Annoncing my poem! You jey!

I agree that the Yeats parody is excellent but I think we should withold our praise. I think this has been done simply by running Yeats through the Babel translator twice: once out of English and the next time back in. I've seen the hilarious results of Babel before, and this is exactly the kind of thing you get. Sorry to ruin the fun, but this is just mechanically produced hilarity. :rolleyes:
 
Eluard said:
I agree that the Yeats parody is excellent but I think we should withold our praise. I think this has been done simply by running Yeats through the Babel translator twice: once out of English and the next time back in. I've seen the hilarious results of Babel before, and this is exactly the kind of thing you get. Sorry to ruin the fun, but this is just mechanically produced hilarity. :rolleyes:
:D:D:D:D!!!!!!

Eluard here is revaled is skepic!!!!! No wondwer he is thoughyt of thinkingly as lurker. Talks slow, reveals muck. Nothing is so clear to us as unfellyness.

My poemististly shown to be ultimately clevr!!!! Good meta gfors and mtonmeny. I control the horiztnal and vertical. DO NOT ADJUNCTY OUR TV SET!!!!!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!~

Liteotica her is shown to be helpmet. I canot be full fan as we are not all equell.

:coll:L:cool::cool::cool:
 
unpredictablebijou said:
how are you at prosodomy?

bijou
I'm and a dominant and prose-based. I may, and will :D, mindly control any prososubly feministes. DO THIS THING!!!! says I and you will, or suffer monidc prosidy.

Yet I quiet somthing soft and deliver sings to you. Batoven or Motzart.

Hurry! I am lustfull ogf iM with you! BIjou!! (Sounds like movieplace or Anaïs Nin--is which case?!)






You write excellent poems, my dear. Excellent poems. Please excuse my greasepaint. It is a professional requirement.
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Is both, you Windhover, you...

bijou
I'm am truley sorry but "daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon" is even too mych for me to stomanch.

And I like green apfles. :eek:
 
MTVM said:
:D:D:D:D!!!!!!

Eluard here is revaled is skepic!!!!! No wondwer he is thoughyt of thinkingly as lurker. Talks slow, reveals muck. Nothing is so clear to us as unfellyness.

My poemististly shown to be ultimately clevr!!!! Good meta gfors and mtonmeny. I control the horiztnal and vertical. DO NOT ADJUNCTY OUR TV SET!!!!!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!~

Liteotica her is shown to be helpmet. I canot be full fan as we are not all equell.

:coll:L:cool::cool::cool:


A ha! caught you in something only a long term contributor could have thought — that yours truly is a lurker! (I'm not, but nevermind.) Now all that is required is to work out if you are a moderator or just a veteran contributor with a penchant for Chaucerian English. Let the guessing begin!
 
unpredictablebijou said:
Common characteristics seem to be: pomposity, inflated but misused vocabulary, a desperate need for attention and conflict, and a supreme confidence in one's own perfection. How about a special award?
Hey, if I start misusing some of my inflated vocabulary, which I can easily and justifiably do, since I'm not a native English-speaker, I could win that award! :cool:
 
I find I cannot stop myself from returning to read this thread and eagerly awaiting it's creator's next installment.

Ah! I must be mad! :)
 
well, if we are to guess..the one person I kno with that much patience and such a twisted sense of humor, would be 1102


just my guess

or, or we are not to guess,

wow!!

who did this?? :D

heeelifino
 
Lauren Hynde said:
A diaeresis! Another clear sign of fraud. You're good, but not yet great. :p
No fraudmental here!!!! I am simple red-blooded heart, pure as drived-on snow!!!!! :cathappy::cathappy::heart:

But you are wrong, Mna. Hynte: I am not writting diarya. :p:p:p:p
 
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WynEternal said:
Uh huh. How about tackling Milton or Donne. ;)
The Baite; or, Sexual Toys for Daffodils

Come hither bee! It's mee, your love
Whose open bloome shall pleasures prove
My honeyed nectar is the hooke
I use to coat your legs with soot

Or gametes, rather. Now go runne
To a conspecific one
And my pollen there do spray
Knock up my sis, I preying, pray!


I'm so slow... I do know...
Time to make the bottoms of my trousers rolled.


:eek: :nana::nana: :eek:
 
normal jean said:
well, if we are to guess..the one person I kno with that much patience and such a twisted sense of humor, would be 1102


just my guess

or, or we are not to guess,

wow!!

who did this?? :D

heeelifino

As we say up here, Ayuh. 1102 was my thought as well. Sometimes he's shy and erratic, this time he's bolde and uh still erratic. :D

And I tried the double move through Babelfish last night. In honor of the lovely Lauren I translated Yeats' The Second Coming from English to Portuguese and back to English. He's doing more than that. Very creative. If I had the time and inclination I'd come in as VH1TMV and try to fracture Ginsburg. Whitman would be easier, but Ginsburg would be pretty funny.

