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

A haiku weather report, live (at the time of writing ) from Northern England:

Sunshine. Cumulus.
Vapour trails quarter the sky.
Down here it's cold.

Pattern-chaser

"Who cares, wins"

Nice way to report the weather-
I LIKE it!

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A Greener world

If they cut down our trees, that help us breath
The world will be at our feet
The waste that's destroying our oceans and seas
pollution that's filling our street
Lets save our land that's special to me
Give some life for our children to see
So before it's too late lets help inflate
The chance for us all to be free.

Broken Hearts

You made me see the light of day
The things you said in that old way
At first I thought that it was love
I felt just like a flying dove
But then it all just disapeared
Which is what we once both feared
We thought our love would never end
Now your not even my friend.

The Danger Zone

At first it enters in your brain
Then you think it's just a game
But soon you find there's no escape
Your world then soon begins to gape

At the time you feel so free
The time ahead you just can't see
Nowhere to run and hide away
To capture thought's that go astray

All there is are narrow lines
You walk along and have no signs
Of losing track of everyone
Just staring at the burning sun

Time starts slipping through your fingers
Like a memory that only lingers
Wake up quickly from this trance
Where evil deedings smile and glance.

excellent

Brother

The days you laughed, the days you cried
Those were the days that you had pride
In everything and everyone
But now that's different, now that's gone

Now you've sunken in a land
You know you need a helping hand
Instead you take it in you wing
When all around don't know a thing

God knows what your going through
I'm sure if we believe that's true
He'll do what's really best for you
So you can go and start a new.

Why thank you, Abbi!

Today's report:

White and grey on blue.
Fresh wind blowing; sunshine too.
Pigeons try the breeze.

Pattern-chaser

"Who cares, wins"

Clouds run to my right.
Trees and birds run that way too.
Is what's left so bad?

Pattern-chaser

"Who cares, wins"

Today's weather in NW England:

Clouds cruise sedately.
Trees sway gently; magpies play.
The world bustles on.

Pattern-chaser

"Who cares, wins"

He sailed away
for a year and a day
until he came ashore,
After some baccy
and a new lackey,
Then thought "Oh what a bore"

"I left my cherie,
the one called Terri
back on the shores of France.
Now what can I say
after a year and a day?
'Sorry darling, I forgot my lance'?"

"I shall ride back
to the one that I lack.
For that I will need a horse..
Then I will say;
'Just give me my way,
but remember..... DO NOT FORCE!'"

Hiatus

No action since May; What a shame!
Is no one here playing this game?
There were such good ones too,
Entertaining, it's true,
Lets renew this great thread, I proclaim!!

I suppose I am partly to blame.
There's not even a line to my name
For six months or so
But I'll have a go
At reviving this battered old flame.

I can't say my offering's good.
It's been written in a pensive mood.
The rhyme is quite poor
And the topic's a bore,
But I promise it will not be rude!

This ditty has inspired me much.
I feel I should sit down as such,
And start to compose
Some poem or prose
So this pen I shall eagerly clutch.

Please do not expect too much flare,
I have not composed for nearly a year,
But I'll give it a try
My art I will ply
If it takes blood or sweat or a tear.

Artists work in an attic or garret,
Or fret in seclusion, like Syd Barrett.

Limerick of the Day? "Piper at the gates of dawn" and "saucerful of secrets" were Syd's contribution to the art and culture of the time.

Thanks, Syd.

Pattern-chaser

"Who cares, wins"

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/F62127?thread=3245377&show=20&skip=0#pi3 R I P Syd

He’s now in that Great Gig in the Sky
And for this I wonder why
Was he taken too soon?
Past the Dark Side of the Moon
Or was it just his time to die.

Shine On they cried
We felt it inside
But his mind sometimes just couldn’t cope
Then cometh the day
His sole flew away
Now his time has come to with new hope

For he’s now in a place
Better suited to grace
The likes of a poet with wings
He can shine in the face
Of the one who is grace
And can soar like a bird as he sings

A bit hasty and not all that I feel but I hope it does him justice.
RIP Syd

Wow.
Beautiful poem!

RIP Cyd

It seems to reads better the second time 'round except for the typo

It is HOT!

Oh My! This heat
It has got me beat
For even my seat
It is HOT!


See what I mean?
Since when have I been
Or even you seen
Me write like this? NOT!


So now we have got
To know what is what
And I know a lot
It is HOT!

May I Cry Now?


It's my Mum's Birthday, today
I can't give a present, she's gone away

"Wait 'til she come back" I hear you say
Oh! How I wish it could be that way

"Don't be so selfish!" Others do say
Yet, still the pain is here to stay