Showing posts with label stranger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stranger. 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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Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Long Ago, by Angela Lansbury comic country song 208

 I heard of a gang

I read of them, too

They were nothing like me

They were nothing like you


They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you

They were nothing like you


They were not like my father

They were not like my mother

They were not like my sister

They were not like my brother


They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother

They were not like my brother


I went out and saw them

And I was dismayed

The tall one walked to me

And I was afraid


And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid

And I was afraid


He told me, 'Stop walking!

I fancy a chat.

The leader said, 'Sister -

What are you staring at!'


I said, ' 'cos you're different!

I whipered, 'Dear stranger,

Tell me, am I safe here

Or am I in danger!'


You look like my father\

You look like my mother

You look like my sister

You look like my brother


Yet, you are special

You've a big reputation

You\re making changes

You've changing our nation


He smiled, 'Yes. Thank you.

I'm sure you are right.

Now you go safe home

And have a great night


'Wait! You can't walk alone

I'll see you safe home

No, don't walk alone

I'll see you safe home


We're passing my house\

Why don't you step in it

To see where I'm from

Just for one minute.'


Now we kept on talking

So I got home late

Don't tell my secret

Only you know my fate


Now I am married

And I have a child

I hope he\ll grow up good

And not grow up wild


People look at my son

Then they look away

I hear them whisper

I don't care what they say


He looks nothing like me

He looks nothing like you\

But he talks just like us

We all know that's true


What do strangers say?

What do strangers know?

When they ask, I reply

'It was so long ago!'


Yes, once in a while

I've heard what they said

Remember that wild one?

D\you think he is dead


Sometimes, bold ones persist,

\What do you know?

I smile, and shrug, 'Nothing

It was so long ago


He was not like my father

He was not like my mother

He was not like my sister

He was not like my brother


I really don't know

It was so long ago

I simply don't know

It was so long ago


But I could not forget

I searched the internet

He was wrinkled and old

Our young love had gone cold


When they ask me I say

I simply don't know

It was so long ago

It was so long ago.

-ends-



I wrote this whilst listening to Country songs on a Singapore Airlines flight.

What others insicents incluenced the story line?

Firsly, lots of gangs in the news.

After my mother died I found my parent's wedding certificate which said that my mother was a widow. That was necessary, otherwise her second marriage would have looked like bigamy. I asked my father if he or my mother had ever remembered or spoken about her previous marriage. He shruged and said, 'No. It was so long ago.'

The last line of each verse should be repeated as a chorus by the audience. I started typing the choruses but it was making the poem/song too long and was too tiring to type so I stopped it.

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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Tell Me Your Troubles Version 1


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 uou 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
And share all with your smiling eyes.
-ends-
Written at Swanwick Writers' Summer School
Angela Lansbury copyright Aug Sunday 25 2019