See my poeme, MTV:

To turn and to turn in gyres widening
the hawke's cannot hear falconer;
The things I fall distant; the center's cannot arrest
Mere anarchy loose in top of the world,
the blood-darkened tide's loose, and in all part's
the ceremony of innocence is drowned's;
The more better lack's all the certainty,
when worst's they will be full of the intensity
Passionate certainly some revelation's in the hand;
Certainly the second's coming is in the hand.
The Second Coming!!! :nana: :nana:
They are badly those words's for it
are when a vast image's is of Spritus's Mundi's :kiss:
in some place in sands's of the form of the desert
with body of the lion and in the head of a man,
the blank's space of's the look of's and pitiless ass's the sun,
to move slow its thighs, when all on it shades
of the reel of the birds indignant of the dessert's.
The blackout leaves' to fall another time;
but now's I know that twenty centuries of sleep
stony vexed to nightmare for a cradle balancing,
and that rough crossbow, gonna wait till the midnight hour.
 
die Glocken - Fieldmeister Edgar Allen Poe

From English to German and Back


Hear the carriages with the bells - silver bells!
One which for world of amusing their melody forecasts!
How they ring, ring, ring you, in the icy air of the night!
While the stars that oversprinkle all skies seem twinkle with a kristallenen joy; Time, time, time,
in a kind of the Runic Reims,
to tintinnabulation keep so musical,by the bells,
of which bells, of which bells, of which bells,
of Bell, of which bells, of which bells -
of jingling and from ringing the bells out-pours.
 
Amateurs. Here's a true genius: TMV's classic, Sly was the Dawg (Eng > Por > Eng)

Sly was the dog and in its back part,
then to be an user to enter..
As the obligation, its confidence and protector are adjusted as everything,
challenge to move away.
Wend the protector and fixes its state as "this".
Sodden defends as its child
small poor person of scion; the vice one is its only bauble.
And you hide,
then benign as chandelier become gloomy.

Who blithely could make examination,
and violates its innocence previous?
Please,
barricade its protest velorious.
Still the type charred and,
exit then before the thought was given form.
And the nerve and the connecting rod behind,
permanent,
are straight and strong.
If only the tide,
of the protected light,
wane.

If I could break myself to spill the rock as the meat.
Literati cracks the whip of banishes it,
places thus the poor distrain errant of the vision.​


Better than the original? No way. It's impossible to improve on perfection.
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Amateurs. Here's a true genius: TMV's classic, Sly was the Dawg (Eng > Por > Eng)

Sly was the dog and in its back part,
then to be an user to enter..
As the obligation, its confidence and protector are adjusted as everything,
challenge to move away.
Wend the protector and fixes its state as "this".
Sodden defends as its child
small poor person of scion; the vice one is its only bauble.
And you hide,
then benign as chandelier become gloomy.

Who blithely could make examination,
and violates its innocence previous?
Please,
barricade its protest velorious.
Still the type charred and,
exit then before the thought was given form.
And the nerve and the connecting rod behind,
permanent,
are straight and strong.
If only the tide,
of the protected light,
wane.

If I could break myself to spill the rock as the meat.
Literati cracks the whip of banishes it,
places thus the poor distrain errant of the vision.​


Better than the original? No way. It's impossible to improve on perfection.

True enough, Miss Smarty Panties. I can't speak for that MTV guy, but I really wasn't in the zone when I did mine. You know, the Twilight Zone. :mad:

:kiss:

PS I just figured out what your av looks like to me. A thug. All you need is a cigar and a gun in your fin.
 
Angeline said:
True enough, Miss Smarty Panties. I can't speak for that MTV guy, but I really wasn't in the zone when I did mine. You know, the Twilight Zone. :mad:

:kiss:

PS I just figured out what your av looks like to me. A thug. All you need is a cigar and a gun in your fin.
Don Corleone meets Vinny the Fish...
 
Angeline said:
PS I just figured out what your av looks like to me. A thug. All you need is a cigar and a gun in your fin.


A derby and a cigar and it's Edward G.

" Yeah that's it...More, Rocco wants more"
 
Tathagata said:
A derby and a cigar and it's Edward G.

" Yeah that's it...More, Rocco wants more"

Yes! Edward G. Robinson!

Edward%20G%20Robinson.jpg


Separated at birth, you and me. :kiss:
 
Tathagata said:
we are wells of useless information
:D

Hey, I was an editor, and used to check stupid facts all day. I actually got paid to know this crap. :rolleyes:
 
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