GC2 "Jabberwocky" style poems

The Raion - by Steven Mondy

2006-07-17T05:25:00.000-07:00

Rain croms far above (comes-from)
To sploak (splash and soak) the one without a ‘brella (umbrella).
'Titter-tatter, flitter-flatter'. (sound of the rain)
This Raion (Rainy Season) is very gloollen (gloomy-sullen)
Arise and beat the gloollen feeling.
The Raion brings feastilif (feastivity-life), and vigree (vivid green) all around.
Hail new life,
for the rain croms far above.

A Break by Kyoko

2006-07-17T05:10:00.000-07:00

If you want to enjoy a tastea,(tasty tea)
Use biter(boiling water) to pore onto leaves,
Wait for a few minutes.
Don't take off the lid of yhe pot.
Jamping leaves settle down.
Tea is ready for serve and you sit down.
With jam'ed (jam and bread) would be better.
Now let's have a Happteak(happy tea break) here!

Precious Box by Kae

2006-07-14T19:18:00.000-07:00

Nothing sounds from daily box
Feeling of thirsty flower
There is a evilly dwarf digging my heart
Seems waiting for a thousands years
Gleaming light from precious box
Filling my seed on the eternal grassland
There is a line on you and I
Only lights you can see
Only lights I can feel
There is a treasure box you and I

Falling down to Darhell…by Kae

2006-07-14T19:13:00.000-07:00

Moon and Sun are fighting
Hoping to take a useless
Noting can do Gurmongue
Whispering with glimming face

Andgevil only can sing a song
Wishing Pheace is hopeless
Soubful voice is in blifirling

Liffele glared in the dark
Moon and Sun couldn’t asew anything
Falling down to deternal

Envijulous killed my soubful voice
Nothing can do andgevil
Silly decitident laughing me
I am falling down to deternal

Falling down to Darhell…

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Gurmongue: monster
glimming: glim

Andgevil: Devil & Angel
Pheace: peace, Heaven
Soubful: beautiful, soulful
blifiring: fire and blizzad

Liffele: little, few
asew: aware, see
deternal: dark, eternal

Evijulous: envious, jealous
soubful: beautiful, soulful
andgevil: angel, devil
decitident: destiny, accident
deternal: dark, eternal

Darhell: dark, hell

(more explain)
Moon and sun are men who are completely different characters, fighting for take one woman. Andgevil is a lady who is in between two guys, and she can’t decide who is a right person for herself. She could only sing a song, praying and wishing for a peace and happiness, but her hope is hopeless. Nobody aware their mistakes, being in the darkness.
(I wrote this poem, thought three of people’s relationship with loves. Love could make you blind, you couldn’t get into right way, you are hopeless.)

Cheercious Holiday by Tomoko

2006-07-14T19:11:00.000-07:00

It is mistxcited (misty and excited) daybreak.

The music from the stereo is sentimotional(sensitive and emotional.)
Today is cheercious(cheerfully and precious) holiday for her.
Her mind is buseating(busy with beating) with expimagine(expect and imagine) what is going to happen to the day trip.

She and her friends are going to the sea of Japan to sunbalax(sunbathe and relax) on the beach.

JABBERWOCKY by Lewis Carroll

2006-07-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

`Twas brillig (four o’clock in the afternoon),
and the slithy (combination of lithe and slimy) toves (curious little creatures)

Did gyre (go around and around)
and gimble (make holes)
in the wabe (grass area around a sundial):
All mimsy(combination of flimsy and miserable)
were the borogoves (a thin shabby looking bird),
And the mome (possibly home) raths (a sort of green pig) outgrabe (sound between bellowing and whistling).

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub (a desperate bird) bird, and shun (avoid, escape)
The frumious (fuming and furious) Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome (combination of monstrous and fearsome)
foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish (a state of mind when the voice is gruffish, the manner roughish, and the temper huffish) thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling (hesitating) through the tulgey wood,
And burbled (a mixture of bleat{to complain}, murmur {a low distinct continuous noise} and warble {rythmic tones}) as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing (moving in a clumsy, ponderous, or noisy manner) back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous (delightful, joyous) day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled (laugh in a breathy, gleeful way; chuckle), in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.