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

I lie, contemplating the atoms of the universe,
concluding that tomorrow is as far away as yesterday
and the past is nearer than the future.
For the window of life is clouded over.
Man unable to see that time is a glimpse into nothing.
Forfeiting the right to inherit the earth.
Destiny only holds oblivion, his soul left him, the day of his birth.
Will he clean the window, or leave his only legacy! dust!!.
The answer is only hours away.

mine.


subject:what is life

A life is a life. It comes and it goes.
Paint yourself purple, or go smell a rose.
Go drive a schoolbus, or ride on a yak.
What you put in equals what you get back.

Learn some life lessons, or ask a guru.
Who has the answers? I don't know, do you?
Think of the things that you learned at Mom's knee.
Always say "Please" when you're asked out to tea.

Always say "Thank you" when asked for your cash.
Pray when your car spins around and you crash.
Don't make a pig of yourself at the table.
Don't believe pols when they tell you a fable.

Next topic: My socks don't match, and I only have this one pair

Author's note: As the fashion was lately to have excellent, long poems instead of short, I thought I'd do just one long one while the fashion's still fresh in the memory. Back to short ones after this.


Sweetmeat and Rough Boy
Had a fight
On Tuesday – or was it
Thursday night
Concerning the morals
Of Miss Princess Beasley
Who Rough Boy said
Gives in too easily
While Sweetmeat said
You can’t say yes
To that about
A real Princess
Real? Said Rough
That’s just her name
The genuine article
Ain’t the same

They squared up to each other
Round the back
In the car park of
Ye Old Woolsack
Soon Sweetmeat landed
One on the jaw
In Chaucerian American
Rough was well sore
Then the struggle limped on
For fully ten minutes
They were both unfit
There wasn’t much in it
Till Rough he crossed one
With his left -
Young Sweetmeat he was
Quite bereft
Of breath and of the will
To fight
And so they declared that
Rough was right:
It had begun
You guessed it – to rain
And Sweets was averse
To any real pain.

Which left the honour
Of Miss Princess
To anybody’s
Idle guess
While Sweets and Rough
Now friends again
Went in for a pint
And out of the rain


And the moral of this tale is - beware!
My socks don't match, and I only have this pair,
And to make it worse, I really don't care!


Next: Twilight

Terrific Jab.

I enjoyed that.

this thread started in 2006 and itstherefore in 2007 it can only get better.

My best wishes to all for 2007 and beyond

Gee thanks

I must say I had some fun parachuting stereotypical Black characters into a stereotypical non-Black situation.

Thanks too to the Prof, as always. May you have the best 2007 you've ever had, Prof!

Regards,

Jab

2007 can chuck anything it wants, I'm ready with a fist full of smiles
http://www.superlaugh.com/1/behappy.htm/

When twilight comes,
When slowly tiny stars begin to wink,
And thoughts of undone tasks nag at your mind,
You say, "Enough! I'll start them right away, tomorrow,"
then loaf some more.
You think, "Oh, one day more is gone to waste!"
You watch the twilight deepen.
You think some more,
Till eyelids droop, and...


Next topic: what to do first when the morning comes

First Thing in the Morning

From Waterloo to Timbuctu
Both elite and multitude, this is what they do:
Simultaneously, a chorus of sea waves, at a Quarter to
They turn over, for that extra moment or two.


Next: Storms

Storms in a teacup,
Storms out to sea.
Storms are a muck up
Wherever they may be.
I like my weather nice and fine
With gentle zephyrs warm,
And crusty bread and blood red wine.
You can keep your ruddy storm!

Next..General frivolity.

ACT 4 SCENE 6

Someone once said, all the world is a stage and we are merely the actors.
Well!! somewhere in the play I've fallen into the musicians pit.
Still, I might get out in time to see the last act.
Hoping that the trombone player, doesn't need to play for a while.
Life is a bit of a downer really, we are born to die!! then someone
will say "never mind, the future might be better".
Do they know of immortality, are they that confident, that I have the time to boil an egg.
On the strength of it, I've set the timer on the video for 6 programs 1 year ahead.
I've also bought 12,000 last years calenders, cheap!!.
The reality of time travel and I can make some money,
to build a safety net over that bloody pit.
I'm not daft enough to fall for it twice.
I will not need the operation to remove the trombone then!.
Why am I in this play??, never saw the script, just been ad libbing.
Wonder if I should have said 'ouch' when I fell into the pit.
But I'm gonna save myself falling in,
so who cares anyway.....not me.


mine.
subject: vacuum/s( holes)

Excellent, Prof - profound words with a smile - about frivolity

Jab

(I must stop this feedback stuff - I think the thread flows much better without them - but I can't help feeling that these poems are amazing - and that doesn't only apply to the ones I've commented on)

if it's daft, I fill that category well

Not daft at all, Prof!

Jab

Purple holes, magenta holes, even baby blue.
A golfer knows of holes in one, and even holes in two.
If you're like me, you've two or three that nestle in your heart.
The world we know is full of holes. We need them for our art.

Next topic: Lightness of being.

Light can be better than heavy
Try running for a bus
One with the wings of Mercury
t'other like a hippopotamus

Heavy can be better than light
Try standing sideways
Instead of being disappearingly thin
You can take up reassuringly wide space


Next: Unbearable

It can be unbearable
The way the plastic wrap on a chocolate box
Can be untearable;
The way the clothes you bought, when you get them home,
Can be unwearable;
And the curses on your tongue because of present company,
Can be unswearable.
Un-blurry-bearable!

KL.

Next..Victory.

a form of victory




Our birth was on a fertile land,
the reason of our being still unknown,
thousands of years we sweat and toil and milliard times our lives were taken.
We will not yield nor bow or break,
for we are mankind and shall not move.
Are we alone, a question unanswered but hear our voice, we speak as one.
We came on land and water fair,
where we bear the pain of suffering together.
Many questions, no answers due, for nature we can not tame.
Our breath doth feed the cycle, that life has given this world.
For we are mankind and shall not move,
for we are mankind and shall not move

mine.

subjecthad to get this one in)passing wind


A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud.

A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known,
To sound just like a song.

Some farts do not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger awhile.

A fart can create
A most-curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, but deadly.

A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone
With strange looks on their faces.

From wide-open prairies,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of us
Sooner or later.

So be not afraid
Of the invisible gas,
For always remember,
That farts, too, shall pass.

unknown author.

subject: John Wayne

With out him the West
Would have been lost
Along with the second world war;
He didn't raise an eyebrow,
Unlike Rodger Moore.
orig.
Charm.