Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2024

Why Was He Running? Comic poem number 427 by Angela Lansbury



 He was running, running, running

I stared - he was not one of us

Why was he running, urgently?

I see, he's running for a bus ,,,


I stopped, watched, 'cos if he'd missed it

I would have sighed and felt quite sad

But that's wonderful, he caught it

He's just a stranger, but I'm glad


Sometimes when its a rainy day

I'm sad, no reason, in a tiz

But today I'm feeling happy

Sometimes that's just the way it is


I enjoy the warmth of sunshine

I wear a pretty summer dress

A stranger's joy is now made mine

I share a stranger's small success


Sweetheart, the moral 's quite simple

If you are caring, wait awhile

Sorrows and worries fade away

When you share someone else''s smile.

-ends-.

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Thursday, April 13, 2023

Student Teaches Student Teacher - black comic poem 185 by Angela Lansbury

😊

Years ago I was a student teacher

In a London East End girl's grammar school

My job was teaching them basic grammar

Spelling, writing and fun poetry rules


Each day's challenge caused me stress

Each day's lesson plan a mess

What subject could I get them to write on

Something they knew, which wouldn't take long?

 

All my schoolday's thoughts were wrong

Teachers worry all the night

Pupils have an easy time

The subject set, all you do is write


Into the lesson, what to do?

Truly I didn't have a clue

But this is one thing that I knew

Everyone thinks I'd rather be you


I saw blank and worried faces

How I wished we could change places

Teaching, responsibility

I bet that they all envied me

 

Family - they might not have a sister

Family - they might not have a brother

So I set an easy task which all could do

Write us a short poem on, 'My mother'


Most of them found this subject easy

Sample rhymes, they smiled, it was exciting

Twenty-nine out of thirty happy girls

Busily started muttering, writing


But one girl in the back, statue-stiff sat

Her face blank, motionless, just a slight frown

She ignored her sheet of lined white paper

No title, no word had been written down?

!


I raced back to ask my supervisor

'She won't write at all, what ought I to do?'

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The English head said, 'Leave her alone, dear,

In the break, I'll explain it all to you.'


But in the break, the teacher was busy

Looking back, I wish I'd left her alone

I insisted, 'Please - you must tell me why!'

Frankly, friends, I'd much rather not have known


'Last night that teenage girl went to her home

In the hall the mother was lying dead

We're sure the no good lover had stabbed her

The girl put her little brother to bed


'In the morning she dressed him for his school

She walked him to his school, which was quite near

She came and asked to see the headmistress

But couldn't find the words to speak when here


She gave us the doorkey, we went to see

No answer, knock, enter, what happened was clear

She and her brother will stay at their schools

We hope that she'll finish her final year


'We have a social worker on the case

She'll spend the day finding them a new home

But, as for writing about mother

Until she's ready, best - leave her alone ...'


The bell rang, I was off to my next class

Why do I still think about time long past

You have to wait until you reach the stage 

When images make words flow to the page


Maybe, reader (listener,) I shouldn't upset you

With this memory dredged from my far past

Yet, it still troubles me, I must over write

Hide thoughts which otherwise linger and last

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Why should we upset readers or list'ners

About a sad story of a stranger

There's no point in us being serious

Unless we are warning of real danger


Comic poetry's flippant and silly 

The lesson is happy, the lesson is clear

Humour pushes sad thoughts away

I want you to be happy, my dear


My name's easy, Angela Lansbury

I do hope that you'll kindly remember me

I like attention, but being happy

So, mostly I write comic poetry


It's not serious, and it's not all sad

It should make you laugh, end up feeling glad

So that after a drumming while

We all see lots of dancing, swaying smiles


I want you, my new friends, to be happy

And smile whenever you think about me

That's why I strive all day, and half the night

To read and write, light, comic poetry.

-ends-

Copyright 2023 April Friday 14th

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Helpful Hint

What if you don't have a spellchecker and grammar checker in a blog, but you do have one in another medium, such as Powerpoint or Word? You compose your text in the place with the spell checker and grammar checker. Correct your draft. Then copy the corrected text into its final location.

If you want to read your poetry on Zoom or perform it live, put the poems onto slides which can be projected. That helps people who cannot speak English as a first language. The backup of written text is also useful if there are problems with projection such as the microphone or Zoom.

What's more it is professional. And entertaining, if you can illustrate with comical illustrations, or pretty borders. Or even animation.

My favourite type - mocrophone









Sunday, April 2, 2023

What Is Love by Angela Lansbury Comic poem 174

 


Love is saying, I love you dear

I'm always right, you're always wrong

You spend too much, the money's gone


I may be mad, it may look sad

Daft, not all bad, 'cos aren't you glad

That I'm still here, I love you dear.

-ends-

Copyright Angela Lansbury 2023 April 2nd Sunday

Friday, November 26, 2021

New Pictures from Piccadilly in Old London, England

Piccadilly provides many pleasures
Green scenes and architectural treasures
Tour old times, on top of a modern bus
Take brollies. If it rains, don't make a fuss

You can see the sights by the light of day
Or see sunsets and night life in the dark
I like to walk even on drizzly days
To read and photograph historic plaques


You can pedal around, take your own time
By hiring and handy red and green bike
The latest brand's name is the short word Lime
You can take any bike - just don't take mine!



When you're tired of wet shoes and hat and socks, 
When you're feeling tired, your body clock stops
Then it's time for you to take hot time out
With cold ice cream at the good old Hard Rock


If you walk or bike, feel sad and alone
Don't moan and bleed, about postcard price greed
Don't tell strangers about rain and life's knocks
Phone from the classy, glassy red phone box


Everyone at home thinks you're having fun
That all tourists enjoy eternal sun
That you're not tired when the day's fun is done
That you're the rich trav'ler, the lucky one

So call them all, call Billy, call Willy
Tell them all proudly that willy-nilly
At serious sights, or simply silly
You'll call them from famous Piccadilly

Before you smile and wave for your selfie
Or your blog, hello and goodbye today
Remember, on holiday, interrupt
Jealous friends worldwide, on their working day.

-ends-
Revised to ten syllable line count, by Angela Lansbury April 26th 2022.
Brolly is the British English short form for umbrella.

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