Reflections On Reflections comic poem 172

 I look at myself in the mirror 

What do I think of that? 

I think I am thin and beautiful 

Why does the mirror say that I'm fat? 

Reflections in the pool, Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright. March 2023. 

I exercise while the day's still cool

I swim to get slimmer

I look at reflections in the pool

Kind tall trees wave, and weave and glimmer

I'm reflecting on the reflections

It's something new to do

Never mind, forget introspection

It's a lovely world for me and you

Why does the water reflect blue sky?

I read but I forget

Keep reading, one day I'll remember

Sadly. I haven't remembered yet

Someone stops to talk, reflects my mood

He's a cheerful neighbour

I reflect all interaction's good

Despite mad chats and weird behaviour

I reflect the time for swimming's past

I've stopped swimming, just float

I reflect I'm ready for my breakfast

Solid, secure, thoughtless, like a boat.

-ends-

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Positive Thinking - poem 171

Where can we begin? Tell the sinners, no sin 

Call a dripping tap - a waterfall

Tell the fat ones, no lie, they're looking thin

Speak well of all, tell the small ones they're tall

Tell all the frowners how you love their smile

Note in September, swear you remember

You'll find they smile in a little while

Send named Christmas cards, early December

How does a photographer make guys smile?

Think of favourite food, I think of cake

Keep awards on your walls, photos in files

That's how I smile 'though I've  made a mistake

If you can't find a good words for the bad dead

The mourners a mixture of angry and glum

Praise loving, forgiving parents instead

Say, see silver linings in each act done

When you've done your best, but failed every test

When thoughts headed north - but the words headed south

When you tried to speak well, but only spoke ill

Mistaken, badly taken, foot in mouth

When you say sorry, they're not forgiving

They say, 'Sorry's too late, wrong words are gone,'

Don't give up, mate, your life's still worth living

They're still cross? Their loss - it's time to move on

Everyone fell when they were a child

Some got the blame when they were good

Most were or knew teens who went wild

Some, sometimes failed, or feared we would.

Find somebody new, who hasn't a clue

Pretend you are older, wiser and know

As for each fall, you've seen them all

Just listen, nod, eye roll, laugh, smile, and glow

Never complain and never explain

The folk in old folks homes don't know your name

Your old boss gets Alzheimer's, he'll soon forget

The world's full of youngsters you've not yet met

When you are old, darling, if truth be told

Shrug, forget bad things said, by friends long dead

Old enemies greet you like long lost friends

The few left - so glad to meet you again!.

-ends-

copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 March 27th

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Has Anyone Seen My Simile? Comic Poem 170

 

Has Anyone Seen My Simile

Comic Poem number 170 by 

Angela Lansbury

Has anyone seen my sweet simile 10

Moved or stolen my magic metaphor

My brain is oozing with choc'late ideas

I'll phone you a feast, a buffet, much more

A poem is like a cake baked with words

Rhymes like layers of cream attract keen eyes

Strong syllables beat like background music

Big birthday cards, show photos of french fries

The thoughts fly like postcards sent from the past

The chorus chirps like the crickets at night

Verses sweep on like relentless rivers 

Like an orchestra's notes lead left and right 

Wash hands, erase old, dirty emotions

Drape yourself clean and pristine in new clothes

Ready to face the world dressed in best thoughts

Phone friends, sing on balconies, from smart shows

Like boys meets girls, like large perfumed flowers

Like ballerinas spin spiral scarf twirls

Like eating meat stews sniffed and stirred for hours

Renewed, dance fast, cross the stage of the world

As paper notes float down for a good cause

As children giggle and old folk chortle

As the chorus line curtsies for applause

Writer, reader, hearer, feel immortal.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury

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The Accident (Comic Poem 169) by Angela Lansbury

The Accident (Comic Poem 169) by Angela Lansbury 

Have you heard the true story of

The car, the tree, and faultless me

It's true, you know it's not a game

The tree's always the one to blame

And when I back into a wall

It never is my fault at all

How does my husband always know

It's my fault 'cos I drove too slow?

Whatever can go wrong, go wrong, 

Will do so, do so, do so. So?

Accidents repeat like a song, 

Please learn from Robins on crew so

Why can't 'health and safety' predict?

Brains do that.  It makes you feel sick, 

Why are they, you, and me, so thick?

Be solid bricks, not a thrown brick.

-ends-

 Angela Lansbury

Author's comment. In the last line I have used the word brick in two senses, firstly like a brick through a window, breaks things, the second a brick being the reliable person.

I changed Robinson Crusoe into an imagined typo or predictive text.

What does this mean? Watch out for motorcycles? Do not try this at home.

