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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1665 on: May 10, 2021, 10:39:11 PM »
Pg 427

Skull Centipede Took A Turn, They Have Great Concerns

Haunting ghouls disturbing
They the reverse way sprawl.
The bears unperturbed,
By the awakened beings' crawl.

Down the hallways a-plodding,
Gave the glimpsing trio a shock.
But they ignore the squaddies,
To the distant caller they flock.

By the rousing cry spurred,
An advancing, growing concern.
Skitter, slither, step and skirr,
And the limbless, bloated they worm.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1666 on: May 11, 2021, 08:13:14 PM »
A bit more translations for you. Getting you acquainted with Russian rock-music and testing my English (corrections are wellcome).

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 "In her eyes" by Chife

Her eyes are full with heavenly strength,
She listens to immortal Cobaine,
Her subtle palm is making a fist,
In the fist - ther's a telephone's ring.
 
Her tiny room is allways a mess,
"The Beatles" posters hangs on her walls.
And so she dials his number again
And there are few words stuck in a phone:
 
Chorus:
 
"Is there anybody
Out there other than me?
Is there anybody
Out there?"
 
She got her mother's ink in her purse,
And someone's poems in her sketchbook.
She had the most usual day.
She live the dream that takes her away.
 
Her father stuck to the TV.
Her bimbo sister's all ruffles and shine.
Her faded yard is all she can see,
And so she's crying into the night:
 
Chorus
 
A hidden passion is fused in her words.
An open fire is fused in her moves.
There's only tears and light in her dreams.
There's only one line in all of her sings:
 
Chorus


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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1667 on: May 12, 2021, 11:47:38 PM »
Pg 428

Hellish Spawn, A Throng, Well It's Going Wrong

Go one way, the crawlies creepy,
The bears, the other way.
Swayed by the call obscenely
In a congregation of decay.

To the storage culinary,
The throng of bodies drawn.
All here and obey mandatory,
The malformed hellish spawn.

By the windows, walls, en masse,
Scabbling, scratching, sprawling,
Peering to the prey in glass,
Clustering, creeping, crawling.

Huddle the hoard hell-raising,
Swarming round all at once.
The elder mage still bracing,
This attack on many fronts.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1668 on: May 13, 2021, 11:01:10 PM »
Pg 429

Blob Blob Down The Hall, Brute Force Protocol

The spirit mage's luonto
Taking the strike's brunt.
As the menace swells and grow
From the shadows in front.

Using his nature as shield,
And the very light as his spear.
Until the thing is sealed,
Warring for all that he holds dear.

For stranded band most best,
A different peril to contend.
Against a flesh-pile pressed,
A throbbing, blobbing friend.

A nearby door to crack free
To make their impromptu refuge.
Into the room go the pack flee,
To avoid crushing by a mass huge.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1669 on: May 16, 2021, 10:44:29 PM »
Pg 430

Hold Onto Your Hats, Fall And Land With A Splat-Splat

The blobbing blob blob
Goes blobbing right past.
The group did a good job,
They were decently fast.

Sighs and looks in relief,
They survey their surroundings.
Their leisure all too brief,
For too soft is their grounding.

With age and rot it became weak,
Or of supports there's a lack.
The floorboards start too creak,
They drop with a mighty KRRRAKKKK!!!

It's a reduction in verticality,
And a descent most undignified.
Mikkel falls like it's a normality,
But even he opened his eyes wide...

At the altitude bottom-most
A sort-of soft landing they get.
Onto some floor organic and gross,
Landing face-first into something wet.

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Everybody's Gonna Feel The Floor
(based on Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears)

Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will try you

Weighing on your impact crater
Hit your back on beasts de-natured
Everybody's gonna feel the floor

On my own, resigned
It's my own remorse
On a downward slide
Help me make the

Most of freedom and adventure
Pain will now be front and centre
Everybody's gonna feel the floor

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
So sad we can't evade it
Everybody's gonna feel the floor

I can't stand this blasted mission
Planning with a lack of vision
Everybody's gonna feel the floor

Say that you'll never, never, never, never need it
Intestines, we should leave it
Everybody's gonna feel the floor

All for freedom and for treasure
Nothing on this fool's endeavour
Everybody's gonna feel the floor
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1670 on: May 17, 2021, 11:58:09 PM »
Pg 431

Alerted Titans, Alarm Must Be Silenced

The impacts hit hard,
Though flesh broke their fall.
Their figures lay jarred,
Disorientated are they all.

Left in such a state,
Winded and seeing stars.
A twisting maw elevates,
It shrieks an alarm.

From elsewhere alerted
The titans to the caterwaul.
Still tangled and hurting,
They've got to quiet that call.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1671 on: May 20, 2021, 12:39:45 AM »
Pg 432

As The Bears Climb, Big Boss Time

The bears drawn to the ring,
By the faint, distant squeal.
Another great being springs
The window outside reveals.

As the pair climb the stair,
The hulking death sails.
Dangers terrible everywhere,
Led to the cacophonic trail.

Pulling out his pistol,
In an effort to silence.
Shadowed claw by the crystal,
Here, the goliath, the titan.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1672 on: May 20, 2021, 10:51:28 PM »
Pg 433

Great Blades Scythe, The Shriek Dies

Claws like scythes, er, scythed
The screaming mound through.
Leaving everyone wide-eyed,
The segments sharply strew.

