Best Katana Poems
Sharpest were the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those nearest, not dearest,
and nearly as sharp the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those oddly at arm's length.
Neither could be approached,
the nearest were too near,
and arm's length too prohibitive.
And he didn't know, really,
which approach meant more
or frightened him more.
But deep in the words
and the eyes and the elbows
was the sharpest weapon
known to him or to them.
A sharper weapon was sought.
10th October 2018
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
surrendering to wounds from constant battles.
I was fading in shades of an Autumn leaf,
crumbling to seasonal trials,
yet, searching for a remedy
to prevent winds from carrying me away.
In the pantomime of life,
I've learned how to pretend.
Hiding the truth behind each scar,
visible and invisible, engraved upon my skin.
My soul is a testament to inflictions fought and won.
Sometimes lacerations ache,
yet the pain can never define me.
For within me burns a spirit, fierce and full of flames.
I've soared over storms,
illuminated in the darkest night -
still, I rise to the call of morning Robins.
Each clot forming is a symbol of resilience,
as in the face of adversity, I find my lion nature,
so let the blood coagulate, let healing begin.
I am a samurai not prepared to retire my Katana sword.
Through every trial, I'll emerge stronger,
until it's finally time to go back home.
contrary to
conformity
finding com
fort in in divi
duality she's
the redhead
in canada
that uses
her words
carefully
and her
pen as
an anvil
knowing
which word
even before
writing it down
what shape it will
take maybe a
razor sharp
blade of
a haiku
katana
or simply
to wait for
the weight
of a twist of
her wrist and
end a poem while
brandishing in hand
a Scots broad sword
but haven't you heard
that a sculptor can
size a marble
stone no
matter
the size
by touch
knowing if
this is where
an arm will be
then all falls into
place proportionately
placing an arm
at arm's length
and the waist not
to waste a single
chip of chisel to take
away the balance of what
figure that is figured out to
be even to the tiniest detail
so as Michelangelo
lay on top of the
stone that he
knew would
become
David
he runs
and rubs
his hands
over what will be
come a young
man's ribs
and down
lower his
mind al
ready
sees
what
people
will talk
about for
centuries
of mankind
and manhood
If you keep spitting lines
Gonna need a katana to cut through
All of your dropping du bovines
You wipe me off of your shoe
While I measure you up
For your funeral fashion debut
Upon my fist you shall sup
Come on read me the signs
Can't keep breaking them in two
Your lack berry whines
Shall loose your teeth a few
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I was in a bad mood so I took a few minutes to spit this out. Enjoy
Holy Crap, good one Cowboy, this guy gives a whole new
meaning to the saying Slice and Dice. Ever see anything like
it Cowboy? naw not in my years as a Texas Ranger I never saw
anything like this. I've seen knife fights before but never as bad
as this one must have been, whoever done this was really pissed!
This was no knife fight ole buddy, this was done by a sword
a Katana to be precise. Used by Samurai Warriors in ancient
Japan. It was their method of death to their enemies. Seems
to work real well by the looks of this guy. Any idea who he is Brick?
yep, names Mike " Mickey " Reubens local drug dealer nasty guy too.
So this shadow bum figures to do a little execution work to help us
out with the vermin of this city does he Brick? It do look like it
Cowboy, I think we need to nab this creep before someone else
gets food processed like this joker. Brick pulled the blanket back
over the stiff and something caught his eye on top the Bywater Bridge
Bill it's him. Just as Bill looked up the someone that caught Bricks eye
began to run, but not before Bill could see that the person was dressed
all in black and the only thing visible was his eyes. Let's go Bill we maybe
can nab this creep. Both cops started running for their cars, lets take
one car, that way if we catch up to him one of us can chase on foot.
Next thing Brick and Bill were of heading down Walters ave. Sirens blaring!
To be cont.
Illuminated city
Tarek Hassan
No one in the darkness of night
That strange bird wings
The town was illuminated,
I was fascinated to see continue make-
For a moment was lost in a dream.
