Showing posts with label promise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label promise. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2026

Writers' Holiday. Comical Poem 820 by Angela Lansbury.

I drive up to the old house

Who is watching as I pass?

The old cows pause to glance at me

Still chewing on the tasty grass 


I stop to take a photo

Don't miss an opportunity

Though no poem nor prose yet planned

One day that could inspire me


In my mind many scenes are played

I'll write a feature, or a book

A best-seller, made into films

Magazine letter, modestly paid


I find a handy parking place

It's early, so I grab the space

I run inside the open door

And search for a familiar face


It's so good to be me

When you say you're glad to see me

I'm sure it's good to be you

When I say, 'I'm glad to see you, too!'


In the bedroom I unpack

My brand new dress bought to impress

Discover vital things I lack

I must make do 'til I go back


I must admit a year has passed

An older face looks from the glass

We've had days and friends, good and bad

Erase the mad, embrace the glad 


Circle the lounges in the break

And then sit down with chocolate cake

Delighted with new friends I'll make

Whilst handy tips I give and take


There's one gone I used to know

Gone to the place where old friends go

Ask mutual friends, 'D'you remember ...,' while

I see the ghost of her great smile


While strangers chat, some of them frown

Another calls, 'Come here, sit down!'

So this happy day is giving

New memories of those still living


I had to sit by a silent nerd

But he explained, glad to be heard

I exclaimed, 'Your head's full of value!'

And he was complimentary, too


In the hall I find an empty chair

The old piano stool is empty 

But somebody new sits down

Their pounding music fills the air


Sometimes I read, sometimes I write

The happy days turn into nights

I listen, late night scribble notes

I don't want to turn off the light


Until the day we pack to go

Say goodbye, wave, to those we know

To new friends, now firm friends, so dear

I promise, 'I'll be here next year!'

-ends-

Writers' Summer School at the Hayes, Swanwick, Derbyshire, England. 

People, now gone, who I remember: 

1The piano player; I bought his signed book. 

2 I miss Kim, who made a space for me on the sofa by moving up when others said no room. She looked me in the eye, and whispered conspiratorially, 'Some people are givers, some people are takers'. 

3 Tony Greenfield, the luminary statistician. His son is still active. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Greenfield

4 The helpful, knowledgeable, newbie nerd later became a valued committee member and is still always active. 

I changed some folks made you mad. Now others make you glad, too many syllables

Thursday, July 20, 2023

Comic Writer and Editor - comic poem number 199

 

There twice was a poor, rich comic writer

Who wrote to a poem book editor

She wrote, 'I write poems, as you can see

If you need some poems, why not call me!


'I can write an amusing limerick

I promise no four-letter words in it

And cautionary tales about naughty fools

Just the thing for teachers at failing schools


'I can write you a classical sonnet

With a caricature of a dinosaur on it ...'

I've been planning this poem for twenty years

I hope it'll move you to laughter - or tears


As soon as you can, relieve my distress

Please send an advance. I trust you'll say yes

If commissions for me aren't piled high on your plate

Just note down my details - if I must, I can wait.


"Thank you for reading so far, can't complain

Angela Lansbury's my memorable name,

I can write a poem about your name too

Whatever you need, prose or poem, I'll do."


"A poem, or novel, or begging letter

Is hard to start, you think you'll do better

You write and rewrite, and stay up half the night

 It still doesn't look right, when re-read in daylight.


 "The difficult part is not how to end it

The hardest part is the courage to send it.

Some poems are written to cause a commotion

But others are glimpses of hidden emotion.


Some poems aggressively rumble and shout

Some poems let author's wild anger break out

Others whisper a secret, share common distress

"Do you feel this, too?" The sweet reader nods, yes.

-ends

Copyright Angela Lansbury. Friday 21st July 2023 at 3.29 a.m. 

I changed fire anger to wild anger. Fire is stronger and more original. But wild is easier to read and perform.


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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Comic Poems And Songs Are Serious Work (Comic poem 124) by Angela Lansbury


 

I'm trying to do some serious work (10 syllables)

I'm writing a comic poem (8 syllables)

I need to put my talents to good use (10 syllables) 

And not be universe owing (8 syllables)


I promised I'd write a poem each day (10 syllables)

I admit it looks like lying (8 syllables)

Not want of pay made me give up (10)

But no readers. I stopped trying (6)


Compare a poem to a bank account (10)

One might be earning you nothing (8)

But one's potential is a huge amount (10)

Which one is it? I'm still guessing (8)


I could be filing tax, or cook dinner (10)

Cooking's tiring, tax makes me faint (8)

By not writing, I'm a fraud, a sinner (10)

Wasting time, watching drying paint (8)


What's a real job? A doctor or a nurse (10)

 Replies depend on who you ask (8)

What's hard work? Telling jokes? Driving a hearse? 910)

We learn skills, practise, do a task (8)


Today I planned shopping - I made a list (10)

My excuse was it was raining (8)

My train and song spotting skills were not missed (10)

I'm retired, no-one's complaining (8)


I'm asked by life coaches and speech makers (10)

Why are you wasting precious time? (8)

Who are givers, takers, or waste makers? (10)

Artists, where do you draw the line? (8)


Would God say, I gave you another day (10)

What did you do? Threw it away? (8)

Write of your homeland, if you're a native (10)

Write of travels, be creative (8)


Youngsters fail, pretend to be amateurs (10)

Time and doubts pass, then words don't hurt (8)

Authors are word traders, entrepreneurs (10)

Now I'm old, so I'm an expert (8)


I wrote, sang my song, for baby, Ava, (10)

She's wide eyed, pays with a big smile (8)

"Mama, dada! Grandma! Hello - bye-bye!" (10)

I starred, centre stage, life's worthwhile! (8)

-ends-

Written Wednesday evening 30th March 2022.

