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

I'd like to share a pie with you,
As long as there's enough for two;
But if I chance to bite your throat,
Remember that I'm just a stoat.

My upstairs neighbour really loves shouting
whenever she's on the phone pouting
and all the DIY she has done especially the grouting
on her bathroom tiles which has plants sprouting
out of them that smell like joss sticks and garlic.

Throw a yule log on the fire
While we all conspire
To pretend we've been good this year.
Santa's full of Christmas cheer.

He'll think we've not been bad.
The truth, alas, is sad.
We'll claim temporary insanity,
And open our gifts with glee.

soothing the rain
life with no brain
read a god book
put your cares on a hook
when enlightened return
your grey mass from it's urn
and once more feel the rain
and your head take the strain
with a cavalier smile
at your minds unchecked wile
your revived till next time
when you need pull the grey plug
zen no mind with no brain
the simple life unplugged

Will there be enough bad poetry in 2012?
Or enough rain, for that matter?
Plus, we'll need enough air, food,
And chcolate. Who cares if we're fatter?

St Stephen stoned on "Boxing Day"
The very first Chirstian matyr
I have just run out of sweets
And am sure i'm a kilo smarter
Than when with innocent mind
I finnished the last daily grind
In the night air the magic cast
Lingering from many Christmas's past
Now it's the want of friend and family
No longer motivated by clockwork greed
Santas, reindeer and twinkling trees
Presents gadgets, the latest toys
Still i know not who was St Stephen!

Great poems Myk6629129AKALoftskywalker and Paul.

There are many roads to go down to gain life's crown
and to discover one's true purpose in life
by not taking life too serious but be like a clown
through being laid back when faced with anguish and strife.

You take the high road,
And I'll take the low road.
You might meet Tom Joad.
I'll be abducted by a toad

And end up on a desert isle .
I think I'll delay this for a while.

if you spill my beer - i will not cheer
if you bend your knees and sink down low
ride the bumps like a cool pro
collect a grateful smile and useful tip

right at this moment
i sit on a chair
in an alpine meadow
the peaks surround me
snow capped piles of books
and cliffs of carboard boxes
the wind picks up
with it a blizzard of paper scraps
a phone rings somewhere in the valley
a digital display silently counts
a table lamp with head bowed waits
to banish the oncoming evening
if i can find its switch
buried in the deep snow

hey thanks Paul, just noticed we got new smileys

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Good poem

All I want for the New Year is to make my debut
playing my kazoo at my zoo with a kangaroo called Edu.
Edu's my partner from the Baku
and he makes the best chocolate fondue
for me and my back up group the 'Rock Steady Crew'.

I still try wite bad verse things.
Plaster. omogenized milk. Three Kings.
Erudition I is not got, not much!
Now I try make fun of the Dutch.

[Does they lives in Peru or Monaco?]

sweet potatoes dug outta the siol
wrapped in shiny coloured tin foil
one tastes like coffee , one tastes like fudge
after 3 days trying , i'm addicted to spuds

sing out
it's raining sandwiches!
the forcast for tomorrow is warm fudge
the pond is full of hot sweet tea
my rooms awash with strawberries and cold cream
i better take my washing in
there's a cloud of Swiss-cheese blowing this way
It's turned out such a lovely day!

Thanks Jabs!

Here's one for you Jabs

See my note at the end also

Does reading great philosophy
Make life's journey - less bumpy?
Can the words from ancient times
once learned by heart - help to stop crimes?
Does knowing what is logical
help the will - that strays from good?
How can we mortal human beings
from lofty ideals - make bread from dreams?
How can the thought that makes most sense
wake up the sleeper - from slumber dense ?
Does learning a high moral code
help make right decisions - into right actions bold?

I was wondering the other day about the true value of studying
philosophy and was going to get round to asking you some time.

The above poem is in no way meant to be disparaging to philosphers - quite the reverse.

That's very perceptive, myk. Ask away - leave me a message - you're already halfway there.
You actually sound like you would get on well with Socrates

Jabs

I am sure i would!

Good Evening Jabs!

I wonder is the magic of the ancients still alive today?
I mean the great philosophers of our day and of modern times;
do they possess such heavenly insight;
told with such irrisistible logic, and human aproachable air?