I found this

[vampiredust]

and was deeply amused

 

[Angeline]

and was deeply amused

Ahhahahahaha!

Night Ritual


Around, all around, the furies gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I flail madly
while Hell laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon cold eyes.

This is my doom

(Goth is sooo silly to me!)

 

[bunnylicker]

Untitled

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my heart.
It mutilates me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the dead grass.
In my madness I call your name
while death surrounds me.
Now alone, my blood falls upon dead eyes.

This is your love




ahahaha that's srsly the best poem I've ever written, & please etch it onto my gravestone when I die. soon. being goth n all...

 

[Angeline]

Here's another one I've always loved, the Dialectizer. You can take one of your poems and change it well, look:

An Original Angie Poem (w/ a little help from Eve & darkmass)


I watched us flicker then ignite
as if the moon fell from the sky
into our arms, held like a new born
love full of squall and need, bright
with loony hope. We bloomed that day.
Time unfolded flowers, petal palms
cupped warmth, but growing heavy
with the reign of deeds and hours
drooped to a drowse of afternoon,
curled wiser at the edge of gloom
with no less love, but gardens full
of knowing, fell beneath twilight,
where she fades like sun, dimmer.

The Same Poem in Redneck

ah watched us flicker then ignite as eff'n th' moon fell fum th' sky into our arms, held like a noo born an' raised love full of squall an' need, bright wif loony hope. We bloomed thet day. Time unfolded flowers, petal palms cupped warmth, but growin' heavy wif th' reign of deeds an' hours drooped t'a drowse of af'ernoon, curled wizzu at th' edge of gloom wif no less love, but gardens full of knowin', fell beneath twilight, whar she fades like sun, dimmer.

The Same Poem in Elmer Fudd-Speak

I watched us fwickew then ignite as if the moon feww fwom the sky into ouw awms, hewd wike a new bown wove fuww of sqwaww and need, bwight wif woony hope. We bwoomed that day. Time unfowded fwowews, petaw pawms cupped wawmth, but gwowing heavy wif the weign of deeds and houws dwooped to a dwowse of aftewnoon, cuwwed wisew at the edge of gwoom wif no wess wove, but gawdens fuww of knowing, feww beneaf twiwight, whewe she fades wike sun, dimmew.


(Hee Hee)

 

[champagne1982]

<mad giggles=on>
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/champagne1982/chosen5.gif
Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul.
It slays me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the swirling dust.
In a strange and terrible glee I dance
while Death's shadow takes me.
Now alone, my supplication falls upon blind eyes.

 

[Maria2394]

Hey Chris!! I LOVE this!!

so appropriate at times, especially with that "One"...( MR)


Remembrance of My Death

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my neck.
It slays me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the swirling dust.
In a strange and terrible glee I flail madly
while my doom looms.
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon darkened eyes.

This is your love

 

[Maria2394]

Here's another one I've always loved, the Dialectizer. You can take one of your poems and change it well, look:

An Original Angie Poem (w/ a little help from Eve & darkmass)


I watched us flicker then ignite
as if the moon fell from the sky
into our arms, held like a new born
love full of squall and need, bright
with loony hope. We bloomed that day.
Time unfolded flowers, petal palms
cupped warmth, but growing heavy
with the reign of deeds and hours
drooped to a drowse of afternoon,
curled wiser at the edge of gloom
with no less love, but gardens full
of knowing, fell beneath twilight,
where she fades like sun, dimmer.

The Same Poem in Redneck

ah watched us flicker then ignite as eff'n th' moon fell fum th' sky into our arms, held like a noo born an' raised love full of squall an' need, bright wif loony hope. We bloomed thet day. Time unfolded flowers, petal palms cupped warmth, but growin' heavy wif th' reign of deeds an' hours drooped t'a drowse of af'ernoon, curled wizzu at th' edge of gloom wif no less love, but gardens full of knowin', fell beneath twilight, whar she fades like sun, dimmer.

The Same Poem in Elmer Fudd-Speak

I watched us fwickew then ignite as if the moon feww fwom the sky into ouw awms, hewd wike a new bown wove fuww of sqwaww and need, bwight wif woony hope. We bwoomed that day. Time unfowded fwowews, petaw pawms cupped wawmth, but gwowing heavy wif the weign of deeds and houws dwooped to a dwowse of aftewnoon, cuwwed wisew at the edge of gwoom wif no wess wove, but gawdens fuww of knowing, feww beneaf twiwight, whewe she fades wike sun, dimmew.


(Hee Hee)

Darnit, SIs!! YOU wrote a redneck pome and didnt even consult ME for accuracy?? I feel so shined on, tee hee.

 

[Angeline]

Darnit, SIs!! YOU wrote a redneck pome and didnt even consult ME for accuracy?? I feel so shined on, tee hee.

