God's Given Me Another Day, comical poem number 521 by Angela Lansbury.

 God's given me another day

To go to work, stay home and play

To walk, a dog, run, jog or hike

Sit on a bus or mountain bike

Eastern Explorer Hop-on Hop-off bus, sandy beach, blue sea, bay and boats, Waiheke Island, North Island, New Zealand. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

After good rest throughout the night

I see dawn's light with great delight

Small smears to clean, small wrongs to right

Add colours to life's black and white

I'll pick a pen or hold a mic

The world's my stagel. Does life, rehearse?

Thank Gods, parents, the universe

I'll crystallise it all in verse

With love. Selfie photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I hear small bees, see big oak trees

Gardens, ponds, parks, date palms all please

So much to paint, snap, write and see

Big world of joy - for little me.

-ends-

I changed the negative line 'Cradle to grave, from crib to hearse'

to the line of the idea I had missed out, 'God ,,, (or just),the universe'.

I changed the universally relevant line

'sit on a bus or wheel a bike', because it was mundane,

to the more visual and fun 'open top bus or mountain bike'?

'Open top bus or mountain bike'

As usual I have stuck to eight syllables per line.

I took from 6 am to 6.23 to type up what I had thought about for half an hour. I had to get up early to capture it. at 7.40 am I have had breakfast, edited, moved a verse and added photos.

Please save, and share links to your favourite poems.

When You Were Sleeping comic poem number 428 by Angela Lansbury

Bedroom with view of Halong Bay, Vietnam. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 

Where do you go to

When you're fast asleep

Up in the clear sky

Down in the dark deep?

Are you sweet and loyal

And in my loving arms

Or falling for others

Seduced by a ghost's charms?

Are you tidying up

In frantic, worried rush

Putting superstition

In its place in the trash

Or muddling our chatting

What we did in the day

Instead of tidying

Our memories away?

'You've slept for too long, dear

Now you won't sleep tonight!'

I hope in my long sleep

My mind put the world right.'

My minds taken a hike

Through my minutes and hours

I just need to sort out

Life's weeds from the flowers

My mind is upgrading

It's in for a repair

Needs a good overhaul

Like you washing your hair

It's doing its sorting

No call out and no cost

It's doing a clear out

Looking for what you've lost

But while you were sleeping

The whole world has moved on

Will I wake to summer

And find war has moved on?

I hope all this sleeping

Will help curing my health

I'll write down what I learned

As a note to myself.

-ends-