I could see the light of how the skyscraper palace
I thought it would be a strong friendship with the sky
The pinnacle of the luxury mansion
The sky seems to have rolls.
Underworld place I've heard a lot of stories, and I could see
Lanes glazing of the city
Many small buildings arranged in color
I am alone in the silent night, the illuminated city.
The photograph on the wall of the mind come up katana
Billboard at the side of the road,
Alleges the god of this world
This city is so beautiful sajalo Who?
I am a worker, worker thinking
The workers involved in labor sweat
This city is so beautiful, cheap labor while celebrating.
But then got frustrated when
Hard work, fair value loss
The city is in the hands of those who would arrange
Just getting some of the abuses and neglect.
And once those entities sleeping jagena
Why is it undesirable to us,
Maybe someday I'll move out of the city
There will be stuck on the walls sweat attalikara workers,
As the scrub, and water soaked city.
I have broken labor to build a Manufacturer
Come back again, maybe the smell of sweat suke
I fall into the hands of workers, the illuminated city.
A Nordic says "God lives in Asgard"
A Jew says "God lives in Heaven"
A Mayan says "God lives in the 13 Heavens"
A Samurai says "God lives in the Katana sword"
A Gnostic says "God lives within us"
If God was to be asked where he lives,
which abode do you think he would say?
There were two of them
Lemmy and Remmy...
Two leaders born
Born of destiny
The weight of government
Must rest on the shoulders
Of Lemmy and Remmi
Israe-el and Leki
One king the other kingsman
One immortalized one mortal
There is no telling them apart but
Leki has a scar on his back.. yet
Others claim Israe-el has a scar too
When mama called out to Israe-el
He faced his mama who realized
The folly for faced her Leki...
A heated exchange outside the mall
Israe-el has Leki vexed..
And now its an all out war..
Israel tries to use the katana
fails to wield it in its full power
Leki takes the sword lifts it, it thunders
And katana glint of silver comes alive
Down Israe-el... brevity in moment
Then Leki realizes what he has done
DADDY!! DADDY!!! screams Leki
I have killed my bro .. DADDY!!!!
A slight rain covers the land..
Leki sobbing uncontrollably
A slight stir did i see, did i..
He is alive Leki!!... He lives
Far be it from you Leki
To ever put out the lantern
For in Israe-el is the lantern
The sword of Israe-el now
Belongs in the custody
The custodians seers
Leki you realized katana..
Katana glint of silver
You are extra powerful
Shouldn't be held lightly
Remmy na Lemmy
Abuja doesn't feed on manna..
That why the boom and boom
Is alive boom boom are drums
Drums of war for Lemmy doesn't
Doesn't live on manna... ABUJA
CODE 254
Mselah 0922hrs
LKN
My beautiful lady
Wields a mean katana
And you dikeledi
Don't love your rapist
The stockholm syndrome
The Tiger General
Hobbes
The Tiger general strode onto the field of battle,
Tail flowing eloquently as he walked.
And then he turned to his men and began to speak,
They fell instantly silent as he talked.
The general led his men with a strong presence and iron resolve,
They fell into line at a quick command.
When they marched he always took the head,
And lead his men across the fields of sand.
His men followed him with love, respect and admiration.
His feats were the stuff that make up great tales.
Each fur who followed him took every order to a tee.
And when it comes to plans he never fails.
The tiger knew this battle was different then the last,
He felt the tides turn on the winds of change.
He knew that something horrible was about to happen.
He didn't know about the scope or range.
It was in the thick of the combat that he found it out,
and his face changed to one of hidden pain.
But he never showed his men a shred of doubt,
And each passing feeling he would detain.
He started loosing men at an alarming rate,
And he drew his blade and rallied the boys.
But the enemy had an advantage so large,
It made the master steel look like toys.
The guns were blaring left and right as the tiger stood his ground,
Never surrender he yelled to his men.
And nobody saw that he had shed a few tears
For brothers he would never see again.
