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

Love oh how my heart has bled for you
Wrung out to dry ,speared through
For every kiss I have paid a price
For you've never been nasty always nice
Were you not worthy of so much pain
My dear heart could ne'er beat again
With every teasing twinkle in an eye
Love lusts before we can ask why
Passion,guiltless turns to fools
Those who endeavour to play by rules
For even as my broken wont seem to heal
The more it beats the more it yearns to feel.

Mother nature's in no rush
Too make my old chestnut blush
So many colours its branches bear
I'm so lucky just to be there
There to witness this wonderous sight
Like a painting that catches the light
Rust,greens,yellows with a hint of red
Tease like starbursts in the head
To see the beauty without a sound
As spend old leaves float to ground
To tease the worms and feed the soil
An elixir that is nature's oil.

Real tears are always from the heart
They're shed when our world falls apart
In a world filled with sadness and lies
Tears help to see clearly with our own eyes
They wash clean a window that lets in the light
That can recognise a certainty might be a might.

Dear Rick,

I haven't seen you yet at the 'other place'. Please do visit. There are all kinds of threads to join ~~ limericks, gardening (you are needed there), old films..... I get in a bit of a mix-up with things but it is fun.

Hi Polly

The tears of the few
Are lost amongst the many
Too soon we forget our youth
Only to dwell on old thoughts
A smile is miles away
When depression leaks from the soul
Though I see your tears
A pain that's palpable
Tears are yours
Yours,alone?

As Autumn bares the branches
Of Chestnut and Sycamore
I skip on this wonderous carpet
Swirling lively on nature's floor
Hedgerows emit a familiar scent
With a seasoning dank and musty
As I clear leaves with every stride
Leaves cling all red and rusty
The yields hang in clusters
Heavy crops bend each tiny bough
Berries that tempt the eye to eat
Though I should know better now
Soon I see a vista
I haven't seen for a while
I view through empty trees
For mile after mile after mile.

Each passing day gets colder
Night comes earlier every day
Though the sun seems to smoulder
Less heat's coming our way
Otober nights are cooling
Drapes drawn still show a glow
Mist with the dew pooling
Not quite enough too flow
In the house all is rosey
I appreciate the fire
To keep the room cosy
To stimulate my desire
To wait for tomorrow
Starting with a blank page
With no joy or sorrow
Just another day too age.

Trees have put on their best coats
A truly wonderous display
So many splendid colours
How does one explain the array
Ochre,green,yellow and red
The slightest hint of pink
Copper,purple and silver
An Autumnal rainbow I think
Ahh nature's pallet
Is ohh so plentyful
Scenery so breathtaking
A kaleidoscopic spectacle

You know it's so easy
To feel that you are aloof
To see the worst in everyone
Without a sign of proof
Dont look down on anyone
Unless it's to see them arise
Then you may see humanity
Through anothers eyes

Too soon my rose your petals fade
Bleached by sun free from shade
Where honey bees rolled had their fill
In your nectar yearning insects swill
Ever graceful,fragrant,beautious
Grateful are we you shared with us
A perfume delicate to tease one's nose
So much so I do propose dear rose
To collect your floating petals as they fall
Treasure them a potpourri in my hall
So my home is too reminiscent
Of you dear rose truely heaven sent

As the bird pecks it's food it's true
One eye on the food 'n' one on you
If I could be a Raven for just one day
I wouldn't stay here I'd fly away
Away to a land of sweet fruit trees
Were I could float in a thermal breeze
Soaring high floating on air
Away from my drudgery,'n' despair
My dreams are Dandelion clocks in the wind
For when I awaken they always rescind
Taking me back to a dull reality
Where I watch the Raven as it watches me...

When your life is really tough
Your best's, not quite good enough
Relax,give youself a while
Try to muster your best smile
For any hurt life deals to you
That rusty knife will hurt tis true
Sometimes we can learn from pain
Ne'er to make those mistakes again
But yearn to see a new days sun
For when that bright new day has begun
The light will still hurt your eyes
This will come as no big suprise
As even the brightest star so bright
Cannot be seen through sweet sunlight
With all its supreme welcoming glow
You'll know,your life's better lived slow.