Revised Thursday morning 31st March 2022.

Copyright Anela Lansbury




Thursday, November 4, 2021

Talk To Whom? Listen To Me!

 

Angela Lansbury annalondon8@gmail.com

00:53 (10 hours ago)
to me


A thousand people read my blog
And treat it like the word of God
The source of health, the source of wealth
'til they convert to something else

I make them vow that they'll come back 
Before I send them on their way
Yes, I've true words which must be heard
I'm never short of things to say

You can write your hopes on the train 
And pray to all gods on the plane
Your hope that you will land again
Pray to clouds for more or less rain

If your room, money, wife or life
Is muddled, mangled, in a mess
Why should the universe send help
It shrugs and won't care more, or less

You can talk to the sun, send mail
Write to Santa, sing to the sky 
Run down the street, stop passers-by 
And ask them why the end is nigh

Do no exaggerate your fate
Nor underestimate life's wait
Powerful praise can raise dim days
So do not curse the universe

In the tropics, see no seasons
Proves nothing's done, for good reasons
Then when I'm dead just talk to me
I promise I won't disagree

Every parent's a great teacher
Passing lies like a good preacher
All wise books, websites and pages
Knock down sages of past ages

Don't ask why? Why not? Do not ask
But every day, do each small task
Small troubles? Darling, you'll be fine
Big ones? Not me - call 999 

I shout to God, 'Don't let me die!'
I don't expect a quick reply
Just because I'm in a tizzy
Doesn't mean karma's not busy

Then when I'm dotty, deaf and blind
What can I hope to leave behind?
Framed photos all around the home
A message on a mobile phone

If I want immortality
My best hope's pretty poetry
To leave last words, witty, pearly
One must write one's last words early

Please, when I'm dead send me huge hugs
Warm wishes wrapped in Chinese rugs
Smile at the poster in my hearse:
Goodbye dear Queen of nonsense verse.

By now you have guessed my intent
To make sure you leave here content
Now's the time to state my mission
End works with a happy vision

If there were heaven, I'd be sat
With orchids on a golden throne
Eating bagels and smoked salmon
Smiling like a Cheshire cat.
-ends-

About the author

Angela Lansbury B A Hons ACG ALB PM5 EH5 DL5 VC5 
The Author of several books, including  Etiquette For Every Occasion. Wedding Speeches & Toasts. How to be the Best Man. Quick Quotations. Who Said What When.

Blogs travelwithangelalansbury.blogspot.com

dressofthedayangela.blogspot.com

translateforfun.blogspot.com

Braddell Heights Advanced Toastmasters Speakers Club Vice President Public Relations (VPPR), Previous President

Join BHA 1st Wednesday 7pm and 3rd Saturday 2 pm Singapore time 

Vice President Public Relations (VP PR) of Tampines Changkat Advanced;

Secretary of weekly online Singapore International Dynamic Toastmasters Speakers’ Club;

Member and past president of Harrovians toastmasters club, UK; Past member of HOD Toastmasters, London. Past member in Singapore of: Toastmasters Club of Singapore (TCS); Tiarel; and Senja Cashew.

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Regular attendee at annual Swanwick Writers’ School, England.

Regular attendee at annual Writers’ Holiday, Wales.

Contributor to poetry readings, and after tea courses on: Speaking On Radio To Promote Books; and Plots And Character.

Winner of many club and area speaking contests in the UK and Singapore.

Language advisor to Empire Toastmasters club in Indonesia.

Language and speech workshops in Singapore.

Speaker on radio and TV in England, Scotland, the USA, and Australia.

Compiler of a school course on public speaking for teachers to prepare pupils for school open days with attending ceremonies before government ministers, Singapore.

Former member of Harrow Writers’ Circle, London, and two writing groups in Singapore.

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Monday, July 10, 2017

10 Egg Tricks - and an egg poem which I was egged on to write





I'll have to beg

I'll have to beg
You to go shopping for a pint of milk
Another box, I need another egg
I shall reward you with a great surprise
Not just an egg, a shape to please your eyes

It's just five minutes walk, my dear
It's exercise, not losing a whole day
Besides, I have a secret plan
Something I'll do while you're away

Please don't suspect I'll phone another
Friend, or mother, or waste time watching porn
Trust me, I have a tea-time plan
I promise something new will soon be born

I long for your return each time we part
I shall create messages of love upon the plate
For cookery is just another love, another art
To give, and to receive, an egg - shaped like a heart!
-ends-
Angela Lansbury. Copyright. 2017. Wed 2nd August.