The general never backed down and stood his ground,
He screamed that he would fight ''til his last breath.
And he fought with burning desire and passion,
He brought many a Soldier to their death.
And when it came time the tiger knew a showdown would occur,
As the two leader met amidst the fight.
The wolf opposite him unsheathed his own katana,
A true battle that would be quite a sight.
Each great leader was gifted with amazing skill,
They fought each other with tremendous guile.
And the further they got the more the tiger thought,
Soon enough the wolf will show his true style.
The battle went back and forth in a clash of sparks,
And then the wolf took out the tigers feet.
The cheater finally showed his true stripes and colours,
And brought the tiger general to defeat.
The tiger general's men rallied on to win the battle,
And even through death he drove them forward.
His men will always remember him as a friend and a brother,
And a man who truly lived by the sword.
10/5/2009
I. The Bloom
Delicate flower,
sleeping endlessly dreaming
Patiently waiting
White horizon, winter peace,
release tears reluctantly.
II. The Village
Boxes in spaces,
old wooden tatami floor
Summers breath still held within
Outside streets, shuffling feet,
their chatter less foreboding.
III. The Animosity
Blood-stained katana,
glinting insinuation,
fell against ground.
Off the case! Why am I off the Red Light case?
Not that Rodney, this Shadow killer case.
I am letting homicide head that one up, It's not Vice,
Captain, when a prostitute is attacked and her pimp gets
whacked, No pun intended, that makes id Vice doesn't it?
" Rodney, just what do you know about this case?
Captain, from the evidence I've seen, what we have here
is from all indications, a modern day Samuari Shogun
with a very sharp sword called a Katana. This person knows
how to use it, and so far only on bad guys who like hurtin
women. So far only at night, comes in quiet takes care of
business and goes out quiet very quiet and virtually unseen.
Anyway you slice it, their dead and bloody
" Just what in the name of Judas is a Samuari
Shogun person you are talking about Rodney"?
Well Cap'n a Samuari Shogun is from Japan, old Japan
Dresses all in black, with only the eyes visible and carries
a single edged sword. At night would appear to be a shadow
" How do you know all this Rodney"? Well I spoke to
the M.E. after he was done with the stiff and we looked
it up you know kinda like doin my job. Police work and all
Besides Cap'n, Homicide is short a couple of guys
and what they have left are well sort of green
they have only been here in homicide a couple years
Face it Cap'n they could use the help and we both know it,
I already got a leg or two up on this case anyway, ya know
" Rodney, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll have a talk with
the Chief of Homicide and put in a word for you"
If he is ok with it, I'll let you go homicide on temporary
assignment, only temporary got it? we'll go from there"
Thanks Cap'n, can I go now I'm kinda bushed?
been up all night and all," Sure Rodney come in
in the morning and we'll see what homicide says
Brick went to his locker and put his things inside
everything but his weapon's and his shield.
Brick always carried a stow away on his right leg
After that Brick went to his desk to make sure
that his report was all in order so he could turn
it in, by this time it was one in the afternoon
Brick was ready to go home for some needed rest
as he walked out the front door he headed for the
subway, Brick didn't see the eyes watching him.
" Shogun"
I watched as the dark grew around his eyes.
He came through the window,
Stepping like a shadow.
He was the night, he was the ghost, he was the
Unaided fighter as he reached for my side.
And I so desperately wanted to caress his masked face.
His pace was noiseless and so attractive,
Yet death was nearer with every step,
I thought.
Still, I didn’t care if my life would have ended
That night, stolen by the elusive ninja…
I wanted him even closer.
He quickly searched the inside of his shozoku,
Only to reveal a deadly suriken.
Breathless, as he approached, I stood there,
Not wanting to disenchant from his spell.
With one blow, the suriken ripped
The shoulder of my nightgown.
Flowing red stained my pillow
And it felt so real.
Oh, how I wanted his knife at my throat,
Me, his target of the night,
And how I sighed when he drew
His katana.
