Post by shewolfe on Feb 18, 2009 22:51:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]An old poem I wrote, so long ago now...wanted those of you who haven't seen it, a snapshot in time....[/glow]
The Jig Ay Howl - R.I.P.
"Yae hear tha' win'? we thought, her slain...
tae roarin heel an' bak, an' again...
she's whirrin' sheets through sails ay tyme
tae blaw the Howl it ay their minds"
Molly Mcguirk,
Faerie Tale-Weaver
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lang ago, an far awa',
thaur was a pit, unlit, tae slay
whaur mirk, an' blackened hearts woods prey
an' mourn the nicht, tae slink, an' prowl
the beests fae sae far doon, in howl
the feeblest woods daur, an' sware
a wan....named hoagies underwear
behauld, the sleuth's, an aussie's truce?
cauld trace a face through ace an' deuce
but, friends.. woods ne'er be the same
the sword was drawn, wi' swiftness, aimed
revenge, a dish served best when cald
that's started young, an' fest grew aul
Whaur wee spiders dangle, thaur,
faer flutterbies an' wasps, bewaur!
The diamonds on yer back tae fade,
frae robert, an' his can o' RAID!
He's comin' aye, he swares he is,
tae mak it everybody's biz...
an' creich the whips, tae lit us know,
that god in heaven loves us sae
fer, aye, a holy rollin' roarin' fu',
not navy seal, nur jpl
this wan hud clearly crawled frae heel!
thaur cam a time, when aw was lost
an' fit a price, an' fit a cost
an' whaur, yae think, they winded up?
A'trollin' fer their evenin's sup...
Wauld be a shark, er fish, er whale?
Ur heaven's be, a snake wi' scale!
Coods be a rat, ur fangs but micht..
be quick tae flee, ur quick tae bite
Fer, was it only a metaphur?
That cam an' blew an' open door
Ur was greed, an' loost, tae fin'?
thaur lurkin', in the hearts an' min's
O rocelin, she takes her staff
An' holds it o'r the sinkin' raft
ain up'a win' does blaw, sae fierce!
an' comes, the hearts tae feest, tae pierce!
The moans an' groans ay days gain by
the echoed halls ay Howl still Cry
an' wail, whaur nothin' ever weeps,
Wha' giant, in his tempest sleeps
They played the cat an mouse tae hide
an' tempted moral genocide
an' boasted tricks abune frae heaven
it was their best, december's seven!
Weel...nae impartial tae the feud
we stubbed uir toes on thoughts sae rude but aye,
the Hounds Ay Howl still dream
thaur ne'er was heard, a burnin' scream
Tae roest upon the sticks sae sharp
an' turn a chiel frae shark, tae carp!
Fer, crocodiles, sae sweit, the tears
aye, they caur fit it is tha' fears
A caretaker shoods nae lose the keys
with doors sae open, micht mak a tease....
an' fools be tempted tae the fates
the mocker's an' the spamhaus pates
O howl, we bid ye, rest in peace
fer win's that blew saw soft as fleece
An' shood's they try tae jink abut
the Jig Ay Howl, the flame's gain it
R.I.P.
by
Emily Nightingale
Lassie Tale-weaver
Copyrecht 2000
I will now attempt to translate it back to English!
The Jig Ay Howl - R.I.P.
"Yae hear tha' win'? we thought, her slain...
tae roarin heel an' bak, an' again...
she's whirrin' sheets through sails ay tyme
tae blaw the Howl it ay their minds"
Molly Mcguirk,
Faerie Tale-Weaver
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lang ago, an far awa',
thaur was a pit, unlit, tae slay
whaur mirk, an' blackened hearts woods prey
an' mourn the nicht, tae slink, an' prowl
the beests fae sae far doon, in howl
the feeblest woods daur, an' sware
a wan....named hoagies underwear
behauld, the sleuth's, an aussie's truce?
cauld trace a face through ace an' deuce
but, friends.. woods ne'er be the same
the sword was drawn, wi' swiftness, aimed
revenge, a dish served best when cald
that's started young, an' fest grew aul
Whaur wee spiders dangle, thaur,
faer flutterbies an' wasps, bewaur!
The diamonds on yer back tae fade,
frae robert, an' his can o' RAID!
He's comin' aye, he swares he is,
tae mak it everybody's biz...
an' creich the whips, tae lit us know,
that god in heaven loves us sae
fer, aye, a holy rollin' roarin' fu',
not navy seal, nur jpl
this wan hud clearly crawled frae heel!
thaur cam a time, when aw was lost
an' fit a price, an' fit a cost
an' whaur, yae think, they winded up?
A'trollin' fer their evenin's sup...
Wauld be a shark, er fish, er whale?
Ur heaven's be, a snake wi' scale!
Coods be a rat, ur fangs but micht..
be quick tae flee, ur quick tae bite
Fer, was it only a metaphur?
That cam an' blew an' open door
Ur was greed, an' loost, tae fin'?
thaur lurkin', in the hearts an' min's
O rocelin, she takes her staff
An' holds it o'r the sinkin' raft
ain up'a win' does blaw, sae fierce!
an' comes, the hearts tae feest, tae pierce!
The moans an' groans ay days gain by
the echoed halls ay Howl still Cry
an' wail, whaur nothin' ever weeps,
Wha' giant, in his tempest sleeps
They played the cat an mouse tae hide
an' tempted moral genocide
an' boasted tricks abune frae heaven
it was their best, december's seven!
Weel...nae impartial tae the feud
we stubbed uir toes on thoughts sae rude but aye,
the Hounds Ay Howl still dream
thaur ne'er was heard, a burnin' scream
Tae roest upon the sticks sae sharp
an' turn a chiel frae shark, tae carp!
Fer, crocodiles, sae sweit, the tears
aye, they caur fit it is tha' fears
A caretaker shoods nae lose the keys
with doors sae open, micht mak a tease....
an' fools be tempted tae the fates
the mocker's an' the spamhaus pates
O howl, we bid ye, rest in peace
fer win's that blew saw soft as fleece
An' shood's they try tae jink abut
the Jig Ay Howl, the flame's gain it
R.I.P.
by
Emily Nightingale
Lassie Tale-weaver
Copyrecht 2000
I will now attempt to translate it back to English!