At night I'm thankful for the moon
But when day comes I'll love the sun
Next day in the hopeful morning
I'm glad to see fresh light's dawning
All day the sun, the same old sun
My same old words, new faces I teach
Each lesson, day, another one
New face, old words, same rules I teach
I like the candle which I rolled
Instead I use electric light
I love the light, so bright and white
The helpful light extends day's fun.
Smiley paperclip fridge magnet. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
Funny how babies turn into nerds
Funny how worms turn into birds
Funny how strawberries we had for tea
Some turn into you, others to me.
Funny how thoughts turn into words
'though, without hearing aids, much is misheard
Just like baking sponge cake, easily
My mind mixes words and makes poetry.
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Angela Lansbury in red and white dress by Thai style double beds beside Melia hotel swimming pool, Tenerife, Canary Islands. Photo by Trevor Sharot.
What can I say about this gorgeous, fancy bed?
I have a dictionary of words churning through my mixer head
I want to inspire, with hopes, visions and dreams
The possible, impossible, what is is and merely seems
I climb every mountain looking for a metaphor
I swim a sea of similes and copy those who wrote before
I reflect and then reject originals which I suspect
Will not endure, and throw them on the floor
I look at pots, at kettles, at black, and red and white
I search through morn, dawn and torn, dark night, white snow and light
I'm happy seeing sunlight, and storms and rain and pain
I hope the night will put things right in spring, forget the years of winter tears sure to come again
I ride a mental horse along the river's course, back to the bubbling source
View the battle which does not stop until I reach the mountaintop
I wait for my ship, train, bus, bike, donkey, camel, plane, which end all pain and bring me joy again
Like a gift list, parcel, birthday song, which lasts so long it makes me strong
Ready to walk with boots or shoes, clad in my clothes of reds and blues
And eat ice cream with friends I meet, along the leafy, shady street
Until at last all words are said, and I can rest my heavy head
End my day my own way, and post four times from my silk-soft bed.
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The last line in a pun on four poster bed.
Words should always reveal
But they sometimes conceal
Now I have forgootten
The meanig I'd hidden
Now I must convess that
I'm in such distress that
If you have clearly seen
what you think that I mean
There are messages you must not send
And loan words which you must not lend
Like in French saying Le Weekend
In case you offend all your friends
You know more than the poet
If that's so you should show it
By writing down new words
To show what you just heard
With some innuendo
To rise to crescendo
There are some things you should
Other which I don't want to know
Your problems with your mental health
I wish you'd keep them to yourself
And if you want to change your sex
And leave your poor parents perplexed
Or change your country or your faith
I'm glad that' I'm not in your place
Words keep changing and so we try
To make our elders wonderi why
The British gay, American guy
And God be with you's now goodbye
I used to worry about Bombay
It's now Mumbia, Beijing, Peking
Constaniple, Instnbul, I don't want to look a feel
Is using AI really cheating?
I still get cross about fewer and less
When foreign students make a mess
Don't call them foreign, or he or she
I wonder what the've calling me?
What can I send the birthday boy
To not give anger, only joy
Once pink for boys, but now it's blue
Not flip flops, thongs, nor brand name shoes
I won't send poems, only floers
But they bothered me for hours
Eigh's lucky, you must avoid four
Wait, even numbers, there's lots more
Some like even, others odd numbers
Like four letter words, make grammar blunders
Red means we're lovers, lllies for the dead
Was it something that I said?
Mustn't say you're thinner or fatter
Shrug it off, spelling doesn't matter
Take out commas, they confuse
Plurals have a lot to lose
There's Thai silk, and faux leather
Sometimes I wonder whether
My pre-loved, worn once clothes were ever loved
By triplets below or someone above
Don't leave yourself or your reader disayed
By word games which we all have played
Frankly, I've had enough trouble today
Reading the label on my marmalade.
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Someone above I originally meant one God, but the meaning could be you have inherited never worn clothes fro the clearance f the house of someone who died.
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I learned to speak in fluent French
And 'useless' Latin when at school
I passed A level, with effort
No fool, I learned the words and rules
And then I met a polyglot
His languages, not four, but eight!
For years I dreamed of my hero
But thought for me it was too late
Than along came Duolingo
And Google hit and miss Translate
What great joy, I started German
I learned, it is never too late
Each day I learned twenty new words
'though each day I forget thirty
Each day I learn to say, It's new
Can't say, It's old, dear, or dirty
I'm learning twelve new languages
Sometimes get a bit confused
I learn a lot of obscure words
Practise tenses I've never used
Yet I am learning every da y
I say all new words twice out loud
Ten words I read but cannot say
Of that I am extremely proud.
I'm always keen to add some more
New languages are what I seek
I want to add Esperanto
To my list of those I can't speak.
Acquaintances are so impressed
Just when I open with hello
In lots of foreign languages
Tell waiters yes, (but can't say no).
I say what I know how to say
Hello, Hallo, ola, bonjour
The latter is French for good day,
Of that, at least, I'm almost sure
They think because I know two words
I must be very brainy
At least I've got something to do
Like cross words, when its rainy.
I'm learning twelve new languages
Yes, strangers are impressed
Learn one new word, then confuse two
Before I'm even dressed.
When people ask, how many
I have a good reply
"How many can you really speak?"
I smile and reply, "Why?"
"Are you glad you've met me?
Please remember my name
Just read my blogs and learn new words
Then you can do the same
"Alas you will not understand
Those who speak too fast
But sighing, 'I can't speak one word,'
Is in your long lost past."
You stare excitedly with me
Look in the same direction
On hearing, "Look, you look it up!"
Fun spreads like an infection
And if you are not understood
And you do not know why
At least in 12 languages
You quickly say goodbye.
I cannot teach you many words
I won't confuse with thirty
Just adios, and hej hej
Au revoir, arrivaderci.
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The last verse last two lines say goodby in Spanish, Danish, Swedish and Norwegian, French, and Italian.
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The poem title contains the word dia, Spanish for day, a pun on the English word dear, addressing the reader as dear, which sounds the same. Hear and dear rhyme, which is a clue. Dia is actually di-a, but near enough.
Comic and tragic sound the same. Strictly speaking,
When you need a simple rhyme
There's no need to waste your time
Type synonyms and a Thesaurus
Roget's done the hard work for us
D'you need new words? Just look online
No need to spend a single dime
Synonyms crowd the thesaurus
Repetition needn't bore us
If syllables outrun your line
Count on your fingers, you'll be fine
Don't let all life's stresses gnaw us
When you're tired, write a chorus
When big news is all grime and crime
Small positive words seem sublime
Good words open new doors for us
That's why readers all adore us
In the daytime, or after dark
Poets and speakers leave their mark
Life has found a new job for us
All our keen readers implore us
You do not need to waste your time
Wracking your brains to think up rhymes
Roget wrote in his thesaurus
He's done all the hard work for us.
Each proud nation's patriots climb
Place ads at stations, flash flags and signs
Even those who never knew us
Send songs, hymns, and prayers, to us
Recycle, improve what went before
Words links chains, change people, add more
Thought and research prove chains are true
I'll pass these gold-plate words to you.
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Photo of discarded, damaged, gold-plated tap, upcycled, glued, preserved, to make a glittery paperweight.
Chains in a necklace was what I was thinking, not chains holding you down.
