To those without google, let me be her oracle:

Hello flutterbyzrfree,

It appearS that in the above, the letter I wrote to Nice Lady ----- come this evening, the wind blowing from China, is the abiliTy to blow away, blow away some of the reader's mind that the fog of doUbt, you translation of my work, so that some readers of the heart, the resulting fog of doubt, this is can be wind, blow away, blown away, I think so,

In this way, so I know that the letter written to Nice Lady, the effect produced, it will cause heart existed fog, doubt those readers, so surPrising to ourselves, people say, ah, my God, the orIginal flutterbyzrfree, not a businessman selling demon Yeah, this flutterbyzrfree, not from the East, from the east hole symmetry breaking of the demons of the merchants, with the demons who make our food, ah, this flutterbyzrfree,

Perhaps some other reaDers would say, I want to cheer flutterbyzrfree really great, really great for the flutterByzrfree, thunder of cheers, as brave, very powerful forces flutterbyzrfee, success for us, the East of the demons hole symmetry breaking, our table, for the first time with the demons that beautiful, delicious food, this way, it is likely that our books. pen, it will jump on the table, go in the Oriental demons,

Perhaps, there are readers, will be angry, and now, finally from the lies of the pocket, jumped out of a real rabbit, this rabbit has a demon soul, and now, finally brought it flutterbyzrfree ckets of a lie, , jumped out of a real rabbit, this rabbit has a demon soul, whIch makes our hunters never believed that this flutterbyzrfree not such a person is by no means such a person ----- ----- create such a rabbit out of the demons of the soul who, at this time, this reader would think so, I use my anger anger shotgun, immediately killed the rabbit with the demons of the soul - that Satan, which disrupted We live a quiet valley of Satan, which makes our lives a quiet valley, many of the treasure, and we love the most beautiful flowers, all angry, angry Yuanyuan widened eyes, so we use angry bullets, calm, calm, peaceful elimination of the valley of our lives, many treasure, beautiful flowers and anger,

But the reader, immediately thought of tolerance, tolerance, is the highest contribution to world civilization, then, that ---- the reader his readers, just because of their anger and become crooked mouTh, and change the ugly mouth, suddenly become very beautiful, is not difficult to read, not crooked, suddenly, it attracted the bees of the sea, this is not the boundary of bees, facing the audience singing the heavy, sweet, cool ode, the deepest thanks to you, deepest thanks to you,
The readers do not know, know how bees, why should the reader to sing the praise of poetry, the reader just shook his head, shook his head, replied, bees, would you like to ----- what you should thank me, my dear flower ----- child who is in love with the angel of the flowers are not afraid of difficulties to pass a sweet love letter, and kiss the messenger, ah,

Because we saw the highest contribution to world civilization ----- tolerance, tolerance, forgiveness, tolerance, from your beautiful soul of this tolerance, toleranCe, forgiveness, tolerance ----- the highest contribution to world civilization , as infinite as the cosmic consciousness, sweet, beautiful this tolerance, tolerance, like the beauty of spring flowers and delicate fragrance of this century tolerance, tolerance, like the beautiful moon light heavy sweet and greatest music as beautiful as this tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, are burning in your lips, your lips become our king, our God, our most touching magic flowers, a thousand great magic, myth, fairy tales, fragrant miracle We should never see, never taken the nectar of your lips Garden ------ ----- that you create the most beautiful in the world that your lips ----- ----- this world the most beautiful, is this a thousand great garden, we must always in the garden, gathering the nectar

Your infinite beauty, so that we could not ----- not contain prohibited, to kneel at your feet, you surrender to worship with your lips, your noble, great with the most tolerant of the heavy sweet spirit of tolerance soul,

I saw this very interesting bees praise poetry, the reader's faith in this love, worship, so that the reader, suddenly laughing, suddenly laughing, this is too fun, mean, this is too fun, mean, Yes, I would have the most loyal friend Van Loon, Van Loon has been living in my palace in the heart of the beautiful, Van Loon is me, I am Van Loon,


Listen Up, BitcHez

Self! What a great translation! But did you consider this? It is both more concise, though some of the accuracy may have eroded in favor of space.
Self, I will be back when I have had more time to put it through Google! Can't wait to see your next write! I thought 'Listen Up, Bitchez' took away from the beauty of the piece, and truncated it to just "Listen". I hope you don't mind self, you know I'm a fan of your work.

How by, on powerful wind
many mind come to know
doubtfog? It flutter by
like troll on website. Like
stupid thought had in morning
before coffee taken.

