When paper is burned
That's a lesson learned
When you can't hear sound
Someone nearly drowned
What's learned from mother
Teach to another
When each wheel is turned
That's a lesson learned
None live forever
But their words live on
You'll remember this
Long after I've gone
Write a short poem
Or sing a long song
You know that I'm right
Love, laugh and stay strong.
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Why is a new rose born to be
A white rose, not an apple tree?
I don't suppose a small rose knows
It'll be a rose, not be me
I wonder why I'm not a rose
I've asked around, nobody knows
I'm sure rose likes to be a rose
I'm not free, but glad to be me
A white rose has no choice, it's white
It doesn't fight, it does what's right
The pinks are pink, the reds are red
Then when they're dead they're brown instead
When a child, I did not suspect
That one day people could change sex
And also, those who could change, would
And thought that it would do them good
Maybe one day, nobody knows
Both you and I could be a rose
And a rose could be you, or me
What next?Who knows? What'll be will be.
Maybe a rose will have a choice
And we'll give each new rose a voice
To be red, blue, black or yellow
Change to match it's near bed fellow
Maybe a rose will choose to be
A car, an elephant or star
That's too complicated for me
I think I like things as they are.
It's great to give sight to the blind
Let them be surprised by photos
But when I paint, or plant a rose
I don't want it to change its mind
To turn into a cauliflower
Or change its mind every hour
That would give the creator tears
So evolution takes us years.
Why is a new rose born to be
A white rose, not an apple tree?
I know but no little rose knows
I'm smart, you see, I'm glad I'm me
I'm glad that you have stuck with me
You learn a lot from poetry.
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No need to spend time saving rhymes
They're in my rhyming dictionary
I look online and find some more
Tick those already used by me.
I won't waste time re-using line
Not steal yours, nor over-use mine
We all know avoid moon and June
Instead use soon, or boon, or noon
I soon spin through the alphabet
To find old rhymes which I forget
Like bet, debt, jet, let, met and wet
My most memorable verse yet.
Yes, times for rhymes from other climes
Let my mind climb and not be blind
But use each word which I can find
Stored inside my tidy mind.
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Please share links to your favourite poems.
Guess what joy in my garden grows
In May, yet a first summer rose
When others buds will wait til June
One rose thinks that May's not too soon
This big rose, framed in green, bright pink
It's seen the sun, and had a drink
It's bold, attracts me like a wink
It makes me stop and look and think
Nearby I see small, lower weeds
Struggling up boldly, from wild seeds
Proclaim the gard'ner's lack of deeds
Dandelion soup, when in dire needs
My eye returns to that sole rose
Which grows where almost no-one goes
The back garden, where a fox shows
Slugs stop me wearing open toes
April's cut roses wilt in vases
Whilst outside a real rose is born
A rose whose sent attracts my nose
But look, don't touch, for it has thorns
Today there could be sun or rain
Proudly proclaim, 'Summer, again!'
I'll smile all day, the whole world knows
What I saw first, that first, pink rose.
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Please share links to your favourite poems. Poetry books by Angela Lansbury are on Amazon and Lulu.com
How should we start breakfast, lunch - or dinner?
With an olive or a glass of sherry
With brown bread and butter, or still water
Prosecco's fun, but it doesn't matter
Water or alcohol adds lubrication
Relaxes the mind and starts conversation
What is the best thing to talk about?
Thoughts which cause passion but don't make you shout
I like salad and fruit, something that's fresh
Something surprising in ev'ry great dish
Different colours, some vitamin C
Some A, and D, lots of variety
Some potatoes or bread, meat or fish
Something substantial in the main dish
I think of dessert but have to wait
For pudding, petits four, chocolate (cake)
I was on a diet but I'm not a fool
In the short-term we're kind, though long-term we're cruel
Resisting it all cannot be done
Why stick to one when we're having such fun?
Last, espresso coffee, maybe mint tea
Something refreshing, I think you'll agree
Ginger and flavours you know I adore
Offer seconds, thirds, 'til guests gasp, 'No more!'
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Every object and fabric has its use
We silent sewers must be outspoken
We growers save seeds from loss, that's abuse
Rescue brolly fabric when metal's broken
Saved umbrella covers. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
What is your home's look? Your body's your home
Feed your mind with sugar, dates and honey
If you lose bone teeth get new plastic ones
Best are gold teeth which cost plastic money
Folks with high IQs live in confusion
In fiction, art, and imagined heaven
No one dares say religion's delusion
Mine's perfect, yours twat, why can't all see that?
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Singing Birds comical poem by Angela Lansbury version 1
I have a box with a singing bird clock
I played it a whole day, then it was stopped
I thought it was cute, hourly birds tweeting
My spouse said it spoiled his online meeting
He said, 'Look - this annoying sound must stop!'
He silenced my birds, alas, that was that
Back in its box went my new singing clock
In our house my husband prowls like a cat
I heard a real bird, one early morning
Sound like a doorbell or a phone ringing
Like an alarm clock call joyful dawning
Or did that early bird sing code warning?
I listened, astonished, what could it be?
It woke me up twice, it gave me two turns
Who was it calling? Surely not for me
Early birds tap beaks, like rain, to lure worms
I love to hear birds tweeting, singing greeting
Calling, unseen, from the top of the block
Like a friend calling through the letterbox
But please, mr birdie, not at five o’clock!
One little bird has woken the others
Calling all, join my loud, cawing chorus
Each bird has fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers
Tweets and squeaks interrupt, annoy, paw us
I could shoot the nearest one, wave a gun
Like vine-grower's scarecrows, get arrested
My water pistol might miss and kill someone
Because my aim has, not yet, been tested
We’ve seen bin thefts tossed by a fox, and rat
Suddenly there’s silence, a prowling cat
Cute cats scratch babies, spray smells on roses
Tenants fixed repellent, I’m pleased at that.
I‘m sure you have heard that kittens like birds
Cats love birds, for their lunch or their dinner
If you banish cats, birds’ song will be heard
Old, bold birds sing praise, hymns, you're their saviour!
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