The Lost Poem comical poem 623 by Angela Lansbury

 

Angela with magnifying glass. Photo by Angela Lansbury. 

I had a poem, with great rhymes

Two verses I should have written

But it was not at the right time

'Put that away - it's breakfast time!

Did I write one word, if so where?

I sigh. I search. 'Don't scratch your hair!'

It isn't here. It isn't there.

It's floating somewhere in the air.

Maybe like the sun and the rain

The same thoughts will return again

Next time I'll fight for writers' right

To sacrifice now for later sight

Ease my frustration and my pain

Though others shout, 'Come back to bed!'

I'll capture magic in my head

Face any loss, for fleeting fame.

-ends-

I try to reverse today's thoughts

And hope some glimpse of it is caught

I'm sad to say it's blown away

That pearl, that gem, from yesterday

Sometimes a thought will strike at night

I hope it will last till daylight

Resist the urge to stop and write

Lose sleep to swap for word's delight

A Short Poem comic poem number 237 by Angela Lansbury

 A limerick has just five lines

But gives you lots and lots of rhymes

Japanese, haikus, like cups of tea

Reduce lines' size to only three.

A shorter poem's succinct and tough

One last couplet is quite enough.

-ends-

Angela Lansbury writing with outsize pencil. Selfie photo by Angela Lansbury. 

(How can I be sure it is a selfie if I did not save it with a caption saying so? Because it has the green background of my study and my red chair. The photographer would have to be sitting on my laptop on the desk in front of me. I have obviously taken it with my mobile propped up on the desk top.

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Reflections comic poem 223 by Angela Lansbury

 

Cashew Heights Condo Swimming Pool. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Every morning starts with bright and fresh dawn 

The clock tick tocks regularly until night

Each day dozens engrossed walk and talk

One sits alone, weeps, from the fright of a fight

While dozens go out to drink and eat

Under the palm trees, parasols, pines

One stays home, enjoying deep sleep

New readers, new times, I can re-use old rhymes

Look at an old couple's son or daughter

Their faces reflect like the blue pool's water

Daytime and life take us down the same road

But we all end at a private abode

Grandchildren are passing exams in their head

Grand-dad's beyond caring, because he is dead

The young folk take taxis away from dangers

Country folk dance, with friends, not strangers.

The young have jokes, and songs and laughter

With not a thought for what comes after

Each new day there's strong sun and light, fine rain

And this cycle repeats, again and again.

 -ends.

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