"It wasn't the Exxon Valdez captain's driving that caused the Alaskan oil spill.  It was yours." 

H is for - Haven't got any Hydrogen
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What on earth is the solution
without causing air pollution
to the question of propulsion
without causing the expulsion
of enormous clouds of gases
highly toxic to the masses?

(Buy a Prius and feel pious? Nah!)

The,
hydrogen cause is rising
well, that hardly is surprising
the element's so abundant
will it make oil redundant?
Well I'm told it's just a carrier
and that really is the barrier
not to mention infrastructure.
(p.s. Ladybird want to book yer.)

So,I'm cancelling the Clarity,
'twould be the subject of hilarity.
Till I can find a *HP source,
I'm going to buy myself a horse!

Elaine x      (*Hydrogen plentiful)

Sonnet
Richard Elwes

I have been greeted by long absent friends
and loved the starting pleasure in their eyes;
have known the silence as the singer ends,
holding the listeners dumb with ecstasies;
have filled my nostrils from the opening rose,
have shouted verse, exulting, down the wind,
have gazed at moonlit water as it flows,
and morning mountains with the sun behind;
have felt the blessed ease that follows pain,
and heard great tides of music as they sweep;
have found lost infant memories again,
seen Heaven-visiting children fast asleep.
I summon up these joys, each one apart-
and I have held my love against my heart.

My still much missed, old cat, Mariella Foss-Trop.
As a  kitten, she was left to die.
We rescued her and  had her with us for thirteen years.

'I took a chair and threw it...'
Felix Dennis

I took a chair and threw it
Across my unmade bed
When I returned one evening,
To find my old cat dead.

Yet when an ailing neighbour
Passed on - no missiles flew.
The ties that bind are stronger
Than what we tie them to.

A few days by the sea...

Astrophel and Stella: I
Sir Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows;
And others' feet still seem'd but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."

Whatnot Superman
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They're hanging on your every word
- how absurd!
Your pedestal begins to rock
- such a shock!

They can't believe that you're not perfect
- Mr May?
I never thought you were from Stepford
- anyway.

Sometimes you get caught saying it
- as it is
And bite the hand that feeds you, well
- that's showbiz

In comparison, smarter, richer, luckier
- you may be
If we're born equal, then you are no
- better than me!

For all your faults I'll always love you
- as a fan
As after all, alas alack you're
- just a man!

MY LADY CARRIES LOVE WITHIN HER EYES
by: Dante Alighieri

My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Upon her path men turn to gaze at her;
He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise,
And droops his troubled visage, full of sighs,
And of his evil heart is then aware:
Hate loves, and pride becomes a worshiper.
O women, help to praise her in somewise.
Humbleness, and the hope that hopeth well,
By speech of hers into the mind are brought,
And who beholds is blessèd oftenwhiles,
The look she hath when she a little smiles
Cannot be said, nor holden in the thought;
'Tis such a new and gracious miracle.

Hafiz

The rose is not the rose unless thou see;
Without good wine, spring is not spring for me.

Without thou tulip cheek, the gracious air
Of gardens and of meadows is not fair.

The rosy limbs, unless I may embrace,
Lose for my longing eyes full half their grace;

Nor does thy scarlet mouth with honey drip
Unless I taste it's honey, lip to lip.

Vainly the cypress in the zephyr sways,
Unless the nightingale be there to praise.

Nothing the mind imagines can be fair,
Except the picture that it makes of her.

Hidden Flame
John Dryden

I FEED a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
My heart 's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
To be more happy I dare not aspire,
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.