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and eulalia what shall we do?
I'm game if U R Hansi!:)

Send me a Double-Dutch version whenever you've time and I'll get to work on it
(if you can get the German text into a less eye-straining form it would help)

She's a sturdy specimen, something scary out of Wagner?:D
 
Here's an attempt at the first 4 stanzas:

ALETTA hangs on the cross – it's already a couple of hours.
Now it's time for the Torturers, and she's trembling there, afraid.
They want to know, "Where are your tribe skulking in their camp?"
So far she hasn't told them, the German lass stays stum.

As she hauls on her arms, she moans, they're cruelly wrenched,
Rough ropes are holding her, they've left her nothing on,
Her bare legs spread so wide reveal her shame,
Nailed fast to the Crossbeam, she can find no support.

Over her thick pussy-bush there hangs a scrap of cloth,
Otherwise she's naked – that's just right for the thugs,
Young, sturdy, strapping girl-flesh – men's flesh already hot!
Legs, loins, belly, breasts, all giving them what they crave.

Her breasts weigh down her bust unnaturally,
It's hard for her to breathe, so tightly is she tugged,
Through her white flesh they see her ribs, her abdomen's pressed flat,
They pinch her legs, her loins, her tits, and cruelly mock and jeer.
 
Here's an attempt at the first 4 stanzas:

ALETTA hangs on the cross – it's already a couple of hours.
Now it's time for the Torturers, and she's trembling there, afraid.
They want to know, "Where are your tribe skulking in their camp?"
So far she hasn't told them, the German lass stays stum.

As she hauls on her arms, she moans, they're cruelly wrenched,
Rough ropes are holding her, they've left her nothing on,
Her bare legs spread so wide reveal her shame,
Nailed fast to the Crossbeam, she can find no support.

Over her thick pussy-bush there hangs a scrap of cloth,
Otherwise she's naked – that's just right for the thugs,
Young, sturdy, strapping girl-flesh – men's flesh already hot!
Legs, loins, belly, breasts, all giving them what they crave.

Her breasts weigh down her bust unnaturally,
It's hard for her to breathe, so tightly is she tugged,
Through her white flesh they see her ribs, her abdomen's pressed flat,
They pinch her legs, her loins, her tits, and cruelly mock and jeer.

pussy bush nice founding but he means it much hornier
 
pussy bush nice founding but he means it much hornier
Yes, the dictionaries tiptoe around it ;) without getting to the point -
I thought it probably meant c***,
but 'pussy-bush' sound nice and picks up the literal sense of the German elements. :)
 
Yes, the dictionaries tiptoe around it ;) without getting to the point -
I thought it probably meant c***,
but 'pussy-bush' sound nice and picks up the literal sense of the German elements. :)
not probably but sure but as i said nice finding send you tomorrow the other in english stanzas :D
 
Translating poetry is much more difficult than prose. Getting the meaning of the words correct while maintaining the rhyme & meter is very difficult & sometimes impossible.
I think you've done a very good job, Eulalia, even if there is no exact English equivilent of Fotzenbusch.
 
Thanks - yes, I've tried to convey the imagery and 'sensation' of the poem rather than translating precisely.
I quite enjoy playing with rhyme and rhythm (as in E's Grin-Songs and some in E's Book),
but when I do that in a 'translation' I end up with quite a different poem,
so I've just used a simple, flexible stress-measured line for this one.
We hope to have more of Aletta up quite soon!:)
 
Thanks - yes, I've tried to convey the imagery and 'sensation' of the poem rather than translating precisely.
I quite enjoy playing with rhyme and rhythm (as in E's Grin-Songs and some in E's Book),
but when I do that in a 'translation' I end up with quite a different poem,
so I've just used a simple, flexible stress-measured line for this one.
We hope to have more of Aletta up quite soon!:)
me toooo girlie and i'm very busy with the next 5 no 6:D
 
And here are stanzas 5 -8!

"Tell us, you little savage, quick, where are your rabble hid?
Otherwise we'll torture you - no mercy, till you croak!"
Her lips press tight together, she won't betray her folk,
So two young brutes with hefty whips prepare for the next assault.

They swinge and swipe, thongs hissing, slashing her naked flesh,
Pain fills her eyes with tears, they pause to hear her shriek -
But she only heaves a sigh, lips tremble, deep welts blaze,
Drawn by the lash of leather thongs across her glistening hide.

Slant-wise the pain-straps bite her belly, breasts and thighs,
Her wide-stretched legs are jerking tight and pulling on the spikes,
She gasps for air with every blow, wet sweat streams down her skin,
And all her gods she begs for help, to keep safe what she knows.

"So you don't want to talk? Just wait, we've other kinds of pain -
Look here, these nails we haven't used - so far, we're being kind!
But we can use them, German whore, they're for your busty boobs!"
Straightway on her hard little teat they press a nail's sharp point.
 
great:D
 
Aletta gasps and gazes down, desperately trying to squirm
As through her bulging breast-flesh the nails soon find their way.
A poor, tormented mammal, she squeals so loud and wild -
The nails burst right through her breasts, a weird, unearthly sight.

Aletta's last scrap tumbles down, stark naked now!
By lustful, ruthless male hands she feels her pussy grabbed -
"Perhaps the iron on this prick can loosen up your tongue?"
Slowly into her woman-parts the penis of pain is drilled.

