Long Katana Poems
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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.
As the blade leaves the scabbard
As light hits the virgin steel
The emotions well up inside me
And i begin to feel
i feel the lust of battle
as the katana slices through
through skin and bone and even souls
im no longer even thinking
all thought process lost
The sword has taken over
All emotion gone
Parrying and slashing to the swords sweet song
It sounds just like a mountain wind
As it sweeps the valley floor
And glistens like a lagoon
On an islands summer shore
So just as fast as it began
It stops so suddenly
As i wipe the blade with my fingers
To remove the crimson blood
as i push the blade into the scabbard
To send him safely home
That is the final note of the ancient samurai song
Form:
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
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
On the horizon of the plain, where the sun lies down to rest,
A warrior watches over a cause he has long professed.
Two years of vigil, with his soul held like a blade,
In a biting battle that time has not yet swayed.
The hardware is ancient, from an age of former glory,
But the new system fails to recognize his story.
Like Windows 11 on an old Game Boy's screen,
The attempt burns bright, yet tarnishes its sheen.
He draws the Katana of a love absolute,
In a world of cold code, calculating and astute.
He tries the update, adjusts each cable's place,
But the battery drains low in this enslaved race.
"Master's Degree in Resilience," reads his coat of arms,
Yet her server grants no access, sounds no welcoming alarms.
He is a Nokia 3310 attempting to process and run
A dream-built software that simply will not come undone.
Like the last of the Meiji before the cannon's roar,
He fights with honor, yet has no ammunition anymore.
For the greatest victory of the noble warrior's way
Is knowing that his inner fire burned fully on that day.
Sheathe your sword, O master of persistence so fine,
The diploma is yours, earned through patience by design.
If the system will not open, then perform the hard reset,
For a new destiny awaits the courage you have yet to meet.
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
In accordance to annoyance
The sage gracefully treads
In crimson red
She walks the road
Light on her feet
As if almost in air
Delicate curls grace her hips
Her eyes as red as her ravenous lips
Curves , carved as to perfection
Of angels and gods
Fallen far from heaven
She guards the lands
Protects it soil
The flesh that breathes
Even their willing steeds
Prematurely agitated
She calms them as they breed
But hidden under that saintly façade
Lies intent so deepy scarred
Villainous , so filled with rage
With death She be pleased
With blood She be praised
Her strength, be judged not by a
glance
For alarming, a beauty
Her only plan, be to make you pay
Revenge She seeks , of mercy not,
She speaks
For all that remains
Is her dark blood garnished sheath
Katana in hand She swiftly moves
Soft on feet
The streets She roams
Her mask returned She pales to grey
Bloody thirst concealed, delayed
Be warned , however , be not fooled
For beyond her beauty,
Lies nothing but the grave
by
Amanda Miller
Form:
12/17/20
"Prima Nocta"
No matter how hard I think
Still can't find the missing link
All night long I drink
I'm on the brink
No, I don't need a shrink
Or to consume more zinc
Trying to stay awake but continuing to blink
It will or won't sync
In person, by image or written in ink
Seeing good and things that really stink
It always took strength
To go to great lengths
It never did any good to draw a blank
Occasionally may have had to break the bank
Oh my goodness
No other way to put it
Couldn't stop doin' what I shouldn't
It's apparent
They say the devil wears it
I never once wore Prada
Problems I gotta
Lot of
Mr. Phantom of the Opera
Been really doing nada
Causing pointless drama
Even arguing with my mama
Sippin' whatever even beer, wine or vodka
Not a lot of agua
Causing my body trauma
All day and night long smoking marijuana
A Tragic Saga
Not saving up any commas
Hard to read my persona
Hakuna Matata
This is beyond Dogma
The Dalai Lama
Or praising "Allah"
From the Bahamas
To beyond Osaka
And Botswana
As well as Tijuana
I'm on a
Roll, I've been Godzilla, they've been Mothra
I've been an anaconda
They've been an iguana
Thinking it was funny like haha
How quickly, I'll pull up on ya
Catch them slippin' inside or out of their Honda
They've been Clapa
And Steapa
Warring since the Prima Nocta
To my friends I wanna
Holla
Keep stacking up them blues and every dolla
May you reach a state of nirvana
Among unique flora and fauna
The world freezing cold or hotta than a sauna
If I wanna
I'll continue spitting lava
Chose to consume Belladonna
Or to end it all with a Katana
For good Ta-ta
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
The call of assembly long overdue
named the forgotten from ages thru
From countless wars of eras ascended
pain still fresh, wounds never mended
The screams before the darkness took
Their lives blackened without another look
Scattered bones in foreign lands
dug up diligently by God's own hands
Heaven's roster penned the missing and lost
Those who fought valiant with a cost
Now fierce warriors all stood by
as summoned spirits filled the sky
Hobnailed sandals, barefooted, steel toe boot
marched in unison without dispute
Foes in combat never friends
united at the battle end.
Angels kissed the blood-stained brow
awarded each their sacrifice vow
Hasta pura the Romans’ spear held high
A golden Katana bestowed the fearless Samurai
The “Sword of the Sea” the Chinese swayed
while a Viking warrior sailed away
An Apache fighter reclaimed his land
the ancient Maori received his brand
The Medal of Honor secured its place
on innocent faces who left no trace
Fought to the end with unheard cries
Fought to the death by infinite lies
Rest well Soldier, you nameless soul
your seeds finally planted in fields of gold
Fallen heroes with deeds overlooked
Final reward in life’s eternal book.