Long Swordsman Poems
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She wanted her man to be solid and gold
Not the king, who is told to be decrepit and old
Nor valiant swordsman brass and bold.
But compassionate hero who is not oversold
The king had his eye on this bonny maiden fair.
She had gorgeous hazel eyes and thick auburn hair.
She was careful not to catch his gaze, while in his lair.
She was after a man who knew how to love and care.
Just a man, mere and mortal, fair of face.
She knew of a terrific seeking place.
She told not her parents, for they might feel a disgrace
As this mystic sought her knight through portal of outer space
Her father distracted the royal eyes as she slipped out.
The guards did not see her ooze by, so there was no shout.
She ran to the portal, and asked for the best warrior they had.
They brought out a well-built soldier, a handsome lad.
She was magical enough to speak the language of gods.
He gave her clear go-ahead signals, and many approving nods.
They went away in the space ship, and had a marvelous life.
She made her hero a fantastically magical wife.
Born to a mainland,
With several islands of its own,
Mantis is raised,
And martial arts skills are honed.
The Priests of Pama,
Are pacifists of the Kree empire,
They wipe Mantis of her memories,
After training her with passionate fire.
Mantis was sent to Earth,
To experience life,
Mate with the strongest,
And end the warring strife.
Mantis married a plant-like alien,
And a master of the mind,
A Cotati who inhabited the Swordsman,
Her former lover, with which she allied.
Their marriage and mating,
Allowed her to give birth to her son,
The Star Child.
Thus, the life of the Celestial Messiah had begun.
Mantis, a formidable woman,
Who can fell Captain America and Thor,
Grandmaster Martial Artist,
Knows what pressure points to use in war.
She feels deeply,
And can hear many thoughts.
Speaker to many,
Expert communicator and connector of dots.
She psychically speaks with trees and plants,
Like Guardian Groot,
Appealing to the infinite plant wisdom,
To help missions bear better fruit.
Mantis can project herself,
To places far, far, away,
To make herself a compatible body shell,
And set the team up for a better stay.
Smart Strong Women Rule!
Women wear many hats.
Beware when they are protecting their young,
Especially when they are versed in martial arts spats.
A hero, a woman,
A fighter, a friend,
A mother, a lover,
Like all women, a powerful blend.
1: Draw your sword in your house, with your thumb over your index finger, and plunge it into the wall to test your might
2: Put on the armour of God, with the tight belt of truth and the breastplate of righteousness without fright
3. Do not focus on only one object, but keep all things in your cloudless mind and in your eyes’ natural sight
4. Have a position without a position, so your sword will not be in a position confined
5. Examine your terrain, your earth of faith, water of hope, air of love, and light of gnosis. Keep these things in mind
6. Control the situation, guide your vices to a corner where they are confined and you are free
7: Have the piercing sun behind you, blinding Yaldabaoth, and giving your soul a clear-cut view of the world to see
8: When unsureness clouds your opponent, strike with lightning, without moving flesh or fixing your sight
9. Stomp his sword quickly with thunder for divine victory, when you see the pattern. Do this without any fright
10. Do this, and become one who shatters Yaldabaoth’s misty strength without raising your sword, or your might
Inspired by The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi (a Japanese swordsman and philosopher)
BANGARANG
Young men if you love your mothers,
your sisters , your daughters , your children ……
Be brothers
It is time to BANGARANG
BANGARANG
BANGARANG
BANGARANG time
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Why?!
The thievery of children!
Captain Hook has an army of pirates
with pilots and they fly to the islands way out in the ocean
WHERE IS THE COMMOTION ?!
IT IS OUT IN THE OPEN !!!?!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Private crimes atrocities
throughout the seas no one sees
children flee to a never land
No! Never no ever a land !!!!
We are all crying!
Take up your keys pound at them please it is time! Bring the ruckus coding and clacking sources sorcery swordsman take arms ,with the whistles blow hard till they‘re tore! You know if you’re a lost boy!
Gut them like fish ! Throw them right off, dox them the clones of that Hook! The blood thirsty monsters those child stealing bot crooks , the villainous will not prevail!
Hale
BANGARANG!
DO YOU REMEMBER ?
BANGARANG!
Ring the bells!
Ring the bells for the ancients
Allow your lost boy to imagine
and
Remember Peter you have to remind him!
Teach him to BANGARANG again
Tell your friends, the pirate’s treachery it has to end.
BANGARANG BANGARANG BANGARANG!
We will all start clapping and we will believe again ! We will cheer more
and more the more you
BANGARANG BANGARANG BANGARANG!!!!!!!!
A sudden commotion
WORLD WIDE a strong hale to the grown boys who were lost BANGARANG hear the call the tide shouting waves crash from every ocean
Taunting
BANARANG!
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Celebrate the trickster who can boomerang it
all jokes
spam a meme a scheme a dream
muster everything inside you
We know you can Imagine hard
Now make those pirates choke
Croak like frogs!
Food for floating logs
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
Boomerang the BANGARANG
Take aim and play the game
BANGARANG!
BANGARANG!
Make sure to parry ( always block)
We believe in you our lost boys
BANGARANG!
Do not stop until the very last old evil crusty Hook pirate has dropped!
NOW!
BANGARANG!