Business selling demon! go from
here! East-not-East, all door
open to you. Give saliva, exchange
for life, small present and
thunder.

Rabbit, listen my word and mark it,
they affect you too. Satan
live in valley, has eye on
cabbage patch. Beware! Beware!
His floating mindfog hair
like neon sign.

Do not be deceived that I troll,
no troll this clever. flutter-bys
very clever creatures, know the
truth of all mountain cloud
high to infinity. Goddess
walk by head, buzzing in
palace. Full of thousand
garden and laughter of bee.
Think about that.

Listen

OMGBOX self, your kind words always touch and inspire me. Self, that's just brilliant! I accidentally copied and pasted "listen" from the translator and thought it was a great addition. I will try leaving it out for now, after considering your words. Oh, self, where do you get these ideas? What do you think about this:

How, strong winds
Understanding of many minds
doubtfog? It consists of flutter
Like the trolls on the site. With
Stupid ideas have in the morning
The first two of coffee.

Business Sales devil! From to
Here! East is not East, all the doors
Open to you. For saliva, AC
Life, small gifts,
Thunder.

Rabbit, rabbit! Listen to me,
They affect you. Satan
Live in the valley, has been eyeing
Cabbage. Beware! Beware!
His hair floating mindfog
Neon.

Troll will not lie to me,
Trolls do not have this smart. Parking flutter
Very intelligent animals, understanding
Mountain cloud the truth of all
High to infinity. Goddess
Through the head, in the humming
Palace. Thousands of filling
Gardens and bees laugh.
Think about that.

Just a thought to use or lose. Self, you always know best.

Self, I just wanted to say that your superb mastery of the language has just blown my mind away. BOOM! POW! You really nailed what I was trying to say in the first place with liberal application of Google. Self, I could do this forever! WHY YES, YES I COULD!!!

How the wind
Knowledge in the minds of many
doubtfog? He had a veil
Foul, as in the site. When
Stupid idea early in the morning
There are two first coffee.

Corporate Sales demon! To
Click here! Not all of the east gate of the East
I will open to you. For saliva, AC
Life's little guy,
Thunder.

Listen, Bunny-rabbit
Touch you. Satan
Like a tiger live in the valley
Be careful! Be careful!
Even the very hairs swimming mindfog
Neon.

Troll me, I will not lie
Trolls do not have this smart. Parking veil
Very intelligent animals, understand it
Mountain cloud the truth of all
High to infinity. Goddess
Through the head, the field
Palace. Thousands of filling
Smile bee garden.
Consideration.

Self, you could make this into a fine ku, i think.

How wind know thunder?
like satan know old rabbit.
Consideration

or....yes--this is better and deeper--

knowledge of neon doubt
lead rabbit to evil path--
bee sound warning buzz

ku-ku-de-kuuuu! you go, boy.

I will come back to myself with a sonnet later, but the second stanza is giving me trouble. ugh!!

Dear You,

Since no one seems to wants to help you, you will have to help yourself. Keep posting to yourself, and the way will come clear. No one ever said this google-poeting would be easy! Hang in there, and never, never give up.

Sincerely, &
With Warmest Affections,

Me

don't you think you are taking this a bit too far, christopher?

I am not sure what it is you think I have done. Is talking to oneself a crime? Yes, I admit, its a little eccentric--but since an early age, its been a habit of mine. Once when I was a boy, i was--oh, ten or so--I was walking out to my mailbox, to check the mail. A bird was hopping around the sidewalk--and without thinking I said "Hello, Bird!". To my chagrin, my neighbor, who had never been my No. 1 fan, was at his own mailbox, and he stopped to look at me...and shook his head gravely. "Faggot" he muttered, under his breath. I've never been quite so embarrassed in my life. I ran back inside, almost in tears. Since then I do not greet birds, or otherwise attempt to engage them in conversation. Not even when I am in the best of moods. Thus, I leave my conversations with me to me at the safe distance of strangers. This is a poem about me making fun of me, among other things. If you can't laugh at yourself, well, someone else will. I have learned this the hard way. If the text of the poem seems absurd, take heart, it based on a true story. Just not the story about the bird.

Why mamta? It seems to me that he is doing almost exactly was she is doing, but at least acknowledges the ridiculousness of it. It seems evident that our dear Chinese friend is unaware of what his words are coming out to mean. As a result how really can he give clear consent or actually think that his poems are being represented in a reasonable way? Do you think that they are being represented in a reasonable way? If you were a non-English speaking/reading person would you think that your poetry was being man handled by Google translate? These are real questions that I am asking. And I would really like some real answers from the staff.