When you feel your love is lost
You,cant win at any cost
Every corner that you turn
Hurts so much your finger's burn
Reflect upon those early days
Love so wonderous in so many ways
So proud so tall before your fall
You gave all yet now your small
Second choice in your lover's heart
Wretched,unwillingly,apart
To feel every hour,second of each day
The breath in you slowly eke away
Yet still you breathe for it is true
Love is not lost it doesn't, belong to you.

Our little children
The most precious we'll ever hold
From the first time we see them
Their memories are pure gold
Not because they're the future
With intrepidation watching every pace
We try to teach them our mistakes
But they learn from the human race
They are the tiny bundles
That weigh heavy in our arms at night
As we substitute their tears for fears
They are reckless with delight
From aching arms to aching hearts
We see them walk away
Though we know they are all right
We still fear for them each day
Then come the grandchildren
This is payback time
For all those sleepless nights
Are now theirs and not mine
Yet still I hope that my life
Will be really good to me
When my road comes to an end
All their faces I will see.

( brain otherwise engaged)
Our little children
The most precious we'll ever hold
From the first time we see them
Their memories are pure gold
Not because they're the future
With trepidation watching every pace
We try to teach them our mistakes
But they learn from the human race
They are the tiny bundles
That weigh heavy in our arms at night
As we substitute their tears for fears
They are reckless with delight
From aching arms to aching hearts
We see them walk away
Though we know they are all right
We still fear for them each day
Then come the grandchildren
This is payback time
For all those sleepless nights
Are now theirs and not mine
Yet still I hope that my life
Will be really good to me
When my road comes to an end
All their faces I will see.

Yesterday's ghosts
Are still powerful today
If we deny progress
To stand in their way
The sins of the father
Become sins of the son
Too soon we'll know
Hatred has won.

Sometimes when we ask ourselves why
When we want to be strong, we just cry
Because strength,is not what makes a man
Emotions,are what make us all human
The power that oozes, from the breast
Is what seperates us, from the rest
The beast dwells inside the mind
Remains fettered,in the humankind
A soul that's challenged everyday
Must always stay,closeted,locked away.

On a lonely road
In a lonely place
A lonely soul
Waits to see your face
A pair of eyes
Waits to see your smile
A pair of arms
Haven't held you in a while
These warm lips
Wait to feel you breathe
A tiny voice
Begged you never leave
While my beating heart
Finds it hard to cope
With each new beat
there is still hope.

Evening devours the remnants of the day
A final closure on a volcanic red display
On the horizon is the smallest streak of red
Time for night to put the day to bed
Our feathered friends all nested down
Leafless trees now black not brown
An eerie glow soon with its waxing light
As moonlight punches another hole in the night.

Hi Rikii. No-one seems to read my 'poetry' threads - and who can blame them? - so I thought I'd post this here. At least you might read it - and weep.

I telephoned my aunt because I know she's not been well,
But will she see a doctor? will she hell!
Tho' I love her to bits, she's as stubborn as it gets;
I was just wasting my breath, the truth to tell.

She's far too independent for a woman of her years
And she needs more help than she will ever own;
Unlike you and me she has no virtual company
And I think she spends too many hours alone.

Still I'm glad I rang her up and had one final chat,
Even tho' I couldn't make her change her mind.
She asked about the fam'ly and I put her straight on that;
I reassured her we're all doing fine.

But I got my tenses wrong when I started on this song -
The past imperfect might have been more right.
When I talked with that old girl, she sounded weary of the world:
Now she's gone gentle into that Goodnight.
A woman of her age had no strength left to rage
Against the dismal dying of the light.

She just lay down and died with nobody at her side
And no fire left to keep her from the cold.
She just lay down and died with that emptiness inside
That comes to everyone who's grown too old.