Wilder and wilder shrill her shrieks, as she feels the phallic power,
Deep in her girlhood probing the relentless raping tool,
Yet stubborn she stays, not a word betrays, for all the agony.
She drops her head, her dribbling drips, her fluttering eyelids close.

Another test! The hot irons glow, smoking in the coals,
Which have before from many strong men driven all bravery -
They show her the red-hot crosses, wait for her to betray...
Her lips squeeze tight, she won't give way, stubborn and hard she stays.

So tight inside their victim's bum they force the burning iron.
Shrieking shrill with the savage pain, she tugs and tugs at the nails.
On her thighs, her belly, quivering breasts, the torture-tools burn brands,
Till she hangs exhausted on the Cross, by blessed oblivion saved.
 
So tight inside their victim's bum they force the burning iron.
Shrieking shrill with the savage pain, she tugs and tugs at the nails.
On her thighs, her belly, quivering breasts, the torture-tools burn brands,
Till she hangs exhausted on the Cross, by blessed oblivion saved.

as usual great;)
 
Her And Him: A Painful Poem

'painful poem'

it plays like a Broadway musical. so endearing...
so sweet... a love-story... first from a 'her' then a 'him'...

her:

he scourges me
with whips
my body writhes
in agony
my hands bound
my naked back
feels the wrath
of leather thongs
lashing
cutting
slashing my skin
you grin
you know it hurts
this pain
you strike me again
the pain!

him:

I scourge you with my whip
I watch the welts
mark up your flesh
I laugh at your screams
and pull your hair
and slap your breasts
bitch, feel the pain
as I strike you again
and again and again and again
with my whip
on your back
and buttocks
I grin

(the end)
 
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I hate starting new Threads, I don't like creating unnecessary wasted space. I just did not know where to place this little poem I just wrote (please cut me some slack, it just popped into my head, and I wrote it in about 5 min. It is close to bedtime). I am nowhere near the many great writers on this forum (Tree, Eulalia, LittleSiss,Barbaria,Pkindenhaag...etc). You guys and gals inspire me to try a poem myself . Depending on the response, I may add more on this same Thread, therefore I won't have to start another thread. Ok....here goes...........

My lover, meet me at lands end at twilight time
At the cliff where the rocks meet the crashing sea
We'll make love under a starless sky
Take my hand
Don't be afraid
Tonight will last forever
Meet me at lands end where the rocks and sea lie below
Let's make love like never before
Afterwards we'll take a journey into the place
Where the living meet the dead
 
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I hate starting new Threads, I don't like creating unnecessary wasted space. I just did not know where to place this little poem I just wrote (please cut me some slack, it just popped into my head, and I wrote it in about 5 min. It is close to bedtime). I am nowhere near the many great writers on this forum (Tree, Eulalia, LittleSiss,Barbaria,Pkindenhaag...etc). You guys and gals inspire me to try a poem myself . Depending on the response, I may add more on this same Thread, therefore I won't have to start another thread. Ok....here goes...........

My lover, meet me at lands end at twilight time
At the cliff where the rocks meet the crashing sea
We'll make love under a starless sky
Take my hand
Don't be afraid
Tonight will last forever
Meet me at lands end where the rocks and sea lie below
Let's make love like never before
Afterwards we'll take a journey into the place
Where the living meet the dead

Great beginning....keep going please! :)
 
I hate starting new Threads, I don't like creating unnecessary wasted space. I just did not know where to place this little poem I just wrote (please cut me some slack, it just popped into my head, and I wrote it in about 5 min. It is close to bedtime). I am nowhere near the many great writers on this forum (Tree, Eulalia, LittleSiss,Barbaria,Pkindenhaag...etc). You guys and gals inspire me to try a poem myself . Depending on the response, I may add more on this same Thread, therefore I won't have to start another thread. Ok....here goes...........

My lover, meet me at lands end at twilight time
At the cliff where the rocks meet the crashing sea
We'll make love under a starless sky
Take my hand
Don't be afraid
Tonight will last forever
Meet me at lands end where the rocks and sea lie below
Let's make love like never before
Afterwards we'll take a journey into the place
Where the living meet the dead


Go Ahead, My Friend!

Top-Cat
 
I hate starting new Threads, I don't like creating unnecessary wasted space. I just did not know where to place this little poem I just wrote (please cut me some slack, it just popped into my head, and I wrote it in about 5 min. It is close to bedtime). I am nowhere near the many great writers on this forum (Tree, Eulalia, LittleSiss,Barbaria,Pkindenhaag...etc). You guys and gals inspire me to try a poem myself . Depending on the response, I may add more on this same Thread, therefore I won't have to start another thread. Ok....here goes...........

My lover, meet me at lands end at twilight time
At the cliff where the rocks meet the crashing sea
We'll make love under a starless sky
Take my hand
Don't be afraid
Tonight will last forever
Meet me at lands end where the rocks and sea lie below
Let's make love like never before
Afterwards we'll take a journey into the place
Where the living meet the dead
Don't do yourself down, Hondoboot! That is excellent, and I for one enjoyed it greatly!
 
When you see and hear the words and they can't be denied ... no matter what they are ... write them down.

Yes! Keep going! :)
 
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