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Wild Otters Seen In Singapore Comic Poem 168 by Angela Lansbury

 

Wild Otters Seen in Singapore

Comic Poem 168

By Angela Lansbury

 

[10:30, 26/03/2023] Angela Lansbury BA Hons:

 

The otters came to eat pond fish

All three of them, a family

Large fish, carp, are a tasty dish

‘Chase them off!’ “Rather you than me!’

 

The guards ran up, they shouted loud,

The otters scarper, we're a crowd,

A dead fish thrown into a bin

Pristine, curved eye - and fanned out fin?

 

But stiff, still, with a gaping mouth?

‘Don't eat it, it will make you ill !’

‘What’s to be done? High barriers?

Tough love - big otter carriers!’

 

Although our link with nature’s lost

‘We must think of safety, of health

The condo must count costs, what’s lost

Consider all, not just oneself.’

 

‘No matter what we did, or saw

Call the Otter Society

Today hang back, obey the law

Let them act - with propriety

 

‘Block the canal, their route, but do

Let raging water filter through …’

Then we won't see, another night,

Such charm, delight, and fright, excite.

 

Copyright Angela Lansbury

 Photo from Wikipedia article on otters.

Local Report on otters which seem to be smooth coated otters.

https://eresources.nlb.gov.sg/infopedia/articles/SIP_2022-10-25_110749.html

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International Poetry Day - Comic Poem 167

Hail the global Poetry Day! 

Set your syllables in order

Sort old, lost rhymes, blow dust away  

Print a pretty, fern-filled border

Proudly pick out your best poem

Buy, and unwrap, a gold, fine frame

On the wall, enhance your sweet home

In a child's eyes, you have found fame.

The world's best poem is mother's

Like cooking, hers outshines others.

Except gran's historic pleasure

Awesome as a Roman treasure.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 March 21st.

Author's comment

The word International pushed the syllable count up to 10 from 8, so I changed the word to global.

I now see other on The Fertile Brains in WhatsApp calling World Poetry Day.  I thought that so long as the correct term was in the title, that was good enough.

A couplet or four line verse is enhanced by a nature scene background or border. 

Unwrap the frame because I often buy a frame which is too good for any item which needs framing. The new frame lies in its dust-defying wrapper.  But if it deserves framing, it deserves a good frame. The old, improved, poem has been elevated to wall status and deserves the special saved frame, which clears clutter. 

Just as every mother and grandmother thinks her toddler's daub is a masterpiece, each child thinks a poem written by an adult and printed is genius. Children's or child's?

I tried alternating the rhymes of the couplets lines in the last verse  from aa bb to abab, but the aa bb made better sense and had more impact. Any purist editor who hates couplets is welcome to move those lines around. So long as I get the credit.

Poetry Or Prose? Comic poem 166

 

In olden times we used to rhyme

And many careful hours were spent

To check the rhythm every time

Before our precious words were sent

So from the first glance you could tell

If your poet was quite unwell

If his rant, or hers, not its, meant

Help, call doctors, social workers

Undertaker, write sympathy

Because a real plea is in prose

But now, we're so confused, who knows

Like texting's terse, poems just verse

An unknown writer, overseas

Shocked all of us with heartfelt pleas

😟

'Modern life is

 killing me

Please save me 

from my enemies!'

Just texts without punctuation

Leaving anxious readers wondering

Should I phone friends - grammar police

Or welfare checks from real police?

After kind readers sent sympathy

'Explain, dear friend,' 'Come round for tea!'

A sharper cynic sent wise words:

'It's not a plea - just poetry.'

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 March 20th

Photo of suicide prevention barriers on Golden Gate Bridge.

My Diet to Save My Life by Angela Lansbury, comic poem 165

 For Carolyn’s Diet anthology

My Diet to Save My life

by Angela Lansbury

You are what you eat.

You are what you don’t eat.

Angela Lansbury

Poem

The Desperado Diet

By Angela Lansbury

When you find your buttons popping

You need large clothes with batwing sleeves

Clearly, it’s time to go shopping

For loads of shredded lettuce leaves

I used to dream of chocolate

Bread puddings and roast potatoes

With focus I can concentrate

On cucumber and tomatoes

We could have a lot of laughter

Full of fruit and drunk on water 

Look like my mother or daughter

Pictures show before and after.

-ends-

Photo of salad ordered at Gotti restaurant, Singapore. Photo y Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Biography of Angela Lansbury

Angela is a contributor to books compiled and edited by Carolyn Street

Authenticity and Us - Angela Lansbury’s chapter on Authentic Writing For Your Audience

Fear and Us - Angela Lansbury’s chapter on How To Unblock Writer’s Block

Grief and Us - Angela Lansbury’s chapter on Coping with Bereavement and Depression.

Angela has a blog called Dressofthedaywithaangela.blogspot.com which shows more than 500 outfits.

She has also written a book called How to Get Out of The Mess You’re In