04.25.08

A fun poem and it’s rather brilliant lolcatz translation

Posted in Entertainment, Personal, Poetry at 3:56 pm by qkslvrwolf

Just for fun.

Neil Gaiman, The Day the Saucers Came

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-man’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold, and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling gods day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

And it’s lolcatz translation:

> I CAN HAS

u can has saucerz
fallin lik sno
bringin u futur
no1 kno what

> NTHX
> I CAN HAS

u can has zombiez
shamblin about
smellin lik deth and rotn dekay
they can has brains?

> NTHX
> I CAN HAS

u can has godz
bigger than big thingz
fitin the giantz
n serpent n wolf

> NTHX
> I CAN HAS

u can has fery talez
lvs n spiritz
u can has bootz
play ur part

> NTHX
> I CAN HAS

u can has NEthing
citiez like glass
skynet aliv
angels n devils
humanz be hearin u talk
timlords n yeti

> NTHX
> I CAN HAS PHONE CAL?
> I CAN HAS PHONE CAL?
> I CAN HAS PHONE CAL?

I’m thinking some bits of that first poem need to get into my quotewall.

10.21.05

Without you

Posted in Poetry at 4:37 pm by qkslvrwolf

We are apart. We are drifting.
Through the memories, my mind is sifting.
Here my heart is ever lifting,
But then, we are apart.

The lifting fades, it drifts away,
as a foil, angled too steep to stay
soaring, and so sinks astray,
like the memories I cannot bear.

Forbearance comes, forbearance goes
my mind is wriggling, like my toes
in the sand, on the beach, where mystery knows
you and I were happy, together.

Together, as we belong,
our heads resting together with hearts song,
our hands clasped, mingled love so strong,
and so I miss you.

And the missing is making
my heart is aching
my mind is breaking
and I withdraw without you