Cat-friendly house (Cheerful Poem 3)

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Cat-friendly house
by Angela Lansbury

A just read of a cheerful man
Who rescued cats and had a plan
To make the most cat-friendly house
With all delights except live mouse

It was the most amazing scene
With sloping shelves all in green
He had cat-friendly spirals, too
I'd love to live there - wouldn't you!
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copyright Angela Lansbury Jan 31 2015

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Posy of Poems - January (Cheerful Poem 2)

A Posy of Poems

by Angela Lansbury

January - 2015

This year I see the winter pass

Just like the ones before

Dark outside, mould on shut curtains

Draughts, cake crumbs on the floor

Once again chilly January

So we are stuck indoors

With clutter left from Christmas time 

Gifts - don’t send or spend more

Though we didn’t get white Christmas

We enjoyed Christmas lights

Our streets festooned, spruce trees with stars …

Still alive, eat and fight

Relieved, we think the risk has gone

So back to work we go

But trains and cars are deluged by -

Too late for Christmas - snow.

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Jan 28 2015

Copyright Angela Lansbury

A Poem On The Present Of A Tree For You (Cheerful Poem 1)

I was researching author quotations of the day for my Quotation Diary and was looking at poet Shelley. The poem I recognized from my school days was Ozymandias, apparently about a ruined statue of the king better known to us by the name Ramsses. The poem was possibly written to celebrate the forthcoming exhibition of Egyptian statues in London.  But when I saw the two poems written by Shelley and his friend and friendly competitor poet Smith, I started to update the poems into modern language, then decided to rewrite the poem more positively.

A poem on the present of a tree for you
by Angela Lansbury

Ozymandias? I lèave his statue, move quickly on

Why should I care for him? He would not care for me!

Don’t waste time with one who ruled by fear and slavery 

I thank my family I live elsewhere and free

I see his statue, turn my book’s page

Glimpse highs and lows through endless eternity

Memories of last night’s darker age

Teach me to see how good all brief life should be

I’d rather leave a pretty poem with a message for the passer-by

Don’t stop and stare, nor sigh and mope

March on and work, and live and laugh

Be like me, creative, happy, full of hope

Our future’s a sweet baby 

You’re dear friends I shall never see

But I'd rather plan to leave olives, dates, grapes, wine and shade

So for you I’ve planted vines, plums, pears, coconut palms - and pruned this apple tree.
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To my son and possible grandchildren