Poetic English

[Versteher]

Since long I had the strong desire
To master th' language of Shakespeare -
Too wortly is the task fulfill'd:
Misunderstanding is my yield.

It is, alas, too hard a Lot
To follow English of my thought.
I shoun't speak 't save for th' rhyme,
For th' modern English is a crime.

Now hereby the author trieth
Poetic stay and shall be blithe,
His leave to takenn' having now,
To get replies as such enow.

[autolyk]

Canst thou not talk
By usual way
As decent people do?

[Versteher]

For any such pry I avow
That my reply be always: No!
The reasons have I ye yitold
In the bigger rhyme may that behold.

[raskolnikoff]

Hallo, everyone reading this short message of mine,
I am novice in English poetry, so don't you blame,
I hardly shall make this piece of my poetry shine,
But indulgent be, even considering this verse lame.

[Aleksey]

Latinisms in English? Are we in 17th-18th century again?

[raskolnikoff]

Oh, of course no, we are in twenty first,
And I suppose you won't in flames burst
But tell me, where have you noticed even
Latin bit in pure English, may me be forgiven?

//Last rhyme is so bad and makes me tremble with shame, but let it be.

[Aleksey]

And I suppose you won't in flames burst

Would not it be better to write in the following way:
"And I s'ppose you in flames won't burst"
Just a suggestion.

Fear not, for English is a mix
A wicked as it may be
But you can put it down in two perpendicular sticks
L-anguage as it calls to be
With a history of Rome and Reich entwined
But the latter two cann't be compared
For the English nation should be hail'd
Winners!
Cheers!

That's my try

[raskolnikoff]

You're making such a funny thing,
Some rappers'd maybe like 't to sing
And your suggestion I'd accept,
For little part of it except,
(I'd say not "in", but "into", 'cause you know,
'Tis the right way of saying it). And so,
We've got nice conversation here,
Why others don't join us, they fear?

[autolyk]

Cool! I thought Wulfila is the only who can talk this way.

[Aleksey]

Life turned in a way
that every crazy man tries to play
a game which rules are not known
but everyone knows the end!
Crazy things happen here and there
but fear of being grammanazie'd iz 'ere..
Poor lives of our men
threats and violence with violent acts
deprive our honour to the la'ts.

[autolyk]

la'ts.

My English is a little rusty.

[Aleksey]

My English is a little rusty.

Аналогия:
ask - axe
last - lats

[raskolnikoff]

So now you write in a kinda phylosophical way, doncha?
Then I am introducing my new verse to ya!
Yes, I know it is banal and unoriginal, but here it is:

Oh you, who have such pretty beauty,
Who make all men go crazy at one time,
Have me apologized, but 'tis my duty
Not to allow to make another crime.

Oh you, who're sitting in your chair
So fascinating and exciting and so cool
While speaking of that "oh so dirty" fair,
Where you had swindled vendor who was fool

I know you can't but do forgive me
Because I must do what I've planned
For years, since day when you had given
Your first sight at me, which was canned

So what I have? I have been planning
The dirty and immoral murder, though,
I'm not a killer, just a normal man, and,
You know, I can't do any harm to cow,

But you, oh you, so pretty and unreached,
I have to, am to, must assassin you,
Not to allow to grow the very peach,
And that is what I've done, there is no more you.

[autolyk]

Аналогия:
ask - axe
last - lats

Интересно, форма acsian, axian встречается чуть ли не с 9 в., но *lats ни разу не видел.

[Aleksey]

но *lats ни разу не видел.

ну эт я сам примудрил beautiful, isn't it? 

[autolyk]

beautiful, isn't it?

'Tis really cool!

[Сергій]

We've got nice conversation here,
Why others don't join us, they fear?

Talk not of fear; nor 'bout the rap,
For sorrow fills my weary eyes
before the sight of such a crap;
since poetry's but a disguise.
So come ye all, to recollect
the glorious times of thou and thee.
Be it alright if one feels free
Some rites of modern to neglect -
I talk of that straightforward style
The businessmen impos'd on us,
Of words that guard computer file
On Rapidshare, and other buzz...
Alas! The one who longs for heaven's chime,
Would hardly bear the earthly rhyme.

P.S. O thou that readst my poor sonnet!
Do not e'er wonder why it lacks substance.
The rhyme for me's entangling net.
THe only thing I do enjoy's to put the accent as in France.

[raskolnikoff]

A bit of joke
Once being robbed at my work, I called my wife and said:
"Hi, darling, I am bit held up at work"
And she so blondely didn't get the joke,
But robber did and murder'd me, and I'm evidently dead.

Got the joke?

Сергій
Let me express respect, which is deserved by thee,
who art so brightly putting words in so fair rhymes,
My verse's nothing in front of thy sonnet impress'd me,
Thou'rt playing with the words likewise thou playst dice.
Beg thy pardon for my imperfect speech,
Which hath no rhythm, no sence, 'n' which
Is nothing more than random current o' the words,
For I'm not great Byron's son, whose father was a Lord.

[autolyk]

by thou

[Versteher]

Believe mine eyes I cannot now:
Replies' there are mor' than enow.
For th' plenty that I now see
I dare express my gramercy.

[raskolnikoff]

autolyk
Consider it wrong?

[autolyk]

autolyk
Consider it wrong?

By thee, only by this way and not otherwise!

[raskolnikoff]

autolyk
Alright, I have my kind of verse corrected
But it concretely crashed the rhyme,
Likewise the virus crash the cell infected,
So I shall not right in thu-style.

[Сергій]

Let me express respect, which is deserved by thee

The one receiving praise so high, as it be sweet odour of mountain echoing song,
Can easily disgracement find, or lie, sarcasm, or sentiments percieved wrong.
I'm bound to thank thee; though I s'ppose I never did deserve it. Anyway, attend:
Your verse is too of value, friend! (I never thought long lines could my own sense offend )

[Сергій]

So I shall not right in thu-style.

Beg, do! I claim - the language truly for to love,
Thou should that noble affection approve.