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

Hey, folks. Lucrecia here. Here's a sample of poetry... I'd appreciate it if Guse and Mystrunner could take a look and tell me if I should put down a massive entry for a tome in your library.

-Lucrecia

"A Gift of Myself"

Tear off the ribbon,
can't take the time to untie,
shread the wrapping paper
and fling away the lid.

(I guess you didn't see the card;
I wrote a poem for you inside.)

No matter.
Dive head first into the packing peanuts
and retreive your booty
from the bottom
of the sea.

Today I give myself to you.

But I'm not perfect and you've got
a good eye for flaws.

I might need a trip
to the laundry mat
so you can steam-clean all those stains
I've accumulated.

Be sure to iron out
the unseamly wrinkles
and refold all the creases.

Not quite a perfect fit?
That's easy to fix:
just send me to the tailor's
for some alterations.

And if for some reason
you're not fully satisfied,

I kept the reciept.




"The God of My Idolatry"

In my dreams
you wear a dark robe
sprinkled all over with
stars.

A pair of meteors
buzz happily around your wrists
and you keep the full moon
on a chain about your neck.

You've stolen the circlet
from Saturn's brow
to crown thyself
the god of my Idolatry.

In my dreams
we skip from planet to planet;
crossing a pitch black pond
on celestial skipping stones.

We finally stop
before the Sun.
You pluck his ring of fire
and place it on my finger.

Now I am your Queen.

Plant it into an article, and I'll put it in!

Oh, and here's a bit of mine:

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I look to the oceans,
and in there I see
starlight on the water
calling to me.

I look to the mountains,
and in them I feel
the wonder of great majesty
in all that is real.

I look to the forests,
and in them I know
that where life is all encompassing,
there, peace may grow.

I look to the rivers,
and in them I believe,
to shape the contours of the land,
stalwart stone to reave.

I look to the cities,
and for them I fear,
in their rotten, crooked ways,
I see the end of Man draw near.

I look to my God,
and find salvation there,
His mercy washes clean my heart
and guides me home with care.

-Mystrunner