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

Animal, i know you are, great stuff; keep on with the poetry. Do you fancy a quick MSN session?

zdt

no disrespect Terri, I'm starting to tow on here, I've opened a bottle of whisky tonight and its hic and blink time

Take some water to bed with you mate, or tomorrow it will be time!!!!

Sweet dreams m'dear!

zdt

purely medicial, just got shut of ear infection and alcohol kills germs

7/06/2005 What could be verse....

I start a poem and write a few lines,
but then the flow subsides.
I try to write down the words, to say how I feel,
but between the heart and the pen
the outcome does not read the same.
To hear the lark call early morn,
to lift my head,from dreams I'm torn.
A new day beckons with sun full shine.
Again I stop,why is this so,
the thoughts in my head speak the same language.
But will not transfer to paper by my hand.
How can I write of life and love
and things around me,that I see and hear.
To show my feelings, from deep inside,
only to freeze at my fingers end.
Where are the powers to cast my thoughts,
to be read as they were intended.
The time has come to close my eyes,
looks like another poem has now been ended.

That's life..

He Visits.....


He visits her daily. He combs her hair.
She lies back and they hold hands.
They laugh together as she lies there.
He looks at both their wedding bands.


He visits her daily. He look at her.
He is remembering their special days.
He looks down as she lies there.
Recalling her smile and her ways.


He visits her daily. He strokes the stone.
He waters the flowers.
He hates being alone.
He visits her daily......

This journal is open to anyone who would like to enter a poem or verse, it is a collection that covers a wide spectrum.

Snowdrop brings fury,
Close the silken door lost soul.
Feel the silent air.

My Friend.



My friend has invited me to say
whatever I want, in my own sweet way.
Whether it be sad, or truly gritty,
I will even attempt to say things witty.


My friend is a nutcase, we must agree.
To allow free access for lil ol' me,
I cannot fault him, my friend, my pal.
For we all know him as Animal.

Hootoo!!


Hootoo can be fun and crazy!
It can also make you very lazy.
For I would prefer to have fun
rather than working in the sun.

The dishes unwashed, lie in the sink.
I'll do 'em later, or so I think.
I bounce through the threads. Yes! I fly!!
Oh Dear!! Hubby's home. I must eat humble pie!

Yes dear, I know. I looked before
at the washing behind the bedroom door.
I crinkle my nose. I smile and grin.
I ask "Just another hour on Hootoo?" I Win!!!!

wrote for:-
abbi normal -the power of love can over come the love of power-Dr Frankenstein where are you?


Time is the enemy,be it night or by day.
Distance being the dictator, rules the game that we play.
We talk most often, though never have met.
Being poor in the world, is my only regret.
A world of two halves, we're on opposite sides.
The Atlantic between us, so equaly divides.
So who is this person, someday hope to meet.
Walk up to her, with a smile I will greet.
A lady from Denver, so wise and with grace.
Step out of line, I'll be put in my place.
Abbi's the name, to come to my mind.
I've deepest respect, for this lady so kind.
Others who know, will all say the same.
She's worth a million dollars, it doesn't rhyme but who cares.

Thank you Manimal, you are a kind hearted "grasshopper"
Tis a pleasure to know you.

Time zones are quite annoying, aren't they? I say we should cancel them all and all be online at the same time.

did an ooops though!

"Others who know, will all say the same."
should have been:-"Others who know her"

Mistakes....


Are we infallable? Of course not!
As we write our brains become hot.
We attempt to post things that are right,
but then we find a mistake from last night.
Carry on my friend..
We will not end...
When we find we make
a genuine mistake.


lil xx

Hello my friend

Morning again.

Twelve minutes past twelve ante meridian, is that all it is
But only in my corner of the planet
Its dark, but the sun has not gone to sleep.
How can it, the fire burns close to forever.

Nineteen minutes past twelve ante meridian,
Isn’t it fun, body and mind arguing?
Keep going! No! Sleep! Two programs in conflict,
Shadows merge, one eye closes.

Twenty three minutes past twelve ante meridian,
Do I really need sleep; my mind will not shut down.
Though the body insists re-charge now.
Who controls the allotted time, artificial light being the ruler?’

Twenty seven minutes past twelve ante meridian,
I lie with pen in hand, to speak words on to paper.
Do I know in advance, the answers no,
But write I must, about what, merely to babble on nothing.

Thirty three minutes past twelve ante meridian,
Is it correct that this must rhyme, to follow standards set by man?
Looking at the clock tells me nothing, a numbers changed,
As throughout the world the same event happens.

Twenty two to one ante meridian,
I think, but not so sure, I’ll write in a minute.
Peaceful moment.

Four thirty ante meridian, bird’s early call, day comes round again.
My head lies next to the writing pad,
While the pen rests under my chest.
Gather my thoughts, for to finish this verse.

Fifteen minutes to five ante meridian,
Eyes will not close again, writing is almost complete.
Rises from the nights slumbers,
Kettle on, for my mouth to greet.

I’ve written a poem, which does not rhyme.
Not all do, at least its mine...

Been in a bit of a reflective mood again.. sorry folks



Father's Day.


We wish him well
We wish him cheer
We love our Dad
We keep him near


There is sadness this year
That we all share
Dad is heartbroken
To watch is hard to bear


We are told with time
The ache will wane
That memories will bring
us happiness again


Perhaps next year
All being well
We can put it aside
As our personal Hell


We wish him well
We wish him cheer
We love our Dad
We keep him near