A Poet's Rapturous rap. Comical poem 821 by Angela Lansbury

 

Two books on songwriting. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

I heard a singer improvise rap

And thought, we poets could do that

Fine minds did that in ancient times

Shout for the deaf, paint for the blind

A paid scribe wrote lovers' letters

Wrote praise of the loved, and sender

Instantly made each thought bettet

Helped urgent borrower, or lender

Even the stupid improvise

When caught out, quickly make up lies

In places where the old folk meet

Alzheimer's use rhymes, and repeat

I do not  need to sing in tune

 I'll get away with moon and June

I do not need to make a band

All that I ask is clap your hands.

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Two Girls' Reflections comic poem 339 by Angela Lansbury

Two girls were walking arm in arm

Each right leg matched the other

Both the same race, both the same pace 

Like twins, triplets, sisters,

 brothers

Like two matched cogs, like two matched wheels

I'm sure that they sing together

Matched tee-shirts and matched umbrellas

Matched for rain or summer weather

Like two hear music. and both dance

Two see the same sight, and both glance

Two walk along a country path

Sit at a table, share a bath

Like a horse matched with a rider

Like two bike wheels or four car wheels

Each girl has a friend beside her

Who knows exactly what she feels

I am apart, I am outside

And yet I feel part of their scene

They are performing as I watch

Like a bride, singer, or a queen

Now they have gone like fallen leaves

Like memories of two roses

Part of the jigsaw of my life

Which my tiny brain encloses.

A happy moment which will last

 I see arms locked, recall their laughs

Like a dog's four legs like two halves

As two girls arm-in-arm paced past. 

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Ten Old Writers by Angela Lansbury

10
Ten old writers typing in the hall
If one old writer should accidentally fall
There'd be nine old writers
Typing in the hall

9
Nine old writers typing in the hall
But if one wore a wig
To a fancy dress ball
There's be eight old writers
Typing in the hall

8
Eight old writers typing in the hall
But if one old writer answered nature's call
There'd be seven

7
Seven comic writers joking in the hall
But if one drunk writer dressed for Dracula's Ball
There'd be six horror writers

6
Six shy singers, singing in the hall
One said 'singers'? I signed up for swingers
There'd be Five

5
Five YA* writers typing in the hall
But if one YA writers got an agent's call
There'd be Four

4
Four old writers typing in the hall
But if one lost his pen and went to the shopping mall
There'd be three

3
Three old writers
There'd be Two

2
Two tired writers
One took a nap

1
One stepped forward and stood proud and tall


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No
But if they all died, we'd find another ten
Ten new writers - would have to start again.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury
*YA - Young Adult (fiction)