There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Covered in their linen armour
Safe in servants' courters
There were ninja stars beside beds
Numchucks at hand’s breadth
To wield stealth attack
A forcefield of strength
There were guard dogs as allies
Silent and calm collected
Patrolled with gnarled teeth
Agents of the clan
There were two ninjas in the dark
Who lay under sheets
Quiet and self-restrained
Until window panes did shriek
There were two ninjas on their feet
An assailant was at hand
With much commotion and snarling
Were they at flight to catch that man!
These two ninjas in the dark
Were but brothers trying to sleep
Burglars came to wreak havoc
And that is about the norm…
Categories:
ninjas, africa, brother, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Like Ninjas—brave, evasive and silent~we shall end all oppression
10/5/22
The Power Of Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
!7- Syllable Counter
Categories:
ninjas, silence,
Form: Monoku
They hide in the shadows
They kill for honor
They kill for spirit
They sneak in the dark while wearing black masks
They do not want to be known
They are assassin's known for their art of killing.
The violence they make do not feel the shame of interrogation
When they hold their swords it means that they want to be challenged
When they hold their swords it means they show respect
They are warriors to restore the balance of Japan life.
Categories:
ninjas, art, wisdom,
Form: I do not know?
Black ninjas under the moonless sky
Strike raw fear in their enemies white
They dye their eyes black
As ink to attack
Like demons rising out of the night!
11/5/11
Received 3rd place in "sneaky ninjas" contest
Categories:
ninjas, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
I see their faces on billboards & posters
with democrat's smiles they flatter their figures
they do not paint their mastiff & slavers
The constellations of their idle ideals is missing in their pictures.
I sank back in my sofa, watching my television
pondering on the theme and thrust and tones
of these spies...their lies, vacious postulations
crass and cynical arrogance hidden in their bones.
My heart ran through the lore and lexicons
of these politicians who hide their gloom during campaigns
they win the rugged race through fraud fraught elections
....to become rulers of a people in chains and pains.
Their practice of internal colonialism is a a curse
that has roused the rebels in the oil-rich creek of Niger Delta.
Their major mission and vision is to fill their purse
with the spoils of war...between our welfare and Nigerian ninjas
Categories:
ninjas, political
Form: Verse