Category: poetry
06/26/08 11:22 - ID#44796
Terrible Poem
Hi,
I was talkiing to (e:TinyPliny) in the chat yesterday and I mentioned that I once wrote a terrible, terrible poem. Years later I put into an online translator, Babel Fish. I translated it from English to French to Spanish to a dozen other languages and then retraced my steps translating it in the opposite order back to English. When I got it back it was lovely nonsense. So, here is my nonsense.
Throw manner hide themselves
I in the town
ways which in the bucket kitchen
the will Ing of migration is
that I and the time find you?
How does the water of bath run far
the way is
and flesh is boneses
which these boneses
wandering and these boneses
find you cold my flesh in the angle air? ,
Or does run away the bucket hide
Smoldering that continues put roofs of roof,
there in the panels of floors or perhaps,
will want you,
find only this part
ventilates the part that I
I far hid throw in mount and
in wandering in the sky the will
that you zoekt here after me?
Since you take the bladen to doré
air melt red and flesh these taters
fall and these boneses are gold
where turn I these find?
Have a spirit under your bladen
of bed of fragrance which is
remaining with the taste of the
wasgott on your lips or a white breath
perhaps swims in air,
one has expired,
I remain memory,
in the part contain thrown far
I was talkiing to (e:TinyPliny) in the chat yesterday and I mentioned that I once wrote a terrible, terrible poem. Years later I put into an online translator, Babel Fish. I translated it from English to French to Spanish to a dozen other languages and then retraced my steps translating it in the opposite order back to English. When I got it back it was lovely nonsense. So, here is my nonsense.
Throw manner hide themselves
I in the town
ways which in the bucket kitchen
the will Ing of migration is
that I and the time find you?
How does the water of bath run far
the way is
and flesh is boneses
which these boneses
wandering and these boneses
find you cold my flesh in the angle air? ,
Or does run away the bucket hide
Smoldering that continues put roofs of roof,
there in the panels of floors or perhaps,
will want you,
find only this part
ventilates the part that I
I far hid throw in mount and
in wandering in the sky the will
that you zoekt here after me?
Since you take the bladen to doré
air melt red and flesh these taters
fall and these boneses are gold
where turn I these find?
Have a spirit under your bladen
of bed of fragrance which is
remaining with the taste of the
wasgott on your lips or a white breath
perhaps swims in air,
one has expired,
I remain memory,
in the part contain thrown far
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Zobar: now I understand why black metal lyrics never make any sense.
But where is the bit waitress part???
AIR MELT RED AND FLESH THESE TATERS.
[and the guitar goes:] JOW JOW JOW JOW
FALL [FALL!] AND THESE BONESES ARE GOLD!
[JOW JOW JOW JOW]
[and then the choir goes:] Where turn I these find?
[JOW JOW JOW! … JOW JOW JOW!]
[and the drummer goes BLAP BLADDLE BLADDLE BLADDLE BLAP BLADDLE BLADDLE BLADDLE on the double bass drum]
[cue the flash pots as the inflatable demon descends upon the stage]
- Z
Part I: The Flesh
Taking bath in a clawed bathtub,
I saw acid come out the faucet.
Limply stared as my body melted
I flowed down into the panels.
The eyes floated in the wreck of my soul
I gazed up at the roof.
Static, my bones remained
I felt them and they were made of GOLD!
Part II: The spirit
My greed got the better of me
I wanted them, oh how I wanted them!
I died but my spirit remained to watch
As my bones glowed, bright and yellow
The delicious poisoned wine that I drank
The taste remained as my lips grew cold
I swim in air but my memories are below
They anchor me even as I drift far beyond.
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You have an epic in your hands... If you combine this with (e:mike)'s soap opera (and give me the bit part of the snarky waitress) we have a broadway hit on our hands. THIS COULD BE PHENOMENAL!!!!