Stealing An hour poem 694 by Angela Lansbury

My bedcover, red with white birds flying. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 I know I ought to go to bed

When night time cleaners clear my head

Yet every night I stay up late

I've thoughts to write which cannot wait

I'm trying to give life meaning

I love the quiet of the night

Protect laughter, stop life's screaming

Postpone facing traffic noise, light

And yet I know that I'm stealing

Hours which belong to tomorrow

Like taking two biscuits, chocolates

Means less later, to my sorrow

Some say you steal from life's end

If in your youth sleep hours you spend

Who knows what fate will throw my way

I'll grab another hour today.

-ends.

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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-

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What I saw today - flowers

What I Saw Today - Flowers

Song by Angela

08052017

Today I saw an angry man

But then I saw a pretty girl

I saw a broken bracelet

But then I saw a glowing pearl

I picked a perfect rose

And I threw away dead flowers

Wasted ten minutes writing this

But still have fifteen hours

Forget about the lonely days

And think of your best kiss

I should think of holidays I’ve had

Forget the ones I’ve missed

Take action to achieve my dreams

Breathe deep, enjoy the rest

Add up the ticks in every day

And then you’ll pass life’s test.

-ends-

version 2

Today I heard an angry man

My mirror showed a pretty girl

I fell and broke my best bracelet

But knelt and grabbed one glowing pearl

I picked a perfect perfumed rose

I threw out old, faded flowers

Wasted ten minutes writing this

But still can fill fifteen more hours

Forget about the lonely days

An optimist thinks love and kiss

I'll think of holidays I’ve had

Forget the ones which I have missed

Take action to achieve my dreams

Breathe deeply and enjoy the rest

Add up the ticks in every day

And then you’ll win and pass life’s test.

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