on Say the Word 'Trousers' Without Laughing by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 8:48 PM
Try Trowsus yn Gymraeg
on Say the Word 'Trousers' Without Laughing by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 8:48 PM
Try Trowsus yn Gymraeg
replying on Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 8:45 PM
*waves hand*
on Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 8:44 PM
Mae dy haiku yn dda
replying on Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 8:43 PM
I THINK ALL ENGLISH POETS SHOULD TAKE A HARD LOOK AT THE WORLD OUTSIDE THEIR OWN BOW'LS FOR ONCE AND LOOK, JUST LOOK AT OTHER CULTURES!
replying on Sonnet on an Operating Table by Sasha
11 May 2004, 8:36 PM
the tenth circle in the bow'ls of the inferno
replying on Serendipity by cuddlytiger17
11 May 2004, 8:28 PM
Speeking of which where did Hypatia go
on Fourteen Years by impert&ent
11 May 2004, 8:26 PM
Though the last three stanzas are good, the "Sparkbook" appellations make me think this poem should be entitles "14 ways of looking at Bow'ls"
on Style / Ffordd by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 7:36 PM
Samuel Becket dit qu'ecrire en français
le permit d'ecrire sans style.
Eh bien, je ne parle pas tres bien français,
Donc il me faudra une autre langue seconde pour
Mettre sa theorie à la preuve:
Voyez-vous, il n'y a guère style là :
Moins qu'en "Waiting for Godot"
le permit d'ecrire sans style.
Eh bien, je ne parle pas tres bien français,
Donc il me faudra une autre langue seconde pour
Mettre sa theorie à la preuve:
Voyez-vous, il n'y a guère style là :
Moins qu'en "Waiting for Godot"
on Style / Ffordd by Nicholas Jones
11 May 2004, 7:33 PM
Pam wyt ty'n sgrifennu'n gymraeg? Naill ai yn Gymraeg neu yn Saenseg, mae dy ysgrifen heb dull a heb pwynt. (Does ddim pwynt sgrifennu fel twpsyn)
ond....Pam lai?
ond....Pam lai?
on What You Give by NoSage
11 May 2004, 7:04 PM
Bow'ls
on Highschool in My Head by MacFrantic
11 May 2004, 7:03 PM
Bow'ls
replying on Bracelets In A Box by cuddlytiger17
11 May 2004, 7:00 PM
Not to trash you further, but people who don't care what others think of their poetry don't post their poems on Poemranker for comment.
replying on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha
11 May 2004, 6:15 PM
So what sort of poems, besides the above song *should* I translate?
replying on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha
11 May 2004, 5:40 PM
If it had anything to do with my paranoia, my "insecurities" or anything of the sort, I wouldn't even be saying what I'm saying. I'm saying your poetry is shot full of clichés and why it is. I'm telling you that zodiac's right. Poets don't write only for themselves unless their name is Emily Dickenson. I'm telling you why your poetry doesen't inspire.
replying on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha
11 May 2004, 5:33 PM
I'll agree with you there...
Interestingly, I only translate poems that I find worth the effort of translating. So what sort of poems, if not Machado and Lorca, are to your taste?
Interestingly, I only translate poems that I find worth the effort of translating. So what sort of poems, if not Machado and Lorca, are to your taste?
replying on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha
11 May 2004, 5:25 PM
You're welcome.
So this translation, at least, is not of a dull poem?
So this translation, at least, is not of a dull poem?
replying on Bracelets In A Box by cuddlytiger17
11 May 2004, 5:16 PM
So if I have an emotional overload and go into a siezure during which my head hits the keyboard repeatedly, is "sfbisfo sibaioniabrjg803nin7qcoai 31uo&* g(ealf" a poem because it occured during an emotional moment, even though it doesen't have words?
replying on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha
11 May 2004, 5:11 PM
NE ME QUITTE PAS
Don't you leave me now,
Now we must forget
All we can forget
All that's left us now;
To forget about
All the times we fought
And the time we lost
Trying to figure out
How we might forget
When attacks of "why?"
Helped our hearts kill time,
How it thrills me! yet
Donât leave me now...
I will offer you
Beads and rain-made pearls
That come from a world
Where it never rains.