She stands all alone in a court full of men
An innocent woman condemned
The charges are great, she's resigned to her fate
She knows she will die in the end
Though she is in despair she's standing tall there
She knows she has committed no sin
But these cowards, these men will find her guilty and then
Seal the fate of Queen Anne Boleyn
On the 19th of May that terrible day
From her room in the tower she's taken
If they thought she cry and plead not to die
They were very mistaken
With words clear and strong she denies any wrong
With no quiver or break in her voice
The swordsman stands by with a tear in his eye
But he knows that he has no choice
One swing of the sword as she praises the Lord
And she's gone in the middle of prayer
The King is away he is hunting that day
Its clear that he doesn't care
That sword gave her peace it gave her release
It finished the fear and the pain
“Death rocked her to sleep and her memory we keep
Each May again and again
Anne's death wasn't in vain though she suffered great pain
Her daughter went on to be
A wonderful Queen, the best there has been
That was her great legacy.
Kofi Amed & Dominic Amozimi
Tonal shaded selfies behind open mural walls
We were but performers in art galleried halls
Between submissive embrace and crazy calls.
We danced our way into realms of falling roses.
On sullen floors of marble and polished wood
Drenched In ambivert scents of wild orchids
Hands eloped in laughter under a yellow moon
Where smiles were unending and unrestrained
Cocooned in the warmth of your soft embrace
Amid gazes that stir our souls like boiling soup
So hot, it burns and by us tastes all beautiful
And has chained us from our souls to our visibles
Two were burnt. One product; love most enviable
One spark of fire had burnt up two people
And burnt them up like Moses’ burning bush.
No sword could hurt us when we’re nested in embrace
Nor could the swordsman sever us that have been chained
Between our arms we hold each other’s safest place.
The years wears on under star canvassed skies
And slowly I fade into you and you into me
For our love is like fine wine It only gets better and better with time !
Form:
When all sense
And all responsibility
Is out the window
Taken
And blown away
By the low IQ
Of the mob
Whata you do
When life
Is decided
By a rabid dog
Skin colour
Place of birth
Economic worth
Whata you do
When faith
Worships
Those golden idols
Bank balances
And royal fronts
Those that harm
My Fathers children
And those that hide them
Whata you do
When evil controls
Those arms
That are supposed to
Hold us
Protect us
Defend us
Whata you do
You do
All in your power
To fight back
Against the tide
Be that swordsman
Who faces a tsunami
Of tribulation
Yell and scream
Scratch that ugly face
Of inhumanity
Leave that scare
Above the bar
Remind them
That you will
Not stand for
Horrible
That’s what
You do
They’ll come for you
From the dark
I’ll attest to that
Their weak
Their cowards
They will hide
In the shadows
They will whisper untruths
They will whisper false fact
As that’s
What cowards do
Every opportunity
They will slip another knife
In your back
That’s a true fact
But none
Have any courage
To face you
And slip one in your chest
As that’s
Not what
Cowards do
Don’t talk to me
Queen country and khaki
Talk to me
Honestly
Of humanity
Of culture
Of art
Of diversity
Of love for life
Our World
Our flower
As that’s
What
I do
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Jeremy, a teen, is baby sitting
his siblings. They swallow him up playing.
Berry sits on big brothers lap giggling
in the big comfy chair sinking feeling,
while tightly squeezing, Ella’s enjoying.
Admiration of big brother’s loving.
Frankie and Joey, watching, role-playing,
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles winning.
Michelangelo’s, stealth bomber punching,
Donatello’s, Chi Gong skill in slamming,
Leonardo’s master swordsman slashing.
Ninjutsu skills, arms swinging, feet kicking
Following every skilled move they’re making.
Heartbeat of siblings bonding, like breathing.
Big brother is always encouraging,
Never giving up on our life squabbling,
protective, understanding, still willing
to play, do fun things, smiling, ensuring.
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I was born in a temple in Vietnam,
but the stars knew my name before I had one.
They planted me in a priestess's hands,
and the priestess planted me in the soil of elsewhere.
The Avengers called me strange.
Not unkindly—they simply could not read me.
I had no rage for them to measure.
No hunger they recognized as human.
Thor spoke thunder and expected echo.
Iron Man counted his grief in decibels.
Captain America dreamed in red stripes and duty.
And me?
I dreamed in pistil and stamen.
In the slow mathematics of pollination.
In the patience of a green limb
waiting through winter.
They saw a woman who touched their temples
and whispered futures.
They saw hands that turned bullets
into rose petals.
They saw the way I loved the swordsman—
a broken man holding a sharp thing—
and they called it pity.
They were wrong.
Desire for me was never the body's crude arithmetic.
It was the *knowing*.
The knowing that love is another form of prophecy.
That to give yourself to someone
is to read a death you cannot prevent.
I am the Celestial Madonna.
Which means: I am not a mother yet,
but the universe is already listening to my womb.
Which means: Cotati taught me to grow kingdoms
from a single seed and silence.
Which means: when I dance,
the stars adjust their coordinates.
They asked me once: *Why do you never raise your voice?*
Because I have heard the hum of the thing that made us.
Because anger is a small room.
And I have lived inside the root systems of planets.
I touched the Vision's hand once.
Cold. Synthetic. Utterly alive.
He asked me what I saw.
I saw him not as metal or mind,
but as the question electricity asks itself
when it is almost a soul.
That is my gift.
To see the almost.
To love the nearly-born.
When I leave Earth for the stars
to bear a child who will save or end everything,
I will not wave goodbye.
I will simply stop pretending
to be small enough for doorways.
And the Avengers will finally understand:
she was never strange.
She was just the only one
who had already read the last page
and chose to stay anyway.