With one lethal strike I would have
Plunged on the floor, choking for my last breath,
Yet he gently traced the contour of my
Trembling chin… trembling, but only for his touch.
My tears sparkled in the cold, hard steel
As I sensed his breath arising.
I only heard his samurai chuckle and with no warning
He hurled his sword back into the dark.
We both moaned in anxious passion
When he bore my hand into a painful
Wrist lock.
I did not care, I did not see, I did not feel anything aside
The dark-haired ninja over my hips.
Our mangled bodies mirrored in the shiny steel of his forgotten blade,
His chest crowning over mine,
His hands fondling in my hair, down to my aroused breasts.
Two naked bodies trapped in my jujitsu legs.
A ninja so dark, so passionate, so fast,
He gently pulled aside my hidden Sai from under the cushion.
He kissed my breasts, my wrists, my hair,
My lips…
My shoulder, he patched with his soothing mouth.
We locked in kiss so quickly, his tongue
Bitter from my blood, snapping at my neck
And torso while he pushed inside me, deeper.
Invisible in the dark, he loved me
In endless ways, my fragile ninja rested
On the top of my chest.
I stroked his hair in content and silence,
Not even knowing his name.
A dark-haired ninja lay over my hips
When dawn came chewing at our lashes.
I then turned, not to see his figure,
Relying on my silent samurai
Of the dusk that I’ll go back to sleep
And he’ll go back to black.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of tattoos, some of them are kind of
indistinguishable. Hair, black, Mustache, black...Lots of rings.
The victim, person attacked, Maria Wiegold, tagged for prostitution seventeen
times in the past five years, was apparently in the process of being beaten and
strangled in said ally. She said the perp had a knife, the Homicide boys said
it was a flensing knife, I had to look that up. Flensing knife, I'll have to remember
that. The perp was struck down before he could kill her. Is this the Ripper?
I think we got us a live one here, in a manner of speaking. Maybe the killings
will stop now, by the Grace of God! " Yo, Brick"! " What do ya want Mikey, I'm kinda
busy here. " I done some checking with the ME, and your ice berg aint the Rip" He's
the broads Pimp, name's Gino Rondo" " arm long rap sheet, attempted murder
more assaults than I can count" " Your lucky you can count to ten Mikey, and
that's with your shoes off" "Awe Brick, cut it out, will ya"!
" Cheese Whiz, Mikey, I thought we had this one in the bag" " You always was a
hard luck story Brick" Yeah, yeah, I'm goin down to the Morgue, check on our
stiff. " William thirty Baker, central, show me 10-9 at central morgue, I'll be on
portable if you need me" " Central, William thirty Baker, will do Brick". Yeah....
" Hullo Doc"! " Hello Brick"! " I'm here for the skinny on my stiff" " You mean MY
stiff, don't you"? " Well....the Skinny as you call it, is, One cut, powerful, downward
thrust, begins at the breastbone and ends at the groin" " Very precise, almost surgical,
except"! " Except what Doc?" " I don't know any surgeons that
use a sword to cut into people" " You sure Doc?" " Quite sure Brick, I've seen
something like this before, in Japan...If I miss my guess, this was done with
a Japanese Katana".
Samurai !!!
katana my faithful lost
to the bad twist of fate
now yours defender i have
i have to defend without you
katana the glow of silver
as you lit the sky and..
struck down the enemy
them enemies of mine
katana a defenders blade
like no other striking down
the villain a kilometer away
how do i live in your absence
the allure of you katana
i never left you anywhere
you were my companion
my trusted katana glittering
with you gone i broke
my legacy spy glass
darkness fell over the
land i defend no more
how do i wield the all
powerful shield without
you katana glint of silver
katana i had to let you go
in time i will reclaim you
and the legacy will be mine
then i can comfortably wield
the forbidden powerful shield
the forbidden military technique
an art of the ancient legends...
conquest by sword and fortress..
The Lord is my refuge and salvation
lewis nyaga
pmc