A Royal Wedding - Admiring A Princess's Fairytale Dress

A Royal Wedding - Admiring A Princess's Fairytale Dress
by Angela Lansbury

Behind the barrier, I'm pulled in my place
Keen to peep at that pretty, princess face

I smile, showing braces on my gap teeth!
But my closed-mouth crowd photo brings relief

Let's hope her dazzling dress fits the fine scene
I won't wear my faded, stained and torn jeans

Her stylish hair's swept back, pinned hat in place
I'll cut my jagged fringe, hiding my face

She should dress conventionally, more or less
Outclassing my new, dear, M & S dress

I trust that she wears matching lace beneath
Bringing a fussy, matching prince no grief

She's changed religion, nationality
One must please the public - and reach royalty

I won't copy her if she changes sex
Not the whole long list the long-left expect

Don't show crossed teeth, cross-eyes, hair in a mess
But poised, perfect, pristine, designer dress

In grand, old-world, dusted horse and carriage
A modern, TV, sub-titled, marriage

She can't smile more excitedly than me
High on chocolate, pre-runs runs, re-run fun - on TV.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury 30 March 2018
Anticipating the royal wedding of HRH Prince Harry and Megan Markle at Windsor on Saturday 2018

From left: Megan Markle and HRH Prince Harry. Photo from Mark Jones in Wikipedia.

You're So Funny

You're So Funny
by Angela Lansbury

You're so funny
You're my honey
You spend my money
But you're so funny

You're always late
I'm glad to wait
Dear Little bunny
'cos you're so funny


It's half past seven
But you're forgiven
I'm soon in heaven
'cos you're so funny

You always lose
Your keys my honey
Yet, it's you I choose
'cos you're so funny

For six days after
Tears of laughter
You're so much smarter
You're so funny

I wait a while
My eyes still runny
You made me smile
cos you're so funny

You're the one I choose
What can I lose
You cure my blues
You're so funny

You wear big hats
You keep cute cats
You're on the money
cos you're so funny.
-ends-
copyright 2018 March 27

Birthday Cake

Birthday cake made for Angela by Trevor. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

Cake by Angela Lansbury

Cake, cake, let me eat cake
It's my birthday, for goodness sake
There's a limit to diets that I can take
It's iced and its nice and it's birthday cake

Let the guests in
See what their eyes say
'When can we begin?'
Don't send them away

I know it's not the best food for my health
But don't let me eat it all by myself
You've no idea the time taken to bake
The hours it took me to decorate

Go away, but I'll let you take
A tiny piece of my birthday cake
All those dieting promises I must break
Let me eat cake - and let them eat cake.
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copyright Angela Lansbury March 18 2018

The Gunman by Angela Lansbury - a synchronicity poem of karma

The Gunman

By Angela Lansbury

The tried to stop his evil thoughts
Make him recall the good they taught
But no

They called police, then his mother
She was dead. They called his brother
But no

Call his college! - it's in lockdown
They sent marksmen all over town
No luck

They called the nurse, they called a psych
They found crashed cars, a broken bike
He'd gone

They grabbed his phone, found what he said
They were appalled by what he said
The threat

His girlfriend now says she's his ex
She's terrified that she'll be next
Not yet

The windows shut, the doors are barred
What will he do? To guess not hard
Oh no!

They blamed it on his mental health
Thank God he only killed himself
He's dead.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury 2018 Feb 24

Synchcronicity is a term invented by Carl Young. From the root word chronos, clock or time. Two events synchronize or occur at the same time. Not necessarily cause and effect but appear to have something in common. Chance. 

Also see good lucky, karma, and yanfen.

(Synchronized swimming means swimmers swimming together, like a dance. They might not be swimming together but towards each other or away from each or around in a circle in a co-ordinated way.)

The pattern of each verse echoes the previous one.
The third line has two syllables. The drama.

Coming back to this poem after a year, I am puzzled where to find the synchronicity. 

The drama is the danger. The gunman is about to kill someone. Who will it be?

In the end, he succeeds. However, the danger is over. The good news that the man killed is the killer. The assailant and victim are the same person. Irony. Twist.

