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.
Do words serve the meaning,
or meaning the words
Simply delivered,
complexity heard
Muddled presentment,
the message undone
Brevity pointed,
to pierce zero-sum
(The New Room: December, 2021)
Katana, famous sword, used by
Samurai in Japan.
In ancient Japan for sword fight
they were taught to use their full might.
High order fight by man.
High order fight by man with goal
striking without thinking
with sword as it'd give opponent
to strike blow to kill that moment.
Deadly fight for winning.
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
It is but new,
It’s something we knew,
That you and we,
We would never be.
Preach a speech, a leech so sly;
Would play a tune, a stanza,` a cry.’
At which you’d grin; lie, deny,
Would grapple our hair and drag us a mile.
When you’d be home, to clasp our throats;
A katana so quick -unsheathed- you smote!
You’d curse and blame to elude your pain,
Upon ‘the others’ who’d loved you the same.
There comes a time when forces of life,
Must tear us apart, to be kept alive.
These days, those minutes, those seconds that flies,
A repulse to cognize; we art retched with flies.
Those seasons, those years, those phases we'd spent,
Bemoaning,` Won’t you come and repent?’
As we vindicate, you’d cantillate;
Life serves us a stale lemonade.
2-9-19
One Hundred and Thirty-Six Words Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
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katana ~
swordsmithing
honoring ancestry
expertise passed down
generation to generation
proud reverence to familial traditions
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 13, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 14) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and May 25, 2019 for PICK A TITLE, VOL 5 - VERSE POETRY CONTEST (#1 FORGED BY FIRE) sponsored by EDWARD IBEH
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
Samurai writer
Bushido inspired
Katana withdrawn
Edge hardened by fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
My beautiful lady
Wields a mean katana
And you dikeledi
Don't love your rapist
The stockholm syndrome
Sound of a sad flute creeps around the temple,
as the Katana sword slides away from its scabbard;
it is slid with so much care;
as though it is a five centuries-old Buddha’s
statue.
Its blade glitters in the ghostly Autumn full moon,
fooling anyone to believe it hasn't slit
any throat, belly, or chest.
The Katana and the Samurai warrior are One;
he has a calling to obey its whispers in his intuition,
to slit whoever it chooses….
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date: 4/20/2016
He sensed the presence before he saw it
Taking out the glowing katana he gave chase
At exhilarating speed through the sleep town
The presence eluded him taking to the skies
The rural village for now will stay safe
From the influence of dark invaders
The people will be safe and live on
No official record of the event will exist
IME IMELA YOU DEFEND US NOW
Shed tears not for your loved one
Who has departed leaving -Ime sad
Leaving Ime bitter- Ime you passed
You declined the sacrifice MuKiama
Ime so young yet now you have to
Use the forbidden military technique
Those in the know call it ngungi...
Ime you wield it within you now....
Mighty lion you are
Crushing your enemy
Immortalized abilities
Ime rite is passage
Time illusion -..
Path eternal........
Abuja enters the Hilton hotel
A minor scuffle- Ime is outside
Birds of omen are gathering
Ime lightening and thunder
....Floods are coming.............
Innocent grace
the blameless
Ime kataa
Ime the covenant
A defender wields the Katana
only to the peoples defense
your feelings of loss should
never shadow your obligation
to duty Ime Imela - Ekurua
Ime Rite is passage... and
Wayhi is the name of your son
Ime it now your duty to defend
And defender i have to enter...
Kings counsel
Selah
Code 254
0557 hrs
lewis k nyaga
thoome wairegi
a tribute to IME
Young buja wrote
One thing I know about poetry
is that you can compare it to singing or painting-
you cannot make a good painting or song,
if your thought is on wealth and fame.
You have to enjoy the art of poetry,
with all your heart-
a passion that cannot be taught.
Have you seen Samurai warriors
sleeping with their Katana swords besides them?
That’s the same way you should view poetry;
making every word, verse, and inspiration
to be part of your life.
Another thing is that the best poets never think so hard on what to write;
they play with words, creating their own metaphors;
they write what they feel at the core of their hearts,
and think in the deepest depths of their minds without
fear or intimidation.
not looking to left, or right, another rider drove
straight into her, knocking her off her blue Yamaha
and out into the asphalt sea,
then…looking quickly round, (for steam rollers)
she jumped up, like one of those sea-gods in a
Japanese movie, slashing the mountain of stares
with her katana... those grim-faced drudges who’d
never erred themselves: and she shone her light
back at them, refusing to look at the ground,and
shouted out aloud,
”KISS MY ****!”
and they bravely looked away. .. except the owner of the hair
and nail boutique, who smiled as she walked her way.
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
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