If you really sound like that, I am going to need a translator when we come to NC lol. Otoh, they didn't have a Sopranos option on there so you could hear how it would sound in my native language.

 

[champagne1982]

Talk about darkly dark. I got this notice in my email.


Dear Taxpayer,

DUE TO RECENT BUDGET CUTS,

AND THE RISING COST OF ELECTRICITY, GAS AND OIL,

THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL HAS BEEN TURNED OFF.


WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE


Sincerely,

The Government

 

[Maria2394]

If you really sound like that, I am going to need a translator when we come to NC lol. Otoh, they didn't have a Sopranos option on there so you could hear how it would sound in my native language.

Actually, I have a non-accentual voice. When I met my hubby, (he is from Ohio), he thought I was from Vermont, Seriously. I can sound country when I want to, like Ellie May, yep, just like that. Don't let our dialects scare you off

I will translate for you, okay? I saw My Fair Lady when I was little and from then on tried to hide my heritage, errr, dialect. I can sound pretty intelligent or like trailer trash, depends on who I am speaking to.

 

[Maria2394]

Okay, Sis, I took your dialectizer and turned a poem I wrote for you and ee into Cockney-

No Need For Wings
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.- Frost

There is no equal ter the view from atop a cooperative tree
wen no geezer but yer can spot wot lies
beyond the gentle slope of us own misleadin' 'orizon.
Evry uncomfortable truff ever told
becomes understood by trustin'
one's life ter one branch of an ancient oak tree
that 'as 'eld wee more than birdsong and breeze.
The bloomin' oak 'as wevvered more violent storms
than assault upon 'er limbs by me.
She groans wiv the wind but never complains
and I wish I 'ad 'er character her strengff and mobility.


( here is the link to the original poem)

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=327105

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Remembrance of My Death


Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my head.
It severs me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a strange and terrible glee I flail madly
while nothingness surrounds me.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon dead eyes.

This is my doom

 

[Angeline]

Okay, Sis, I took your dialectizer and turned a poem I wrote for you and ee into Cockney-

No Need For Wings
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.- Frost

There is no equal ter the view from atop a cooperative tree
wen no geezer but yer can spot wot lies
beyond the gentle slope of us own misleadin' 'orizon.
Evry uncomfortable truff ever told
becomes understood by trustin'
one's life ter one branch of an ancient oak tree
that 'as 'eld wee more than birdsong and breeze.
The bloomin' oak 'as wevvered more violent storms
than assault upon 'er limbs by me.
She groans wiv the wind but never complains
and I wish I 'ad 'er character her strengff and mobility.


( here is the link to the original poem)

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=327105

He's the geezer, not me, right?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Why do I get the impression that this is an American's idea of a Cockney accent?

 

[Angeline]

Why do I get the impression that this is an American's idea of a Cockney accent?

I think most of us base our impressions on Alfie and My Fair Lady. At least the older among us. Although I always heard that Michael Caine's Cockney in Alfie was the real thing as he grew up hearing it. What do you think?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yes his was real he was born in South London (as was Ron!) and his father was a Billingsgate Fish Market porter. But I don't think that site puts it over properly or at least maybe it's just me not hearing it!

 

[Maria2394]

I think most of us base our impressions on Alfie and My Fair Lady. At least the older among us. Although I always heard that Michael Caine's Cockney in Alfie was the real thing as he grew up hearing it. What do you think?

when I read how it came out, I thought it didn't sound so much Cockney. I only used the generator, none of it was my own doing, so if It is insulting to you Annie, I'm sorry. But even though the redneck generator is sort of off, it didn't upset me, I fond it rather funny.

best to you all

~ m

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Not insulted at all but have just been informed that's it's a bit iffy to call Michael Caine a true Cockney i.e born within the sound of Bow Bells although with a prevailing wind it could have been possible! But Ron insists he is true Cockney although having been bombed out during the war he didn't grow up in London and hasn't got the accent. Just to confuse you more not all Londoners are Cockneys! Oh and the girl who played Eliza was born in Belgium!

 

[Angeline]

Not insulted at all but have just been informed that's it's a bit iffy to call Michael Caine a true Cockney i.e born within the sound of Bow Bells although with a prevailing wind it could have been possible! But Ron insists he is true Cockney although having been bombed out during the war he didn't grow up in London and hasn't got the accent. Just to confuse you more not all Londoners are Cockneys! Oh and the girl who played Eliza was born in Belgium!

Henry Higgens would be amused. Or horrified.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

'Enry 'Iggins lol

 

[annaswirls]

oh that was fun Chris!

Dark Betrayal

Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In pain I flee
while nothingness approaches.
Now alone, my supplication falls upon dead eyes.

This is because of you

 

[Jack_Samuel]

Loved it

Untitled


Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul.
It smites me, and darkly my
vitae drips
to the barren land.
In numbness I call your name
while nothingness surrounds me.
Now alone, my essence falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my doom