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

A herd of humanists thunders by,
Seeking pie that's in the sky.
There's none to find.
They'll lose their mind.
I hope they've set a spare one by.

I wish that there was complete world peace
where everyone lives in harmony with all.
I wish that respect for Mother Gaia will increase
as we will all come together to respond to her call
by working with her and not against her.
I wish that we would replant the rain forests
including our woodlands from the Kapok to the fir
and that all our food would come from organically produced harvests.

We all feel young because we have all become well sung
in singing songs about eating cheese that tastes strong.
We feel energised when eating salads made with cold tongue
it helps us when we get together for our weekly sing along.

We are then free to disagree about what is the best singing song
as we put our heads together over a few bottles of chablis.
Our weekly soirees help us all to feel that we all belong
whether it be by the seaside or on a clothes shopping spree.

It makes our spirits soar as we shout out we all want more
of this wonderful experience of bonding together.
It helps our conversation skills and develop our rapport
when we feel light as a feather when having a good old blether.

The latest in the Very Verst of ~jwf~

'Lost In Cyberspace'

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~jwf~

We danced in the moon light, the waltz and the tango.
We drank the best Scotch whisky that made us feel frisky.
We frolicked on the meadow all covered in snow.
We dunked biscuits in our tea as we looked out to sea.
We came in laughing and rolled around on the floor.
We lit the candle stick whilst putting on our lipstick.
We hugged each other make our spirits soar.
We got our wands out and did fantastic magic tricks.
We conversed with our animal totem the wild boar.

I'm walking backward on hot coals.
I wish I could ride in my Rolls.
Too bad I have none.
These coals are no fun.
I'd like to enjoy roasted moles.

Rock on Jimmy, rock on until the break of dawn.
Rock on Jimmy, rock on with the groovy rock steady crew.
Rock on Jimmy, rock on with the gnome on the garden lawn.
Rock on Jimmy, rock on whenever you're at the hairdressing salon.

I planted popcorn in my lawn by mistake.
Extraterrestrials made crop signs there.
On hot nights, popping corn keeps me awake,
And aliens spy on me everywhere!

Brilliant poem Paul.

There is a big hole in my washing line pole.
There is a large tear in my silk headsquare.
There is a leak in my crystal glass punch bowl.
There is a splinter in my dining room chair.

Holes, tears, leaks and splinters.
Enough bad luck for three whole winters.

Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Why have I started sewing?
Why is my favourite colour green?
What is the meaning of life?
Is it to get the best kitchen knife?
Will I ever find answers to my questions?
Will I ever take part in the Mardi Gras processions?

Ma name is 'Nice Norman' the nostalgic bus driver
who's catchphrase for the day is 'Nae *bethered'.
Every few minutes I'm rewarded with a big kiss and a fiver
and an antique leather bound book that's well weathered.

"bethered - Scottish for bothered

[..lines created in the garden at the site of New Place in Stratford on National Poetry Day in the UK.....]

All the world’s a stage,
But what, I ask, is worse?
We’re booked for one show only,
And given no chance to rehearse.

The wonders of Mother Nature greatly inspire me
from the awe-inspiring mountains to the tranquil lochs.
It refreshes my inner being and sets my spirit free
when listening to birds sing on my countryside walks.

Doth sound like a defect;
for practise makes prefect
and one wants to impress
when not printing our mess
-ages.


~jwf~

This whirled is indeed a crowded stage!


~jwf~

Brilliant poetry JWF.

Let's all do the high five with Clive.
Let's all jive with members of the Borg Hive.
Let's all wink at our pet mink when having a drink.
Let's all have a deep think by the kitchen sink.

The poems in this thread
Might well fill one with dread,
Ranging from the pits to awful,
Though all are completely lawful.

I move to the right when listening to my neighbour's plight
about the problems in finding thermal or woolen tights.
I then move again when I meditate like a serene Jedi knight
when watching the awesome display of the Northern Lights.

I love to enterain friends by wining and dining every night at nine.
I love to converse with doves cooing when they're flying above.
I love to look for heavenly signs when visiting Newcastle upon Tyne
I love to wander around the coastal cove and the mangrove.