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

Prof!

Like some paintings, you don't have to understand it. Enjoy the shapes and the imagery.

Which are terrific.

Jabs

muchas gracias

Prof thanks for the link. It is a fascinating thread. I read the start and now the end, and sometime I will get to the rest

*Hunts around for more hours in a day without success*

Websailor

like I say to others Webbie, your welcome to add to it with your home grown verse or poem

the only stipulation is no copies of others works, it has to be home made

I think 'pomes' are out of my league Prof but you never know

Websailor

Here it is Prof, as you requested.

Pheloxi, faithful, kind and always true
Reassuring through and through
Insightful in your wise advice
Enthusiastic, sweet and nice
Noted for your smiling face
Dear friend, no one could take your place.
"I'll remember you in sunshine
Its rays warming earth and sky
I'll remember you in bird's graceful wings
As they glide and flutter by
I'll remember you in the summer breeze
And in softly falling rain
I'll remember you in dark storm clouds
The rainbow's picture frame
I'll remember you in blossoms and fields
And in gentle streams that flow
I'll remember you in all that lives...
All that brings life...that grows
I'll remember you in the mountains
When golden leaves fall at my feet ..."
"Moment by moment I'll remember you
You'll never be too far away
Because I'll keep you in my heart
Each and every day"

my thanks love

TT, that's an exceptional, emotionally moving poem. A very fine tribute indeed to an exceptional man.





Jabs

I’d prove it all

I’d walk on water, but the tide was out
I’d soar in the air, but too many clouds about
I’d make myself disappear, but no one around to see
I’d shout from the highest mountain, but no soul could hear
I’d dive to the depths of the ocean, but non can follow me
I’d swim inside a volcano, but who’d see through the steam
I’d run as fast as the wind, but be hidden by the dust
I’d prove it all to the world, but who believes a liar

I whish I cud rite inn rhim and verse
As gud a sonnet as Shakesspear did
Hand ave my werk immortalised
Annd played hon stages around the globe
Bhut alass I didnt nowa ‘im well
Too lern the triks ofv the traid
So ailse battel hon in hope forlawn
That won day hit will haul come together

As per your request, Prof... Thank you


This Poem



I've thought long and hard, and more today
About whether I should go or stay.
Some things are gathering in my way...
And so I write this poem.

Recently I've had problems with my health.
Others have been hit on their wealth.
Depression can creep up with such stealth...
And still I write this poem.

I can laugh and joke, even play the game;
I love this place. I will not flame!
The trolls these days are just too tame...
Just another verse to this poem.

With everything going on, and such;
I find things can become too much.
Bel, my wonderful friend, has been a crutch...
Now I cry as I write this poem.

So from The Post I must depart.
That fantastic place that gathers art;
With stories written from the heart...
I thank you all, as I end this poem.


lil xx

a gem if I do say so myself

I print this, with the kind permission of VV

in memory of Mike Hart - T.B.Falsename

..............Friendship.............

A friend never dies
But from us they are torn
A friendship never dies
It simply changes form

For in our hearts we all feel
The loss, the grief, the pain
But as friends, we will heal
And friendships will sustain

To Mike's family I must say
His friendship now we must all repay
For a friendship never dies
It simply changes form.

25/10/09 - mine


The Moon

The moonbeam walks over the seas without making a ripple
Waters glisten by it's shine with no sound to be made
Time is irrelevant to it's passing atop the waves
It follows it's well worn path of countless millennia
Never noticing mankind's impact of the planet beneath
It has no thoughts on how humans perceive it's gaze
No love or lunacy nor poems and verse
I'll shine each night while the suns sends it's rays
To bathe the earth with my midnight glow
Then comes the morning when you see me fade
But I shine forever as I move through space
My light shall remain until the sun goes out
And then my duty shall be finally complete

had it given, so don't know about copyright -stillner mind eh!

A SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS FAIRY

MERRY CHRISTMAS am a little fairy
On tap o1 the Christmas Tree
It's no1 a job I fancy
Well how would you like tae be me
A tarted up wi' tinsel
It's enough to mak ye boak
An a couple o' jaggy branches
Rammed up the back o1 your frock
An1 these wee lights a'roon me
I canna get my sleep
An' there's the yearly visit
Fae Santa - Big fat creep!
On Christmas Day I'm stuck up here
While you're a' wirin' in
An' naebody says "Hey you up there
Could you go a slug o' gin?
It's nae joke bein' a fairy
The job's beyond belief
You've got to go roon| the wean's beds
An' lift their rotten teeth
But o1 a' the joabs a fairy gets
An' I've mentioned only some
The very worst is sitting up a tree
Wi' pine needles up yir bum
When a1 the fairies meet again
By the light of the silvery moon
Ye can tell the Christmas fairies
They're the wans that canna sit doon
The Christmas tree's a bonny sight
As the firelight softly flickers
But think o' me I'm stuck up here
Wi' needles in my knickers
So soon as Christmas time's right by
An' I stop bein' sae full o' cheer
I'll get awa back tae Fairyland
An1 I'll see yous a' next year.

Sorry to be so lethargic:

A Pome

Posted Feb 10, 2009 by
PedanticBarSteward

Can We Be Forgiven

Can we be forgiven for the errors we have made?
Will the debts we owe the world be ever fully paid?
Can we hope the future will be better than before?
A world where everybody isn't just demanding more.

Can we ever hope that peace will reign supreme,
That living with each other isn't just a crazy dream?
Can we see the day when 'One God' means what it implies
And we can live together without xenophobic lies?

Can we see a day when there won't be 'black and whites'?
Can there be one day on earth when not one person fights?
Can there be a day when money all now spent on arms,
Is spent on starving mothers who have babies in their arms.

Can we see a day, when realising we are wrong,
We try to help the poor, and make the weakest strong,
To have a world where all of us can travel where we please,
Without the need for visas, or begging on our knees.

A wishful dream - the ramblings of a catatonic brain?
The dreams of the depressive, the ramblings of disdain?
Perhaps not - as it seems we have - at long, long, long last
A man within the White House who's an erudite half-caste.

If he was able to do what he wanted it just might happen, but there are too many vested interests against him.

You speak of a dream, and it may happen but not in our lifetime, and that's if the world is not destroyed by us first!

Have you read his books by the way? Written long before he had any thoughts of being President.

Websailor

nice one Ped' and thank you for adding it here

and time scale don't count here

I wrote a poem about a poem
I tried it in verse
I tried it in rhyme
four lines here and seven lines there
maybe a sonnet I'll try
this is getting a curse
the sun, the moon and stars
mines got cloud cover
love and hope, happiness and cheer
not a chance at every line
so I'll try another method instead
and pack it in and go to bed