Roam the land and sea
Till I gasp and die,
With a golden gleam,
And a sheen of jewels
Build your realm to be
Where loveâs everything
Where love is the king
Where you'll be the queen
Donât you leave me now
Donât you leave me now
I will recreate
Words and what they state,
Things you'll know about,
Tales of lovers who
Fell away and then
Fell in love again
As their love stayed true
Thereâs a story too
That I must describe
Of this king who died
Of not meeting you
Donât you leave me now
And itâs true that new
Flames can burst and blaze
From a peak thought done
With volcanic days.
Seems a burning field
Scorched in blasts of heat
Could give us more wheat
Than April's best yield
When the night is nigh
Burning overhead,
Can't the black and red
Twine across the sky?
Donât you leave me now
Donât you leave me now
Now I'll cry no more
And I'll sigh no more
Hide myself somehow:
See your dance anew,
Hear the song you sing
Hear your laughter ring,
Watch you smiling too
Let me be for you:
Shadow of your shadow
Shadow of your hand
Dog at your command
Don't you leave me now,
Now we must forget
All we can forget
All that's left us now;
To forget about
All the times we fought
And the time we lost
Trying to figure out
How we might forget
When attacks of "why?"
Helped our hearts kill time,
How it thrills me! yet
Donât leave me now...
I will offer you
Beads and rain-made pearls
That come from a world
Where it never rains.
Roam the land and sea
Till I gasp and die,
With a golden gleam,
And a sheen of jewels
Build your realm to be
Where loveâs everything
Where love is the king
Where you'll be the queen
Donât you leave me now
Donât you leave me now
I will recreate
Words and what they state,
Things you'll know about,
Tales of lovers who
Fell away and then
Fell in love again
As their love stayed true
Thereâs a story too
That I must describe
Of this king who died
Of not meeting you
Donât you leave me now
And itâs true that new
Flames can burst and blaze
From a peak thought done
With volcanic days.
Seems a burning field
Scorched in blasts of heat
Could give us more wheat
Than April's best yield
When the night is nigh
Burning overhead,
Can't the black and red
Twine across the sky?
Donât you leave me now
Donât you leave me now
Now I'll cry no more
And I'll sigh no more
Hide myself somehow:
See your dance anew,
Hear the song you sing
Hear your laughter ring,
Watch you smiling too
Let me be for you:
Shadow of your shadow
Shadow of your hand
Dog at your command
I'll challenge that in fact you are the one with the obsession. I can say you were the first to use the word bow'ls. If I'm immature for using the word 9 times, then you my dear dark angel are at the maturity level of a prepubescent boy who giggles at the mention of lake titicaca, for using the word a whopping 29 TIMES!! (either that or you're some lonely sad sack of a man with a scatological fetish) So don't tell me not to use a word that YOU YOURSELF introduced to the site. You are full of BOW'LS!
Behols the quotes from Dark_Angel
April 23: nearly all questions in philosophy are steaming cornucopiae of bow'ls
April 10: Bow'ls, I say
April 2: Bow'ls
March 31: whisper to the chimes of a distant flushing outhouse: Bow'ls, my lad. Utter, utter bow'ls.
March 22: utter, utter, utter bow'ls
March 22: Now the bow'ls don't work They just make things worse And I know I'll need to dump again
March 13: Cotton bow'ls.
March 11: bow'ls
March 10: the opinions expressed on this page can only be described as "pig ignorant", "stultifyingly ill-informed" and "bow'ls".
March 10: bow'ls
March 9: But all this is utter bow'ls anyway because I just told you the case for broadening the existing definition for gay marriage.
March 9: that's obviously bow'ls.
March 8: bow'ls
March 8: bow'ls
March 8: bow'ls
March 7: Quite good, but one point: 1. Do you mean "bow'ls"?
March 5: bow'ls
March 1: bow'ls
Feb 23: A masterpiece from the "so incoherent it must be beautiful" school. -bow'ls-
Feb 18: Knowing well your bow'ls are naughty
Feb 17: bow'ls
Feb 17: bow'ls
Feb 5: bow'ls
Feb 5: bow'ls
Feb 4: Would that your bow'ls were as burdensome as mine -- I'd wager them capable of many a coiled disturbance in the force!
Feb 4: bow'ls
Feb 4: bow'ls
Feb 3: bow'ls
Feb 2: The subject matter is the same as always: the moving of bow'ls.