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

Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy
A kid'll eat ivy too
Wouldn't you?

I think this may be a song rather than a poem but I can be as daft as some of you others

Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy
A kid'll eat ivy too
Wouldn't you?

I think this may be a song rather than a poem but I can be as daft as some of you others - not mentioning any names of course

"Blood dries up, like rain, like rain,
Fills my cup,
Like four seasons in one day"

Four Seasons In One Day - written by Tim and Neil Finn, performed by Crowded House

First the goat
must be killed
and the skin
stretched.

[Edward Kamau Brathwaite: The Making of the Drum]

random quote, that i love.

"Get stewed, books are a load of c**p"

Philip Larkin

And, continuing on from the Spike theme...

Said the General of the Army,
I think think that war is barmy,
So he put away his gun,
Now he's having much more fun

Dying
Is an art like everything else.
I do it well.

I do it so it feels like hell.


[Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus]

When the only escape is one noone can accept.
What can you do but scream a silent scream?

(orig)

(Death theme: I missed the Spike quote)

Swine! wanted to use that one meself!

"That thung with a blue umbrella for it's tail
How do you call it?
Poorly and pale comes my reponse,
For all I can it itis peacock"

DJ Enright

Preview mags, preview

Thing, thing, thing!!!

If you catch him,
hold up a flashlight to his eye. It's all dark pupil,
an entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens
as he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids
one tear, his only possession, like the bee's sting, slips.


[Elizabeth Bishop: Man-Moth]

The tears flow and run down the face
of this child of innocence, left in this place
to be told off, chastised and smacked,
when tender loving is all he has lacked.
Please do not shout, nor boo, or hiss.
Take him in your arms and give him a kiss.


[orig]

Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

[Lewis Carroll: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland]

This silly student
He writes very bad Haiku
Readers all go mad

Anonymous (from Sentinel student magazine - Melbourne High School)

Port Shoem
By The Speverent Rooner

I've a gouse and harden in the country
An ace to call my plown,
A treat I can replace to
When I beed to knee alone.
Catterfly and butterpillar
Perch on beefy lough
And I listen to all the dats and cogs
As they mark and they biaow.
Yes wature here in nunderful
There is no weed for nords,
While silling by my windowflutter
Biny little tirds.

From Monty Python's Big Red Book (Special Hardcover edition)

A SHORT POEM

Poe.

It's a bit more difficult but more interesting
If this conversation has a familiar ring
Though not ruling out the odd random quote, please try to ensure
Most poems relate to the one before:
Otherwise it's not a conversation any more,
But just a place to stick poems, and that can be a bore.
And if you're not sure
How to join in the fun
Please check out the rules in Post number One

(Orig.)

Jab

Society is now one polish'd horde,
Form'd of two mighty tribes, the *Bores* and *Bored*.


[Don Juan, Byron.]

Days of nothingness
Days of clear skies the temperature descending
Days of no telephone calls or all the wrong ones
Days of complete boredom and nothing is happening

Gerard Malanga - Days of Rome