The great cleaving cutters
Mean no noises shall remain.
Slicing clean, like butter,
You can even see the brain!
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1673 on: May 23, 2021, 10:41:33 PM »
Page 434

Call It Blockhead And You'll Be Dead

The glass fragments shower
And spray the dark floor.
Bringing light to the dour
Stage full of gristle and gore.

The talons feel and clench,
Heading in, out from the glare.
Heinous grips blood-drenched,
Beheaded but keenly aware.

Where its head should be,
Is an object of concrete.
An atrocity monstrosity with
Distended claws and feet.

Cysts like crystal cluster
Around the reinforced mass.
The sonic super-hunter,
Of an executioner class.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1674 on: May 24, 2021, 10:13:45 PM »
Pg 435

Sit Still Or Be Killed

The squad squeezing shut
In the suffocating stress.
There's no ifs ands or buts,
Sounds must be suppressed.

Struggling to sit still,
Striving to stay silent.
Such a test of their will,
Stirring not for the giant.

In the face of the thing,
They must remain unflinching.
Like a muscled, coiled spring,
In slow motion, ever inching.

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Silence You Crazies, Silence
(based on Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd)

Dismembered the thing in alarm
You must remain calm

Silence you crazies, silence

Now there's a terror nearby
Any sound and you'll die

Silence you crazies, silence

You were caught in the crossfire of shadows and gargoyles
Stood on the weak beams

Silence you target for mealtime disaster
Silence you firebrand, you feline, you farmer, and quiet

You breached for the secret through room
You hide from your doom

Silence you crazies, silence

Unsettled, gruesomely lithe
And it's taking its time

Silence you crazies, silence

With it shrieking out 'welcome' with aural transmissions
Brought in the huge beast

Silence you lover of sudden ignitions
Silence you doctor, you tiger, you superior, and quiet
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1675 on: May 27, 2021, 11:46:57 PM »
Pg 436

In The Silent World, Death Foetus Curls

The death-giant wraps
Into a position to rest.
The trio and cat trapped
With the unpopular guest.

The window-crasher hangs
Over them like a cloud.
Stay still like statues, gang,
And don't breathe too loud!

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Pg 437

Stuck High And Dry, Unlike That Mage Guy

The gang glancing aside
With nothing else left to do,
Except hold fast and quiet
And hope for a far riot anew.

Against waves and currents,
Battling is the owl mage.
Swept up in the torrents
By the illusions enraged.

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Silence You Crazies, Silence (continued)

Now the intruder's not far
And hunched down bizarre

Silence you crazies, silence

Curled in a source of despair
And it's uncomfortably there

Silence you crazies, silence

And he'll gasp in the violence
Of the mad Kade's torrent
And flail on the deep seas

Come on you soul guide, you winner and loser
Come on diviner you're hooked in illusion, and fight
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1676 on: May 30, 2021, 10:20:41 PM »
Pg 438

She Was Being Followed, Oh No, It's The Doggo?

A voice calls to him,
Calling Onni's name.
To the mage on a swim,
Help finally came.

Trying to hold strong,
Weathering the greatest test.
What took her so long?
Tuuri's followed by some guests.

Tried to stop them escorting,
Ineffectual in that problem.
As she continues reporting,
A recognisable bark dogs them.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1677 on: May 31, 2021, 09:51:34 PM »
Ok, I'm back with some new translations. This is written by Osip Mandelstamm, and performed by Noize MC.
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For a valor of centuries that are to come,
For humanity's highstanding tribe
I gave all: I gave my life, and I gave my soul,
And my bowl, and my joy, and my pride.
 
Now the age of a wolfhound is pouncing at me,
I was never a wolf anyway.
Better take me like that cap and tuck in a sleeve
Of a coat of Siberian plains.
 
So I would not be able to see all this dirt
And a violence for every day;
So a blue polar foxes in primal adore
Could of shine for me, showing the way.
 
Lead me to dark and misty shores of Yenisei,
Where a pine trees are reaching the star.
I was never a wolf by the blood in my veins,
So I can not be murdered by one.
 
It is not dirty-yellow galore of a press,
It is not countrygirl's lucky charms,
It is hot-breathing hot-blooded mouth of a men
Boiling over and singing aloud.
 
Lead me to dark and misty shores of Yenisei,
To the hut of a six-fingered lie.
I was never a wolf by the blood in my veins,
In a coffin of pine shall I lie.
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1678 on: May 31, 2021, 11:04:59 PM »
Pg 439

Wants To Be Rid, Ask For Help Someone Did

"Urf!" barks the pupper,
Boundless with cheer.
So here come the others,
Boldly declaring "We're here!"

"WHY?!" he shouts, exasperated.
Earlier Reynir heard them say
That they wanted to be aided,
"No!" he said "Go away, GO AWAY!"

With the Icelander helping,
They won't be alone on this dive.
It's too late for yelling,
The sought for help has arrived.

Now there's no way of stopping this
Becoming a messier affair.
Mages together in solving it,
Better in here, than out there...
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Re: Poetry collection
« Reply #1679 on: June 02, 2021, 11:15:00 PM »
Page 440

Against That Grin, He Cannot Win

That's not the way Reynir
Recalls those events.
Grinning from ear to ear,
As if playing ignorant.

Fine, the owl conceded,
He gives out an errand.
The Icelander is needed
To be bait for the aberrant.

A good idea it's agreed,
He's to keep it distracted.
So Tuuri can be left free
To pinpoint Grandma exactly.
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