march past, smile, on a fully charged phone
When at our peak we were admired
Now in a lull, when half-retired
We feel poor, take our holiday
At home, free parking on our driveway
Drink fresh coffee from our machine
Sit cuddling, sharing our travel dream
Travel back through the photo ages
We click, trek Everest on YouTube pages
First class flights, the best trips yet
Balloon world-wide around the internet
We don't need jabs, nor to pack sun cream
Change money, buy mosquito screen
We sit close, share what's on the screen
Make lists, screen capture where we've been
Toss dice, you choose first where you want to go
To ski past chalets in deep snow
Then I can sail for somewhere sunny
Take a long cruise which costs no money
Land on a shell beach in a foreign land
Cocktails, coconuts, palms, soft sand
Swim safely in wavy, white-blue seas
Drink endless red wine and eat blue cheese
Share bubbly on our best trip yet
Dance the crowded, colourful, musical internet.
In carry cot or wheelchair, seventy or seven
Sick or in five star hotels, live every day in heaven.
-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury, travel writer and photographer, comic poet.
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Hoarder's Song by Angela Lansbury
Did you learn it from your mother?
Just saving for a rain-swept day
So never giving stuff away?
Yes, collecting is rewarding
Wasteful folks may claim you're hoarding
They're not to bleu. You're not to blame
If you store two things, both the same
If you've two then they make a pair
Don't tell me that I ought to share
Don't say you're 'helping' 'cos you care
I'll lock all my doors, so beware
I'm tidy and dust when I must
Store leftovers, eat the last crust
I store what's broken or shows rust
There's no cleaner I could trust
Recycle, all can be repaired
Retired and poor I'm not yet scared
I can save cuttings from long hair
I've two lifetime's clothes yet to wear
I never lend, never borrow
But I'll tidy up - tomorrow.
-ends-
Author's note:
Inspired by
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3606311/Former-university-lecturer-59-clutter-spilling-letterbox-30-years-hoarding-thousands-books-lecture-notes-exam-papers-finally-clear-out.html#reader-comments
Angela Lansbury, May 24 2016 copyright
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Today I'm Not One Hundred
100
Today I'm Not One Hundred
by Angela Lansbury
Today I'm not one hundred
I'm a hundred and one!
It's tomorrow in Australia
Wave to my iPad, oh what fun!
My arms are frail, my fingers thin
Don't ask me to shake hands
Don't ask about my future
What's the point of making plans?
I've been sent vouchers for bungee jumping
And balloon trips to Australia
And some kind folks in Switzerland
Have sent discounts on euthanasia
Who are my friends? My dear, all ghosts
Of the past, I hear their laughter
Don't send more money-making priests
With bills, wills - prayers for the hereafter
What have I done? Eaten birthday cake
You ask me where I've been?
Speak up! What? I'm lip-reading -
Did you ask me who I've seen?
You can see all my photographs
Fading faces on the wall
I keep signing books, giving autographs
Getting chocolates, eat them all
You ask me what is the secret
Of living long? So long? Too long?
Like the queen mother, who had health and wealth
Drink bubbly, smile and stagger on
What do I eat? Just mushy stuff
Good teeth soft, not yet rotten
Now what's your name? Tell me again
I've already forgotten
I'd love to hear about your life
Dear, I wish you all the best!
Tell me, is our five minutes up?
I need my commode, a bath, a rest.
You asked if I'm staying queen?
This sign language stuff is hard!
Yes, I'm treated like a queen!
Yes, future kings signed a joint card!
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Flying Home See 'Si' Sea
Friday, May 6, 2016
The Train Approaching
by Angela Lansbury
The train approaching platform two
Is not the train for me or you
The train approaching is not stopping
Thus evading pigeon dropping
The train's approaching very fast
We passengers think: 'Here - at last!'
It's racing past - but then it slows
To keep us hopefuls on our toes
Today I've made some mental notes
Schools close, open for adult votes
I have no need, I've done the deed
I choose my mayor with postal votes
I did not go to Northwick Park
But seedy Kenton - don't buy shares
Rebuilding, temporary bridge
I 'suppose it shows the mayor cares
The train approaching platform two
At last, the train for me and you
To a Wine Fair, we're on our way
A sunny London Transport day.
-ends-
Angela Lansbury B A Hons, author, poet, performer.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
This Poem Is An Atheist's Gift To Believers
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Response to a poem on leaving dusting to write or create
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Swimming Lesson by Angela Lansbury
Friday, March 25, 2016
Child Number Four by Angela Lansbury
I recall the good day we met
Because that day he said to me
Special words which I can't forget
He said, 'We've three grown-up children
Plus this surprise,' his next words lift:
'We thought our lives were quite complete
Until fate sent - an extra gift.'
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Copyright Angela Lansbury, March 23rd 2016.
Author's note: A conversation with a new friend in Singapore revealed the speaker had for children, two boys and a girl, all adults, plus another just out of earshot. The father used the word 'a surprise'. He then described how delighted he and his wife were with their (unplanned) fourth child.
It took a three or four second delay for me to register that the child who is a surprise (present tense) was a surprise (past tense, i.e., when born). The child was playing just out of earshot, and the word surprise might not have conveyed the same meaning to a child as it conveyed to an adult.
I reflected that one word can be neutral, negative or positive. I thought the perfect word for a 'surprise' would be gift, unexpected gift.
The word unexpected is four syllables and I could not cram it into an eight syllable line.The word gift, standing alone, is even more succinct and positive. In meetings of Toastmasters International we often speak about using succinct and positive words. Here is a good example of a word, gift, which conveys delight, to please the speaker, listener, and person described.
Angela Lansbury, poetry writer, author and speaker.
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
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The Truth by Angela Lansbury
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Saturday, January 30, 2016
Poem: The person at the bus stop Comic poem 3
Who want to listen or talk to you
You only have to call on me
I love to talk - and listen, too
Like most people, I'm one of the few
Whose words flow from me, fast and free
I'll gladly tell you what to do
So any time, just call on me
Sometimes you don't want to confess
To those who'll say, "Oh not again!"
"I said before ..." - "Don't give me stress!"
You don't want to depress your friend.
You need someone who's on your side
Explains the other's point of view
From whom you do not need to hide
Who nods, agrees, and says, "That's true!"
Strangers at a bus stop will nod
And smile, be glad, rush to agree
Reply to prayers, faster than God
And ask no more than company
If every stranger is my friend
Although we have short time to stay
Are sorry when our chat must end
But long recall who made our day
Now you know who will take your part
Who'll sit beside or will stand
For sometimes all you need's a heart
Handshakes more than a helping hand
So when your friends and family
Are gone away, then call on me
When you have need of company
I need you, just as you need me.
-ends-
Angela Lansbury, travel writer, English teacher, speaker.
Copyright Angela Lansbury Jan 31st 2016.
Readers : you are welcome to pass on a couplet or a whole verse of this poem providing you include me as the author and please refer back to this site for the reader to read the entire poem. Thank you. I hope you have enjoyed my poem.