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About the Author

Better Bird Song

Somebody took a wonderful video of a bird singing and put it on facebook. They asked what the bird was singing. The RSPB has a disc of birds singing. They have three types of calls. The gentle, repetitive, yeaa, yah, it's okay, it's a lovely day to today and this is my territory song. The elaborate aria, come on darling, song, like a coloratura solo piece in an opera. and scree-eeching, sharp repeating warning - Help! Danger! Run! Fly! screeching song.

Obviously the bird is singing various similar things. It said, 

BETTER BIRD SONG
'Hello, what a sunny day, 
Come along and sing and play, 
Plenty of room on my firm branch, 
I'm here, my dear, not far away. 

'Are any pretty birds out there! 
I sing the best in our tree tops. 
Those other birds are, frankly, flops. 
Are any pretty birds out there!

' What was the next trill of that song?

I don't know - start another one: 

Up here, bad cats - we're out of reach

So many tricks we both can teach

'Come and join me, top of my tree, 

The view is new, changing and free
I love sunny, clear view weather!
Here let's build a nest together, 

Come on and join me, on my tree

Come along, be strong, sing with me

"Humans - what are you looking at, I'm not calling you humans, big wingless birds just birds like me, unless, of course, you've got sandwiches and birdseed, no, never mind, back to work - 
'Hello, any pretty birds out there ...' 
I didn't catch the last bit. Irene's probably right.Thank you for the inspiration.

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Author
Angela Lansbury
Copyright 2018 Feb 16

Funny Flowers In The Snow

It's sunny, then it's snowing
I see new flowers in the snow
The weather has confused them
I wonder if the dumb things know

They're silly, but they're pretty -
Now the sun's come out again!
I suppose they had a nice drink
From this morning's dismal rain

The whole world is a cemetery
The dinosaurs are turned to stone
But we've got cute little plastic ones
To please keen kids in every home

The pharaohs left a lot behind
Dead bodies wrapped in gold
Paintings on floors and ceilings
Great, cursed wonders to behold

The Romans with their weapons
Left their helmets, walls, old stones
Left their language, their heritage
Their glory, gravestones, meatless bones

Scary Vikings under London's buildings
Plague victims under passing trains
Madame Tussaud's, pop stars and horror
Some things best not seen again

Yes, the whole world's a cemetery
Great-grandparents buried underground
Just as well, they wouldn't like it
With our neighbour's loud jazz sounds

After my life's rollercoaster
I don't want to leave you tears
Better some jokes and laughter
To help you struggle through your muddled years

Yes, the whole world is a cemetery
Know we're all built on crumbled past
As we've been taught, life is too short
Most things, thank God, do not last

Shut your eyes, in prisons, hospitals
So in your last dark hours
In your mind paint pretty pictures
Of the stupid, happy flowers

Be mindful, in the present
Watch where you leap, step, go
But when in doubt, remember
Daft, sweet flowers in the snow.

copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 15 2018

Boom boom - comic song by Angela

Boom Boom Be Doom
comic song by Angela

(Chorus)
Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

When you come over here
To be close to me, my dear
Your dreams will all come true
With what I've got 'inn' mind for you

(Chorus)
Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

Last time we didn't finish

What we hoped but didn't start

But when you disappeared

That didn't break my heart

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

'Cos I knew that you'd be back

This time I'll give you what you lack

Yes, I heard what you hinted

I nearly had a heart attack!

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

Keep both your eyes on me

Think what fun it would be

You'll have pendulum eyes

Your hands will hold a great surprise

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

You have skills which I admire
Your looks and words set me afire
When I see you in the street
My heart will race and skip a beat

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

When can we be alone?
I want to take you home!
But you live too far away
I'll make your night - you made my day

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

Maybe an unknown hotel - sh!
Would suit as just as well
One thing is certain
I'll slowly draw the heavy curtain

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom

There's just one small thing more
You'll click-ly lock, and bolt, the door

Boom boom be, doom be doom
Doom boom me doom be doom!
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Angela Lansbury copyright 2017 Sept 30.
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