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The Azure Sea of an Alien Tongue

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The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
Lures the perpetual orphan in me
Me who had never been happy or young
Always suppressed and never free
One who is always betrayed and abused
One who’s been abandoned, alone
One, never loved, and one, always used
I have so aged but alas never grown
Never grown up, still a parentless child
Never content and never at peace
It would be so nice to be gone in the wild
Just to be gone, disappear and cease.

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Done is a battle by William Dunbar

Done is a battle by William Dunbar
William Dunbar, Done is a bottle. Illustration – a miniature from the Chansonnier Provençal (1250-1300), Bibliothèque Nationale de France (BNF Français 854)

Done is a battle on the dragon black,
Our champion Christ confoundit has his force;
The yetis of hell are broken with a crack,
The sign triumphal raisit is of the cross,
The devillis trymmillis with hiddous voce,
The saulis are borrowit and to the bliss can go,
Christ with his bloud our ransonis dois indoce:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

Dungan is the deidly dragon Lucifer,
The cruewall serpent with the mortal stang;
The auld kene tiger, with his teith on char,
Whilk in a wait has lyen for us so lang,
Thinking to grip us in his clawis strang;
The merciful Lord wald nocht that it were so,
He made him for to failye of that fang.
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

He for our saik that sufferit to be slane,
And lyk a lamb in sacrifice was dicht,
Is lyk a lion risen up agane,
And as a gyane raxit him on hicht;
Sprungen is Aurora radious and bricht,
On loft is gone the glorious Apollo,
The blissful day departit fro the nicht:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

The grit victour again is rissen on hicht,
That for our querrell to the deth was woundit;
The sun that wox all pale now shynis bricht,
And, derkness clearit, our faith is now refoundit;
The knell of mercy fra the heaven is soundit,
The Christin are deliverit of their wo,
The Jowis and their errour are confoundit:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

The fo is chasit, the battle is done ceis,
The presone broken, the jevellouris fleit and flemit;
The weir is gon, confermit is the peis,
The fetteris lowsit and the dungeon temit,
The ransoun made, the prisoneris redeemit;
The field is won, owrecomen is the fo,
Dispuilit of the treasure that he yemit:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

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Hitler, a poem about Hitler

Remember Hitler? Poem

Hitler

by Fledermaus

Remember Hitler?
Redeeming and inspiring.
He brought pure hopes of
Christendom resurrected
The good cause lost. So funny.
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Asparagus – A Tanka Poem

Asparagus - A Tanka Poem

Asparagus – A Tanka Poem

by Fledermaus

My Asparagus
It is so juicy and soft.
Its shameless stalks stalk
Oh, indolent delicacies
Devour them to feel happy
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Missile – A Tanka Poem

Missile - A Tanka Poem

Missile – A Tanka Poem

by Fledermaus

I fear my Missile
It is so blazing and fast.
To make a kaboom
With augmented winglets flies
When it laughs I feel frightened
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The Language of William Dunbar

The Language of William Dunbar
The Language of William Dunbar. We don’t know how William Dunbar really looked like. We don’t even know when he died)

The Language of William Dunbar

Maybe I should have titled this English of William of Dunbar or William Dunbar’s English, but I haven’t —  because I am unsure what exactly is the language in which William Dunbar composed his poems. Or rather, I am pretty certain that the language is English, though literary authorities claim it’s not.

William Dunbar (1450-1513 or 1530) wrote in Scots. It’s a Germanic language, but to me, the tongue doesn’t appear as a distinct language but as an obvious, unmistakable variety of English.

In fact, it’s striking how similar Dunbar’s language is to modern English, What remains to me is unclear is how exactly Scots managed to displace Middle Irish or Middle Gaelic first at the Scottish court and then in Scotland.

Let me translate or rather “re-spell” some of Dunbar’s English, this excerpt is from his Gracia Plena. 

Hale, sterne superne, hale in eterne,
In Godis sicht to schyne!
Lucerne in derne for to discerne
Be glory and grace devyne;

Hail, Supreme Star, Hail in Eternity
In God’s Own Sight to shine
A Lamp in Darkness to discern
By Glory and Grace Divine

As you can see, odd spelling aside, practically all the words are the same as they are in modern English. The only exceptions are the words sterne and sicht. I speak German as well, and if you are even a little familiar with German, you would recognize right away that stern(e) means (a) star and sicht is sight.  Lucerne – from luce or lux which means light can either be translated as either a lamp, like a lantern, or just an abstract source of light.

What else, for me, Dunbar’s poetry has been a discovery. Though nominally the language he wrote in is not even exactly English (though I’d say that to me it sounds like English. It passes the duck test: If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck) his verse is comprehensible (probably even more and definitely not less than Shakespeare’s), rich, beautiful and enjoyable to read.

 

 

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A Quick Ode to Spam, a Poem about Spam

A Quick Ode to Spam
A Quick Ode to Spam/ Fair Use. Illustration credit: The SPAM museum in Austin, MN,  
Photo by Ackerman + Gruber @ackermangruber

A Poem about Spam

A Quick Ode to Spam

Not every sale must be a scam
Not every can of canned pork Spam
Besides, Spam is quite delicious
Though some folks say it’s not nutritious
But what a hungry morning begs
Bien sûr, it begs for Spam and eggs
So for the pleasure of programming
Let us enjoy both spam and spamming


 

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Ode to the Bat , a Sonnet

Ode to the Bat , a Sonnet

My angry bat, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you abuse and scream,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the big maxime.

Let me compare you to a quick cherry?
You are more smelly, disgusting and sick.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the abusive prick.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your great disgusting, dumb and bad.
Thinking of your sleepy dumb fills my days.
My hate for you is the dramatic cad.

Now I must away with a shangri heart,
Remember my foul words whilst we’re apart.