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

If you wear a holy water charm
You won't come to any grisly harm
No gremlins will get you
Hobgoblins won't pet you
In the cold night air
Where
Small devils play
To scare away the last fingers of day
With dreadful night
With their games that really aren't quite right
That just aren't fair:
One is called shadowlight
One is called misery, one's called pain,
One is dead man's fright
- They play that one again and again,
Again and again and again.

Next: Work

I work overtime. Slowly hours pass.
I long for the taste of in my glass.
Work is the curse of the drinking class.

(Mine)

Next topic: January thaw

January thaw
February
March
April
May
June
July
Augutht
Theptember
October
November
Dethember
Like Banquo'th descendanth,
In Macbeth,
Thtanding in a row.

'I think I 'll jutht thtay
For thirty-one dayth'
He thaid
Thadly,
'And then I'll have to go.'

Is having to go the next topic, then?

Very well:

Every time we say goodbye,
I think of apple blossoms,
Wilted, falling from the sky.
(Poor little possumes! )

Next topic: Icy winds

"Next topic January thaw"

Look at my first line Paul.

Jab

Let's continue from either 243 or 244, or preferably both.

"Next topic January thaw" was the last line of *my* post, Jabberwock.

Then you did a long poem on the topic of "January thaw."

You didn't give a next topic.....

Ah, je comprends. It's early in the morning here, Paul. Thorry.

Jab

Next topic: icy winds

[time check: it's actually in the evening here. Haven't been to bed for 2 days: end of time check]

the topic:icy winds.


Who are we.

We are but grains of sand, in the vastness of the universe.
blown by the winds of space, on a journey never able to finish.
For we are bent on self destruction, aided by mother nature herself.
Mankind in all his so called wisdom, has thrown the balance in disarray.
The quest for greed and power, robs him of his self dignity.
Always blinded to the needs of others, he will kill many who stand in his way.
But take thought for the future mankind, when one day you will cease to exist.
No one to read your historical legacy, nothing but dust will remain in your place.


mine.


subject: whispers

Soft voices in my mind,
Whispering thoughts to stir my soul.
Where come you from, why do I find
Your words disturbing, knowing I do not control
The strange emotions floating through my head?
Perhaps sleep will still the voices, and so to bed.

KL

Next...drinking.

In ecstacy the earth
Drank the silver sunlight;
In ecstacy the skaters
Drank the wine of speed;
In ecstacy we laughed
Drinking the wine of love.
Had not the music of our joy
Sounded its highest note?
But no,
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said,
"Oh look!"
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple,
Fearless and gay as our love,
A bluejay cocked his crest!
Oh who can tell the range of joy
Or set the bounds of beauty?

[A Winter Bluejay: Sara Teasdale]


Next: Surprised By Joy

Sorry to be so unoriginal...



Surprised by joy -- impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport -- Oh! with whom
But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind --
But how could I forget thee? Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss? -- That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

[William Wordsworth]


Next topic: gambling.

there's nothing to apologise for Snailrind

Not at all - that was the one I was hoping for!

Jab

Gambling

A roll of the dice to settle our fate.
A card from the deck we pick.
All life is a gamble, now early, then late,
As long as you live and can kick.

Next topic: winter blues

January brings me down
I couldn't get more down
without getting on my hands and knees
and crawling around
Hey - that's not such a bad idea.

I'm low
Everything I do is slow
I couldn't get lower without
jumping in the wild lake and sinking
Hey - that's not such a bad idea

I'm lonely and cold
I couldn't get more lonely and cold
without climbing the nearest tall scaffolding
ready to jump
Hey -



[Orig.] Next: art

I paint a picture of a toad,
Sitting on a busy road,
Dressed in bright canary coat,
Talking to a purple goat.

In the background, mountains rise,
Wearing suitcoats, shirts, and ties.
Such a painting! I shall cart
It to the Museum of Bad Art!

Next topic: Winter sunsets.

A Winter's Tale....


I will go down to the woods tonight,
And there shall long remain.
With neither sound nor flickering light,
Until the dawning of the day.

For within that ebon fastness lies,
A many pillared hall.
Where through silence and sacrifice,
I may hear the elf king’s call.

And as I listen to that ancient lay,
I may see a silver field.
That ne’er suffered mankind’s sway,
Where none but to honour yield.

Perhaps I shall walk the faerie path,
That wends through that sweet meadow,
And come at last to the elf king’s rath,
To be greeted as friend and fellow.

There see laid upon damasked tables bright,
A feast for the Holly Lord,
There to dance away the solstice night,
Upon the moon dappled sward.

But with the morn I shall awake,
Turned ancient by the frost,
To my home my feet will make,
Tears freezing for what we’ve lost.

For what glory lies in man’s great splendour,
If he cannot see beauty in the dark night,
And measures worth by what he can squander,
Instead of what he can make good and right.

So ring out your noisesome solstice bells,
For the turning of the year,
But reflect on what the darkness tells,
It is the greed we must truly fear.

my friends.
Matholwch - Resident Druid of this Parish .
Many Solstice Blessings


subject: air

Inspiration's in my grasp
Every time I take a gasp.



(That was a short one, but it was all about air and breathing )

Next topic:

Snow