Best Ronin Poems

I wander the landscapes of solitude
Unchecked and unhealed,
Beneath heavens speared with bamboo rain,
A blade on my back concealed
Beyond where the eye can envisage and see,
Deserts...

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Dishonorable Tao pen,
your fealty strokes 
are guided by 
shogun lust for the yen

Quill treachery 
blot your avarice ambition
Devious calligraphy
be the torn loyalty decision

Vain kimono pride
is...

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True patience means bearing the unbearable 


Once I 
Lived 
bushido
At Heart.
Served my lord, 
Wielding carbon
And steel
In fidelity.

Cast aside,
I have
No master now.
I will not taste 
My...

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Old age and its wisdom but
mostly luck of the draw one inch to the right
or left of the arrow that kills a comrade beside me
To...

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Raised to believe many things
One which a guy from up high 
Comes flying out that sky that we all see
It had to be literally
Did i...

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I am nearing the endless night and my body
reminds me of it’s torture in a daily vigil
toward reprimand 
My adoration of you my love has...

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Before I wake this split second of pure white joy
alone in a field of blowing grasses and nothing
No sound no fear no joy no duty
just...

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Ronin
Forty-seven men,
hereditary nobles,
military samurais,
serving their master,
who was betrayed and killed by
another lord, ronin's, they
turned masterless, schemed
samurai, three years 
spun thieves, mercenaries, and
madmen, delight all
the challenges...

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Clearly I see you now Death I am not afraid to look
Where were you when the earth ran red
and a thousand men screamed for you...

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Stone pebbles crush beneath my sandals
Bare skin welcoming warm breezes
in the aftermath of a cold shameful bath
Washing crimson away and
my soul bit by bit ...

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There is a price in taking another man’s life and
it strikes during the repose of presumed peace
waking screams to the half moon sky jaunted movement...

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It was a quaint little shop
Looking strangely out of place
And the owner was a hermit
With a crinkled young old face.

He was a man of distinction
Of...

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These were letters written in tablets of blood
We wrote the pains of yesterday today wittily 
On this seaside of swaying embargo of tablets

She was the...

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Powerful in many ways. What can it be to the modern ronin? What if it has more to it than a physical appearance? The mind...

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On my knees in meditation
As my enemy close in
I can see them in my minds eye
I will grant the their wish to die

So as i...

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