h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

You know what, George? I was just going to describe me walking in the forest, and then, just by chance, I discovered that if I broke the text into lines, it looked like a poem! The first one I've ever written in English!

It often happens that when I write
and break the text up into lines
not only does it look more right
but sometimes the ensemble rhymes.

And sometimes it doesn't.

...but it was the first time that happened to me in ENGLISH (a foreign language to me) Inkwash!

Then that's all the better.

Inkwash,
I realize
I've been approaching this poetry writing thing
all wrong.
When trying to write poetry
in my native language (Swedish)
- I've always thought
'now I'm going to write a poem'...
seems to be working better
if I start
with telling a story,
and just let it transform
into a poem...

Try writing a 'Drop Poem', they're easy as
Take a book off the shelf and write the words that run down the right margin. Here's one from a book on Bonsai care:

material
of the
providing
are suitable.
devised
of Bonsai
in order of their
common names,
and cultivars are
the entry on
the
suggestions.
Advice on
the same
can always
be found
in the past.

And it dosen't count a plagerism if you change the words, and it works with any book.

Right margin? I'll have to try that some day, George!

For some interesting info, go to www.h2g2.com/A493959 and find out about the history of Kuble Kahn, my favorite poem.

Awoke
to a
view across
Nice from
his hotel.
Danced on the
palm trees of
Anglais. In
white
favoured by
minister
fruit salad and
felt optimistic.

Hey, that works!

I'm new to H2G2 and when browsing I found The Poets Nook, I began to drool.
I wonder if any of you can tell what poet inspired my nickame?
--Ignu

Sorry, Dirty Vicar...

The
cracking
sustenance
covered
pebbles.
It was
in and
to the
valley.
As
questions, but
interrogated
as I could.

Hmmmmm....weird...

Here's one about a vicar:

A vicar and his brother were golfing one day and the brother misses a three-foot put and shouts "Damn it, missed the bugger!"
And the vicar yelled "Don't say that, God will get angry."
So this time the brother misses a two-foot put and yells "Damn it, missed the bugger!"
And the vicar says "Don't say that or God will strike you down with a lightening bolt!"
So the brother takes another shot and the ball rolls to the edge of the hole and stops and he yells "Damn it, missed the bugger!"
Suddenly, the heavens ripped open and a great bolt og lightening crashes down, except it dosen't hit the brother, it hits the vicar, and God looked down from Heaven and said "Damn it missed the bugger!"

Or,
"You put on a friar's cloak,
And I'll put on another,
And to Queen Ellenore's we'll go,
Like a friar and his brother."

Who wrote that anyway?

I like to think of myself as a poet,
i'm not very good
and at the moment I show it.

I'm not one whom usually rhymes all his words,
but as an intro,
i've broken my lines up in thirds.

Ubsurdest and beat, I claim that I am.
but for 25 seconds,
i will prove that I can

Rhyme with the best of the corners of earth,
or die on a way-side
and give all my worth.

In wintery white, the ground hides its treachery
While inside, the windows show signs of Jack's leachery
And somewhere a cardinal chitters for seeds
While a mallard pecks mournfully amongst frozen reeds
The little red arrow on top reads the comfort range
But the one on the bottom seems stuck -- Isn't that strange?
Fingers and toes feel they'd shatter if struck
And they're calling for colder -- now how's that for luck.
Ah well, says the optimist, a good maple syrup year!
Oh heck, says the pessimist, it's freezing my beer.

*shiver* ... I need sleep.

'Nonnie
(Be a long while til we can again write 10Jan01 )

GEORGE THE GREAT HAS RETURNED!!!


(and I'm modest too)

How about doing some limericks?

A man who so truly loved flounder
Was seen in a restaurant to founder
It seems that his date
Had walked off with his plate
And he wouldn't get up 'till they found 'er

We have a thread for Limericks
But I'm not sure of it's Url
I'm sure it would be searchable
If you'd just give that a whirl
It's been drug across the server
And it's number has been mounting
It has hung from several pages
And it's twenty-six and counting.


'Nonnie

The trouble with those limericks
Is that with poems they do not mix
Anonymouse is quite right,
They have their own site,
It's at A218206

WINTER SONG

Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.

Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.

Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.

I beleive in the death of demons
maybe i should take a swim
Ginsberg spoils me
too much time in his words
Some more?
eyes are lead-
cant feel my head-it's waiving goodbye and bleading on the new carpet
I try not to notice the deep stain
Bloated, I sing the Psalms to a likeness of Alexander The Great
Destroy Radio
Wrought iron and crawling on my back-upside down-against the door
-my typewriter is broken
I use the stars and stripes as a blanket
I use it as a tournequet
And dream sleeplessly on the ceiling.

America, How Sweet It Is!
(A Patriotic Song )

Oh Beautiful, for malted skies
For Amber Candy Canes
And Purple Mountains of taffy
Above a tuiti-fruiti plane
America, America,
God spread his sweets on thee
And crown thy goo
With Tieramasu
From sea to chocolate sea!

(I have got to go brush my teeth)

~~~George~~~