Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lies. Show all posts

Saturday, May 16, 2026

The Good Listener. Comical poem number 786 by Angela Lansbury.

 


Do you feel that you ought to speak

You've said just proverbs all the week

And when you get a chance to say

What you think, you say cliches


It doesn't matter what you do

If great invention's not for you

Everyone needs one who listens

Small neighbours, big politicians


For many speak and just tell lies

No-one says so until he dies

So kudos goes to you and me

Who didn't say, yes I agree


Some are tall and some are small

Some are wall flowers, some are the wall

Some rise, and speak, and shout, then fall

And the wise ones say nothing at all.

-ends-

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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Do you look your age? Comical poem number 772 by Angela Lansbury

 

Angela Lansbury.

Do you sincerely look your age

When you're out having too much fun?

When you're so drunk you tell your age 

Kind strangers lie  - 'You look so young!


'Your birth certificate told lies!'

You know you're old when your dog dies

When grandpa dies and no-one cries

Great grandchild shrugs, the widow sighs


Babies are born wrong years and days

Babes should smile, sleep all the time

They don't behave in baby ways

Ungrateful, cry all night, wake, whine


Some of them look like old bald men

When you undress them, fountains go

Some babies small like opium dens

How would I know.! Just guessed - don't know


Then when teens grow and want a drink

They lie about their real birth age

They do not look the age you think

Drive, accidents, get in road rage


Then when they reach the age of thirty

People say they still look twenty

When they reach the age of forty

People say they look like thirty


When they reach the age of fifty

Nifty people say, you look forty

When they reach the age of sixty

People say you look like fifty


When you reach your seventies

People say you look like sixty

If a few do not believe it

They never say it's like it is


Then when you reach seventy nine

You're still having a great time

But when you reach the age of eighty

Your new stage is 'past my bed time'


Sadly the mirrors do not lie

And you do not fit in your clothes

Too fat to walk, belly balloon

Or skeleton thin, gone 'too soon' friends die


Your hair falls out, your legs give out

You need to wear reading glasses

You grow deaf, people say, 'Don't shout'

Younger folk stop making passes


And ageless singers who took drugs

Have faces like maps, full of wrinkles

Now look like bugs living in fugs

Can't keep it up, keep needing tinkles


Fond grandchildren will run away

When they need you on reaching teens

It's time they heard what you should say

But you daren't tell them what you mean.

-ends-



Monday, August 11, 2025

Performance Poets comical poem 642 by Angela Lansbury

 

Angela Lansbury with her 2025 book Embarrassing Moments. Left, Emma Purshouse, with her book It's Honorary, Bab, which I bought and she signed, and Steve Pottinger with his book Snapshots from the fall of home, which I bought and he signed. 


These people jump around the stage
And make their words leap off the page
They wave their arms, exuding charm
Extend alarm and life's choices in funny voices

With black and white looks
And red and black books
Beard, brunette, blonde, words stick like honey
Always say yes, do anything for money

Putting a new slant on old news
Guess which rhymes follow from old clues
Rainbows of fun flow like clouds across the blues
A heady mixture of truths, lies and surprise.
-ends-
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Friday, October 6, 2023

A Writer's Big Decision comic poem number 338 by Angela Lansbury


 

A writer's one big decision

Is producing fact or fiction

Careful not to upset factions

Of well organized religion


when can you reveal a secret

When they'd said promise you'll keep it

Years later, when they're dead and gone

Surely you can speak up, move on?


Until you unexpected find

That distant folk are not so blind

For unaccountably they mind

Protecting what\s been left behind


They think of their reputation

Of their family and nation

Is it damaged beyond repair

We share our ancestors as heirs


So in the writer's anxious eyes

Is built the heaviest disguise

For no matter how hard one tries

The world fights over all your lies


And when you smiling read aloud

To entertain a happy crowd

Prepare, when cornered, what to do

When one demands, was that girl you?


Be honest, is that story true?

You can think and blink, um and ah

But saying no won't get you far

When you sell signed books in the bar


So here's the safest thing to do

You must pretend it isn't you

Set your wild plot up in the stars

Put your whole family on Mars


You can't defame the old, deceased

And at the very, very least

You can escape, and find release.

Pretend the villains wanted peace


Of course you pity those who hide

Of course you pity those who died

It's tempting to kill enemies

Wishful thinking is sure to please


However much the readers scoff

You can't kill hated villains off

That's not the clever thing to do

You need to save them for book two.

-ends-

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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Tell Me Your Troubles Version 1


Do tell me all of your troubles
Deaths and divorces, don't ask mine
'cos I'll tell then regret it
I say too much, all the time

I'll tell the stranger on the train
Someone I'll never see again
So if they think I'm mad or bad
They won't say so and make me sad

I'll offload sadness and sorrow
To strangers who are gone tomorrow
Who won't still be there to remind me
So I can put it all behind me

But tell me all your troubles
So I can sympathise
I won't pretend I'm a success
No need to tell you polite lies

I won't tell you all my troubles
Revive what I'd rather forget
I don't dare tell uou the whole truth
Sometimes it's better not

Books talk about self-doubt
And the imposture syndrome
Ive come here for a holiday
To escape my problems at home

But I watch the woman confessing all
On stage, in poems, I sympathise
I want to tell you my truth and my lies
And share all with your smiling eyes.
-ends-
Written at Swanwick Writers' Summer School
Angela Lansbury copyright Aug Sunday 25 2019

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Tell Me All Your Troubles version 2


Do tell me all of your troubles
Deaths and divorces, don't ask mine
'cos I'll tell then regret it
I say too much, all the time

I'll tell the stranger on the train
Someone I'll never see again
So if they think I'm mad or bad
They won't say so and make me sad

I'll offload sadness and sorrow
To strangers who are gone tomorrow
Who won't still be there to remind me
So I can put it all behind me

But tell me all your troubles
So I can sympathise
I won't pretend I'm a success
No need to tell you polite lies

I won't tell you all my troubles
Revive what I'd rather forget
I don't dare tell you the whole truth
Sometimes it's better not

Books talk about self-doubt
And the imposture syndrome
Ive come here for a holiday
To escape my problems at home

But I watch the woman confessing all
On stage, in poems, I sympathise
I want to tell you my truth and my lies
Unburden, share all with smiling eyes.
-ends-
Written at Swanwick Writers' Summer School
Angela Lansbury copyright Aug Sunday 25 2019