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Written: May 23, 2024
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I call you a Venus-blooded princess
deity related to grace and love
you, alone, lost track of your roots
you seem like an amnesiac orphan
searching for love
and a spot to deem abode
lingering emotion
still a sight of a shed dynasty
a voice from wide Hellenic chasm
deep into satin-waved azure sea.
You travel through life as a refugee
being unaware of your royalty
awaiting you is your dynasty
Ignorant of celestial ability
sliding nightly to kiss your feet
your modesty enhances your splendor
oblivious that angels revere you.
Blood flecks Earth's palms
vulture-vamoosed blood loss
fragmented feelings slapped at you
from men grody to your stature
you trade power for gossamer grief
saving those who lack to drain you
finishing a faintly flickering flame
once fatuous flared flawlessly.
You still fight valiantly
still, search for your ethnic kin
you've been banished, little knight
supplied by your ancient souls
tell you to heed the wave whispering
be quiet; listen to Atlantis' harp lament
you are infested with worms.
Pirates stole your Kismet
Zombies inveigle your regal elixir
oblivious disconsolate each air
eviscerate you and lay you bare
quenching hunger in esoteric fruit
while you bear ethereal anguish
crestfallen, reclaim what's yours
let the tides carry you home
your tenacity defeats lecherous
your breath creates waves
hold Elysian sword tightly
your veins are boiling with fire blood
focus on inner chimera samurai
return to your throne
wear your genuine crown.
With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that your still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...
Odin looked confused, and Thor did too,
But none of us bothered to wait
Ten thousands years of warrior souls,
Charged the dark foe right out of the gate.
My boys they shot out Fenris’s eyes,
And the old 7th cav, they rode in
Slashing hard with drawn, curving sabers,
They cut off the monster’s four shins.
The wolf he roared, and his great mouth flared
Blood-read teeth set in wide-open jaws…
But a slew of TOW missiles leapt from the lines
And streaked into the beast’s gaping maw.
The wolf he collapsed, trailing gray smoke,
But Fenris’s life had yet to be spent
So the samurai charged, long katanas drawn
And his flesh they chopped up and rent.
Up came Jorumgandre, the world serpent
Expecting a loud chorus of screams.
Instead he went up in a fiery rage,
Bombed by a hundred B-17s.
A breaching charge set against his flank,
Tore a great, gaping hole in his side
And the Boys of Dunkirk rushed in headlong,
Shooting up his guts ‘till he died.
Then Surtr drew near, his big sword aflame
Ready to bash, to burn, to lay waist
But along came the treads of Patton’s brigades,
And shelled his ankles to make them break.
Surtr fell back and was lost to a swarm
Of plaid Highlanders dense, in a charge.
And when they sheathed swords, all that remained
Was a corpse, quite unusually large!
Finally came dread Loki, marching along
At his back the great host of Muspell.
But from the rear came Puller and US marines,
And to that dark horde, they brought hell!
As they fought, the Berserkers, they charged
Norsemen delivering the last blow,
The horde crumbled quick, turning to flight.
Leave Loki standing alone in the snow.
He turned to run but I shot out his knee
And then dragged him to the gods in chains.
Thor just shrugged, and Mjolnir he swung
And dashed out the deceiver’s brains.
It was the only blow the gods did land,
Most were too stunned to lift an arm.
The Einherjar had slaughtered all before them,
Not a single god had come to harm!
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Listening to the soothing ocean, I
Watch the waves crash the shore like a mad guy;
My happy heart gives a contented sigh,
God's been good to me through ups and downs, aye!
Troubles stifling me like a tight necktie,
All cast out when the sea like Lorelei*
Called out to me, "Come down here, don't be shy",
I feel like a mermaid, a charming fae**,
Or maybe a sea-loving Samurai.
