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

Interesting, very interesting. But that poem seems to me talking about happiness or contentment, instead of pleasure. Maybe it's like the novel Brave New World predicted - to become truly happy we need to have stability, and for that, we can have, pleasure any time all the time, and 'everybody belongs to everyone else'. It is intriguing that while the idea sounds appaling, it seems to propose us a different and plausible way of living.

And, just 'cause I feel like it...

Tentative grasps at comprehension
Have impact
On our personalities and our
Use of logic in life. It
Gives us a picture of reality but
Has weaknesses in its lack of
Thorough processing of experiences

Sorry - I haven't had time to reply (write the poem) but I will try to do so tomorrow.

T'sOK

anyway, how about an acrostic on abbreviations?

A shorten'd word using
Blatant means of
Bellit'ling one's intelligence
Relying on
Ev'ry
'Vailable
Shortcut

I'm actually quite proud of that... I don't know whether I should be, having broken one of the few conventions of acrostic poems by starting a phrase BEFORE A LETTER! Still, seems appropriate in this situation.

I got stuck with the one I was trying to write but yours gave me an idea
SHORTENED
Sometimes I think my lines get much too long,
Hang on there is seems to be something wrong,
Oh that I could make them shorter,
Re-work them by a quarter,
Take ev’ry other word out,
End lines with a rhyme,
Not ev’ry time,
Edit it,
Done it
!!!!!

Brilliant, just like -

Well, I can't resist

Myhtical
Animals
Gamely
Invoke
Challenges
And always
Lose

Sort 'n' sweet...

Sorry - I got stuck with the one I was trying to write. I haven't abandoned the thread - just be patient.

That's OK - You're the master at these, after all

WEll, best see what I can come up with...

Gigantic
Area
Laced with
Astronimical phenomena such as natural
X-ray emisssions and is enough to keep
You busy 'till at least midnight

A bit askew, but it'll do...

Sorry – I have been horribly busy and writing these things takes time and not having one’s brian totally preoccupied.

Mystical

“Meaning of life” intoned the sage
“You think it’s something you can guage?
Something tangible and finite
Take a piece of andalusite
Is it something you can see through?
Can you try define its hue?
All you see is through your eyes
Life is just one big surprise.

I bow to the master!

Maximum talent in
An area of
Speciality
That
Eclipses the
Rest and
Forms a glimpse of previously
Unexplored possibilities,
Like rhyming acrostic poems!

No and there seems to be but me and thee. You set the pace and the challenge. Please give me the weekend to think.

Take as ling as you like.

Meanwhile...

Tangibility of
It is
Mastered only by
Einstein's followers

Yogabiker - of course

You sit on a mat on the floor
Only thinking of what you adore
Gracefully stretching your spine
Amid frangrant incense devine
Beholding your bike in the yard
Imagining a yogabiking bard
Known for peace, poems, and seeing
Eternal truths and new ways of being
Rich with a life filled with meaning

An expression of
Pleasure in
Perceiving such a
Laudable piece of
Art used to give
Usefulness our
Sensation of
Enjoyment

Plussed and unaken with
Your commonplace experience
Ready specialists with
Omnivorous facility
Textualise
Exciting
Choral
Havoc
Not accounting
Innate
Cash conscious
Shambles

Welcome

Welcome to this crazy thread
Expect the rules to break your head
Leave all normal thoughts behind
Come on – open up your mind
Oh that others would subscribe
Maybe we could all imbibe
Emotions we cannot describe.

Sorry for the pause - there are a couple of others in the pipe-line, but I cannot write these things unless I have time to think.

This one has been in the back of my mind for the past couple of weeks.

Harry Burton (write the proper name and it will get yiked)

Hunting is a dangerous sport
All the rules are caref’ly taught.
Lest ever that you point your gun
Let off a shot and shoot someone
In aiming think before you pull
Be it at dog or lawyer fool
Unless of course you’re the VP
Rules don’t matter for such as he
Then the man who’s shot’s to blame
One less lawyer – what’s his name?
Never, ever let your gun – pointed be at anyone.

The other one - a project I am working on here.

SHANTYTOWNS

Stitched together paint –tins as fences,
Horrible rusty old sheets on the roof,
And anything used to make our defences,
Nothing done properly, the living proof
That tomorrow it all might be gone.
You live in a vacuum without any hope,
Taking what comes as it may,
Only a dollar to live on each day
We do what we like and the devil may care
Nobody, thinks –nobody sees
Shantytowns – like a fatal disease.

Good to see you in full flight, pbs!

Welcome njbarafulstril to the thread - it's good to have a third person in to help create new ides and acrostics.

Antecedents
Challenge the
Role
Of poems
Such as
These, and often claimed as
Illigitimate forms of expression. They
Choose not to note the

Poetic possibilities
Of jellybabies and
Exoskeletons, in association with
Many massaged messages of alliteration

Depression
Depending on the way we feel
Events can seem somewhat unreal
Pervasive thoughts invade our minds
Repressive things of many kinds
Especially in the mid of night
Satanic thoughts our mind doth blight
Sometimes we pray for break of day
If only night would go away
Oh that the sun will shine once more
Night’s dreaded fears sleep evermore.