Showing posts with label posies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label posies. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Chair and Table Travels 594

We've chills, and sickness

So we can't go out

Yet sit at our desks

Fingers dance about


Relax in your chair

And travel today

Plan, wonder, enjoy 

See sights far away


Silver screen's home page

Like magic potions

Shows rivers and seas

Gigantic oceans

Flower in Front Garden. Hillview Road. Hatch End. London. England. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


Posies in vases

Flowers in florists

Gardens and orchards

Trees in fine forests

Mended vase in Singapore. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.


Airports and trolleys

Sleeping, reclined seats

Cliff overlooks, valleys

Strange people you meet


Squirrels and eagles

Donkeys, old men, carts

Cities with big shops

Hats, dresses with hearts


Best cut mosquitos

Escapes, near drowning

Fires and bad liars

Anyone frwning


If I make mistakes

See too much sorrow

Never mind, we'll be

Better tomorrow.

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Monday, June 23, 2025

Ready For The Fun Fiesta comical poem 592 by Angela Lansbury

 After the restful siesta

We're fired up for the fiesta

We've been rehearsing half the year

Our cutest kids and pets wait here\


The joyful crowds are gathering

The drum parade's just beginning

All the happy bells are ringing

All harmonious choirs singing


Bells.  Photo by Angela Lansbury.  Copyright. 

Follow the leader's loud commands

TV tracks and zooms on marching bands

See national dress from many lands

Smiling faces and waving hands


Hear tinkling bells sewn on my clothes

See my silver hoop ear-rings, and painted nose

Some haven't got a thing to wear

Except strings of flowers, in long fake hair


But they've big bouquets and tiny posies

Hide behind sunflowers and roses

Huge green fans of peacock feathers

Twirl parasols for sun and all weathers


The finest lace and feathers we wear

And ribbons in golden and black hair

Hear bells on coats and bells on hats

And collars of the cows and cats


Bells on the skirts, bells on the shirts

One little bell fell in the dirt

A bugle played SOS alert

I picked it up, no-one was hurt


Watchers linked arms in a Mexican waves

Old time pirates, Red Indian braves

We've dolls, bears, goats and boats with horms

Friendly fairies, witches, unicorns


We pranced and danced around the square

I've lots of videos to share

And some I won't because I care

You kmow why only if you were there!

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At the end of the lovely day

As reality fades away

Morris dancers with white hats tell 

Of dancing dogs and cats with bells.

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I woke from an afternoon nap, daydreaming about dancing cats with bells, and Morris dancers. As I wrote the poem it turned into a reminiscence about carnivals in London, Rio and Venice, and the USA, New Year's Day parades and and parades all over the world.