Tiger is having a bit of fun with himself, in my opinion. And before you make Butter into a victim it would be best to point out that it is she that first ran to the finished section to post "Sucks. I hate it!" and rate me a 1 on a poem. I didn't do that to her. In fact, my only issue is in how she is treating this man's poetry through the use of Google. Well, what is fair for her seems to be what is fair for Tiger.

This may seem distasteful to you and others, but what she is doing seems distasteful to me and others. I am sure that there is a way of resolving this, but I don't see anyone suggesting a way to do that.

oh, petit tigre, I like the second poem and the haikus that best.

I like the haikus as well. They never would have occured to me if I hadn't engaged in this experiment. Inspiration lurks in mysterious places.

audie, mayo , birdie whoever you are stop playing your dirty games. you are a respected poet on this site, you need not do this.

when john asked all of you to use the block list , why did you rate this 4 as audie

www.gotpoetry.com/Poem...97626.html

isnt it cheating? dont you feel ashamed. i have seen you doing this before with many of the other poets. when they block you as ;mayo, you come as audie or as birdie and rate. arent you a well wisher of this site? then...

before pointing fingers at others, clear the dirt in your mind.

Is that your intelligent response to my query, mamta?


who the hell is birdie?

i dont need to respond to someone like you mayo. sorry.....

mamta wrote:

audie, mayo , birdie whoever you are stop playing your dirty games. you are a respected poet on this site, you need not do this. when john asked all of you to use the block list , why did you rate this 4 as audie www.gotpoetry.com/Poem...97626.html isnt it cheating? dont you feel ashamed. i have seen you doing this before with many of the other poets. when they block you as ;mayo, you come as audie or as birdie and rate. arent you a well wisher of this site? then... before pointing fingers at others, clear the dirt in your mind.

I have no access to Audie's account, and have never done any such thing.
How can I possibly feel shame for an act I didn't commit?

i am not talking about you i replied to mayo's post.

Oh, she is talking to me petit tigre.

mamta wrote:

i dont need to respond to someone like you mayo. sorry.....

someone like me?

I apologize, I thought "birdie" was directed at me. Please Mamta, I do believe your initial anger was directed at me, and I am happy to shoulder it. There is no need to take it out on Mayo.

mamta wrote:

audie, mayo , birdie whoever you are stop playing your dirty games. you are a respected poet on this site, you need not do this. when john asked all of you to use the block list , why did you rate this 4 as audie www.gotpoetry.com/Poem...97626.html isnt it cheating? dont you feel ashamed. i have seen you doing this before with many of the other poets. when they block you as ;mayo, you come as audie or as birdie and rate. arent you a well wisher of this site? then... before pointing fingers at others, clear the dirt in your mind.

One, you don't know what the hell you are talking about. And no I do not feel ashamed. My ip address is shared by a total of seven people. Just because you feel like being a dick doesn't mean that I am one.

. . .

Note to Self: writing poems from you to you can be dangerous. In the future, wear a safety helmet.

electrictiger wrote:

I apologize, I thought "birdie" was directed at me. Please Mamta, I do believe your initial anger was directed at me, and I am happy to shoulder it. .

No, it wasn't. But I feel sorry to see the way she made a fool out of both you and Izmeiah [ hope i spelt it right]. I have nothing else to say. Keep up the good work. But don't hurt your fellow poets.

I would never intentially hurt a fellow poet. As for Izmeiah, it is unlikely that he will be living much longer. He is suffering from Crest's Syndrome,
as well as a form of acute diabetic neuropathy that has proceeded to a point that is irreversible. This might not seem relevant to the discussion, but a person in agony may find anything, anything at all that distracts him a boon, and a person who loves him may find anything, anything that lightens his day the lesser of two evils. If anyone is to make a fool of either of us, it will be the other, and never with malice. Mischief is another matter, and also, not the same thing.

Edit: related remark added:
Nothing has been done to gail, that I am aware of, other than an expressed (and very honest) disapproval of her blatantly relentless use of a machine to translate a language she doesn't comprehend, and pass it off as meaningful, representative, or even art. With the approval of a person who, if he is not a troll, is unable to possibly evaluate what she has done. I believe she has the right to keep doing it and I believe I have the right to express myself as well. If you fail to understand why this is offensive, maybe you should re-examine why you write or read poetry. I am sorry, I should applaud such efforts. And why are my own efforts not as worthwhile? This post was not directed at anyone in particular, and was me amusing me, and if it amuses someone else, all the better. What is good for the goose is good for the gander.