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
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?
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.
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
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.
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 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.
The provocation was unfounded
Yet Roy couldn't understand why
His beloved decided to slap him
Roy for the first time in his life
Has just received a slap from a she
Seething he hides the lion barely
Leaves with grace seething with rage
Satient for now his knowledge is complete
He has just bee vindicated and he knows it
Earlier that morning Roy was shedding tears
Scouts don't joke with lions.. Roy vindicated
ROY.. Is fully armed now he wields the shield
Defender turning villain he can taste his anger
A defining moment he turns and executes
Executes the forbidden military move - wields
The lion is armed with- 'ngungi'
On his back the forbidden shield
The eagles tail at a distance
Its a near blood bath
At the last moment roy executed the reversal
Executes the reverse move stopping the force
With his own body... the 'ngungi' is contained
Roy now wield's the powerful shield
IME wields the katana glint of silver
Defender you just passed the test
To wield the most powerful shield
In the defense of your people...
The bottled fury - anger
Dont joke with lions - advice
Boy scout honour.. prvt Srek
Private command centre.. PMC
CODE 254
PRIVATE - Nyaga
Thoome wairegi
KINGS COUNSEL
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
Hitokiri
Battousai,
Battousai the
man slayer,
Peace loving
killing
machine,
Rorouni
Kenshin.
Hiten
Mitsurugi Ryu,
Flying heaven
high sword
style,
But he is
only human,
Kenshin
Himura.
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Kenshin is a
former
legendary
assassin
known as
" Hitokiri
Battosa.
(rendered as
Battousai the
Manslayer.a
wandering
samurai, now
wielding a
sakabato (??
? ? , lit.
"reverse-
blade
sword"), a
katana that
has the
cutting
edge on the
inwardly
curved
side of the
sword, thus
being
nearly
incapable of
killing.
Kenshin
practices the
Hiten
Mitsurugi-ryu
(????? ? ,
lit. "Flying
Heaven
Honorable
Sword Style"),
a fictional
ancient
sword art
which can
be based on
Battojutsu,
that
enables him
to exercise
superhuman
speed and
reflexes ,
study and
predict
his
opponent's
movements
in battle, as
well as
perform
many
powerful
sword
technique
Black Eyed Susan
Contest Senryu