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

Hi, Rick. Are you home now, or online in Bath? Did you get horribly wet today? I did. Were you eating your boiled egg in a Co-op, or were the eggs from the Co-op?

I've had a stupid day. I cleared out the guttering(wobbling on a high ladder!) and got wet and dirty. It was a horrid job. I even sort-of mended the guttering using some bits of broken tiles!!
Then I had a nasty fall down 5 large concrete steps. I've injured my right arm and hand(really impressive lump, and bruising from hand to elbow), and my back and legs and neck hurt a lot. Every part of me is aching. I have to go to hospital tomorrow, so I might ask them to check me out(if they will).

I got indoors and cried! Then I fell asleep for an hour on the couch. I haven't therefore been able to go to my home-group tonight, which I was looking forward to.

Gotta go back to sleep. I'm so tired.

Hi Polly,you should have gone to you local A and E unit

Good afternoon,Rick.

I saw my GP earlier. I am fine except for still being in shock. I shall be in pain for a few weeks yet.

I've been doodling on the MB's, but it is now time for a sleep. I shall bring the duvet into the sitting room, and cover me and Pixie with it. Hope your day is a happy one. Still in the field? Want to borrow my over-trousers and wellingtons?

Dear Valentine I send to you
A card to make your grey skys blue
With your warming smile, always on show
Your eyes give me, a summer's glow
I send to you a fragrant bouquet
Of fresh roses, just to say
What would it take, to make you mine?
To hold your hand, so divine
Kisses honeyed with a morning dew
Would ne'er ever be as sweet as you
So with no Shakespearian or Byronic line
Oh sweetest heart, will thou be mine?

Rick, that is gorgeous. It really is.



Ah, Valentine's Day. I expect that the postman will be overwhelmed at all the cards he will have to deliver here.




xx

Our children are like seeds
That travel their own way
You can only give them roots
you cannot make them stay....

Yet another profound poem.


May I have another Valentine poem please? I like to kid myself!!

When your life's becoming a bore
And you've got photo's of fat women on your fridge door
Hey girl
Give me a twirl
And,for a while
Maybe I can raise a smile?
Or get to know
Or better to show
I,love you.

And I love you too, funny Rick!

This sweet rose, I send to you
So subtle a fragrance, that is true
To tease a smile, from such sweet lips
Far sweeter, than any rosehips
Its such a thrill, to stand at your door
To know my heart, beats more and more
To see the secret, of your smile
Makes my day, so worthwhile
So please accept, this single flower
That was cultivated, for this hour
Just so I can wish, you'd be mine
For you've always been,my, Valentine

When someone leaves the lock off your cage
And you are of a certain age
You no longer feel like bolting out
You've lost the urge to whoop and shout
Have you forgotten all your dreams
Let go of them in babbling streams
Where above is pure blue sky
The buzz of hornet,bee and fly
Butterflys floating majestically
Airborne pollen we can see
The open fields where once you played
Are still there openly dispayed
As your dreams of rainbows end
I hope Im there with you my friend.

As the water licks away at the quay
Every second is also a part of me
As the solace I so much crave
Washes in with each undulating wave
Memories flow freely with pain
As my memory analyzes again
Future hopes seem so far away
As every single day I pray
Tomorrow Will deliver to me
The dream I desire so desperately
A chance to shine Like a star
Keeps drifting, far too far
As each wave fails to wash away
My desire to reach past today.

Good evening ladies,gents, may I say
Welcome this evening to the dramatis personae
Life, is Mr Easy He'll never pay a bill
Want, is Mrs Queasy, as ever always ill
Demand,Mr banker, with his constant sneer
Averice as ever terms and conditions, blatantly clear
Love,Mr Care, has something that has no measure,cost
Death,Mr Time it cant be measured till life's lost
Starvation,will be played by Mr poor
Debt,will collect all contributions at the door
Hope,will desert us in our hour of need
Poverty,Mr Stench, on our cadaver's feed.

Sorry Polly,Sometimes I just want to play.

Daylight cede's to a firelight glow
Just as the moon gives us a show
Shafts slither through my pane
As I see the old moon wane
Time to draw my curtains again
As all my love was in vain
Its only me, always alone
So used now, being on my own
Every day, the same old fears
Every night, filled with tears
Sweet sorrow why you curse me so
Only me and aching heart know
So my thoughts alone in bed
Rent the space within my head
If only life had lent us chance
We'd Ne'er again waste romance.

Your words cut deeper than the sharpest blade
Your decision that Im unworthy, already made
Yet for you, Im prepared to die
You'd never comprehend, why
You are my sunlight on the gloomiest day
My hope from sadness and disarray
My first thought of every waking day
The very air my beating heart could play
So this parting, with your every pace
Will burn my heart with palpable trace
The sun may still shine for every one
But for me?all hope of life is gone.

Lovely lovely poems, Rick. This page is full of them.

I'll never understand
Why just a touch
Can mean so much
From your hand
You make me quiver
Fill me with desire
Light my fire
Then I shiver
Every single hair
Tingles deliciously away
As I feel myself sway
Im on heavens stair
All the time we're apart
I still count each beat
Yearn your body heat
With every tweak of my heart.

With Spring only a spit away
The birds are now at play
Cherry blossom's tiny sprays
Lending us their fine displays
The daffodils are at an end
As downwards now their necks bend
This year they gave an early show
To steal upward from frost 'n'snow
Slugs 'n'snails and their trails
Leaving signs on slimy bins'n'pails
As ever tough as old boots
Eating all your new plants shoots
Though the always make the blood boil
I'll nay put chemical's on this soil
Sometimes my only defence
Is to whack 'em over my fence
You may all want your cats 'n' dogs
Me I'd settle for a few Hedgehogs
I cant wait to get pots'n' seeds
To attack with gusto them darn weeds
So come on Spring'n' hurry please
Puts some leaves on these bland trees.

Though THEY always make the blood boil