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

nothing is something
but not really anything
yet still, quite a thing

let's go... lightbulbs in socks

i guess i should be doing toffee apples huh???

well...

red toffee apples
being eaten by a duck
sticky on the bill

now... next topic... lightbulbs in socks

lightbulbs in my socks
would not lift the fishy smell
nor lighten my steps!

nt: ambition

To be an eagle
And soar above the mountains!
That's my ambition.

Fish Fingers

How great with toast, yet
How wonderfully impossible,
A fish with fingers!

nt: the perfect date

For me, the perfect
Date has to be my birthday:
I get to eat cake.

(Sorry to be obtuse. Actually, I'm not.)

NT: photography

Capture this moment,
our island in time, beyond
cares of tomorrow.

nt: ancestors

Apes came before us
Learning to use tools and talk
And before them fish

NT: submarines

under the surface
silently stalking its prey
unseen it hunts on

next : moon

Sticking one's bottom
out of the taxi window.
Typical of Keith.

nt : ode to a speed camera

(Sorry to butt in, only I have to do this now and again, or my PS claims I've got minus-three-hundred-and-seventy-four unread entries...)

Captured at midnight
Driving fast on empty roads.
And justice is blind?

Pinniped, don't worry. I'm a butter-inner myself having only joined in this game/way of life recently. And what better topic than mooning for you to butt in, eh?
I'd like to take this opportunity to say hello to my fellow haiku-ists

A haiku hello
to the other seventeen
syllable poets.

Next up: cheesecake!

Who would have thought that
cheese and cake, a strange mixture,
would taste so scrummy?

nt: parents

(Thank you jonny, nice
to have you aboard this odd
sailing ship of ours!)

Separate bedrooms.
But it wasn't always so.
I'm the living proof.

(Can I just point out this is fictional. My folks are apparently still very happy together.)

Fiction

The facts of the mind
Twisted to form creations,
Fiction in the heart.

nt: outer space

Looking at the stars,
wondering why I am here,
truly god must know?


I wrote this...(aka Blizita's gf )


nt: squirrels

They are brown or red,
Cute and cuddley they're not
when they bite your nuts.


It's been exactly one year since I last posted here!!

nt: passing time

Passing time ticks by
I count the minutes until
I see you again.


The sense of smell

Where are all the posts?
Did this die a sudden death?
Time to do some more!

Sense of smell


Whence the researchers
who wrote haiku? Dead are they?
I smell their corpses.

Next: The best chocolate you've ever eaten

I'd rather not say.
It was stuck to someone, see?
Some time ago, that...

nt : dismemberment