71 words
7th November 2022
*Lorelei - a siren of Germanic legend
**Fae - A fae is a humanoid mystical creature that wields great power in magic and elementals; another word for 'fairy'.
For Hilo poet's "Monomixorhyme" contest
I witnessed gang fights before
But not as violent as this to the core
Students from different public schools
Looking at them like mad men and fools
They carried guns, knives or even samurai
Ready to fight don’t care if they die
The rage they felt in their hearts
Are growing in their mind from the very start
They don’t care if people will get hurt
Poor parents thinking their sons are very smart
Go to school every day and study very hard
Just realized if they receive calls from the police
Their sons are in jail asking for a release
January 2013
Going home late afternoon while riding in a bus full of students that are so noisy, after 5 minutes they looked outside to see their enemy so they force themselves to go out and since I am near the door, I am so terrified for they show their weapons and run, after 2 mins I heard a gunshot..what do you think happen to them? some of the passengers inside the bus, just make faced or show no feeling at all. Even the bus driver..they just keep quite. What a terrible day. whew!!!
For Nathan's Contest
Honorable Mention
As great as the stars they said
As fast as lightning they saw
From dusk till dawn he practices
Through the golden hour his blade shines brightly
Like the reflection of the moon on water
He spars continuously as if he knows no time
Like a waterfall his hair cascades as dark as the night
He wields his sword with great power
In the village he's praised for his achievements
An agile man willing to die for his people
As beautiful as her name Jasmine sounds she soothes his sparring wounds which he treats as his trophies
With his dears by his side his enveloped in family love
The greatest samurai, the greatest father and husband
He was the legend...
[Paraphrase-translation of the song from Lady Snowblood.]
Bright dusk buried in snow
Only the sound of a baying hound
And my wooden geta break the silence
I stride with the weight of Heaven on my mind
I embrace these nights
My paper umbrella is more than it seems
I have walked this path of a woman's life
But my tears will not again
Damp the ground where I must go.
Ah, the winding river path
A path under lamplights
Cranes stand frozen in the weeping rain
Unable to move
My silhouette upon the ice of a frozen pond.
I show no emotion
There will be no more tears
The paper umbrella falls from the blade
I stride the bitter path of a woman
Dragging my heart upon this journey.
As the morning breeze springing sprightful fragrance
Stolen cleverly when he kissed the soft colourful petals
I woke up into a new fresh delightful daylight
To taste once more my honeyed life and my blossoming day.
From my flat laying lazily at level six
I was contented to watch the sunrise
He rose with all his fervor and might
And I wished him a happy day out.
The sighing wind called me to look down the streets
Where I saw people in masks treading hastily
Like ants rushing here and there in hurry
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Stand alone in bunches they waited for their turn
In buses or cars which ever halted to pick
Like strange samurai soldiers flying to a war zone
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Fearful glances and rushing little steps
Even the whisking dresses frightfully heard as sneezes
My heart cried and burned seeing those pity stances
Oh, dear little creatures, stop your playful bounces.
The mighty human race moving towards a comess
When like weird aliens, Covid trying to invade
But tomorrow we will rise from our burning ashes
To tame you and make you a story for our coming cradles.
Third Place in N-A re-run 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Lead me to the island of the rising sun.
The place where Mount Fuji looms over.
Sakura blossoms bloom and fall like rain.
Where Amaterasu shows her face.
Welcome me to the foreign island in the sea.
Where its history is alive.
Both ancient and modern meet.
Culture and tradition are sacred.
A large city overflowing with its people.
the skyscrapers tower over you.
the neon lights glowing up the sky.
where fashion is created, clubs are full.
games are played, and karaoke is sung.
The countryside is living its antique past.
Rice fields are plenty, the sake is poured.
Temples are built by their ancestors.
Where the geikos are dancing at the ochaya.
the samurai swings his swords,
and the sumo wrestles.
Show me the site with its many festivals
and the food is plenty.
From Udon to Sushi, I want a bite.
and the sweets are just as unique.
Guide me in the mountains,
where the springs are naturally hot.
where the rivers flow, the forest is peaceful.
and the gardens are made of rock.
A country where the people are polite.
Bow in greeting, tea in the pot.
Where I can dress in yukata in the summer
and Kimono in the winter.
I want to be at a place that's different than my own.
to smile like them, pray at the shrines for them.
So take me to the land far from here,
and let me live out my dreams.
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 that are faced,
the adrenaline that is
peaked, did kill their lord
master betrayer and their
met deed, all did seppuku,
a mass suicide,
belief be dead, chose
myth, honor, than masterless.
***A ronin (drifter or wanderer) was a samurai without a lord or master during the feudal period (1185–1868) of Japan. A samurai became masterless upon the death of his master or after the loss of his master's favor or privilege.
2020 March 26
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