Short Martial Poems
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Is there a higher art
than Martial Art
To live or to die
—all wounds bleeding free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
My goldfish Finster Darcy
Speaks English but not Farsi
He has an education
And moral reputation
He does kung-fu better than you
He's such an inspiration.
Marital
MARITAL life is just like a game of MARTIAL arts.
Written Dec 12th, 2015
For Silent One's - Anagram one liner six contest
Awarded 3rd place win
There once was a jock with a sock
so big you’d think he wore a glock.
When he entered the ring
girls sang my ding-a-ling
at least till his foe cleaned his clock!
*martial arts
In the martial arts,
a saying is known.
To invest in loss,
then truth will be shown.
Let the attach come,
training stops it cold.
Your turn now to strike,
and show who is bold.
The fishing float could be seen
on the water
But the transparent fishing line
is invisible
A wise king could be faded by
an evil predator
Knowing how to move is crucial
in martial arts
Once there were two friends “truth“& “extra”
One wants to dominate the other – no mantra
“extra”- expert in martial arts
“truth”-intellect also good in arts
Bloody it’s obvious truth dominates! poor extra!
It takes a
man
with a stalwart,
confident,
martial manner,
and
an almost hitleresque voice
to convince
a man to kill another man.
It takes a fraction of a second for judgment to strike the primer and
put an end to the drumhead trial.
Living, feeling, driving
V-5
Danger for death
I - What - Feeling
It comes ...
Reputation, hungry stands.
Swerving BMW
Exhaust suck off
Predicting circumfrence, location, pointage
Fidgeting, remembering
Top-Form, what I martial kick you is safety...
Death.
Flying high
In the Martial Arts sky,
Kick straight up at the sun,
Oh, being young was fun
Walking in confidence,
So sure of myself,
So sad that way of life,
Has been put on a shelf
Age has it's "wisdom"
Or so they say,
Never tell from me,
Dumb I'll always stay
A Florida man went to the park,
did martial arts there after dark.
His wax more off than on,
he karate-kicked swans
and yelled at the cranes on a lark.
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Actual headline: "Florida Man Arrested in Local Park for 'Practicing Karate' on Swans"
Generic flying, eating healthy, fly like a cockney
Like a Martial Arts beast, like a young terri'ble.
So far so good, driving force, all cards in hand, why not?
I can breath fully, stop the intoxicants.
Healthy like a peach, living well, rich, powerful.
Living like royalty, wealth, aspiration, money.
Is your greatness unendorsed
by godly symbols old and new
Is your strength contained and held within,
as broth begets the stew
Is your message clear with no defense,
either martial or sublime
With freedom at your beck and call
—all stricture cast aside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
The child of
a desert wind
and a mystery …
he swept across the land
Knighting each moment
with martial intent …
death
at his command
All enemies chosen
with glorious care …
each battle
zero sum
His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Art Image
The artwork hangs there on my wall
As it has for years
A simple framed image in a frame
Nothing special to look at
But it is special in ways
The frame has a gray arm
And hand that rests there
Ready to punch any robbers
Who dare to steal my art!
My ordinary strange painting
With a Martial Art trained limb
the road between is....
a logic of wisdoms in....
a silence of time where-be....
space-forms are weightless....
and observations subject to....
a martial art of awareness....
that is mechanics of conscious being....
within the structure inherent to the now....
as a frozen perception accepted without....
questions asked within....
stan sand
Strange wind puffs like curses in the air
Fine maidens in a devious stare
Silent lip blows, bold but unsure
Like puppet minds played in obscure
Shady shadows lurking in the dark
Hearts steered by a shiny spark
For the light of amber is too hard to resist
Pristine selfdom is too seldom to exist
The title was inspired by a martial arts movie
September 24, 2022
2:40 AM, 13.3771° N, 121.1646° E
The big swordsman sings
Cling!
The shy samurai
Used clanging on a mortal stones and metal bowls
Cling!
Are you upset by how large it is
Operatic kitchen
Clang!
It doesn't tear you apart to see this swordsman so mountainous
The voices tralala wireless is large hands he swing
He whose such a songster, martial artist chef and cook
He is a singing samurai
Cling
5/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
the world will die
all will cry
the way we feel
will not heal
the government will change
in a hope to rearrange
rearrange the people
but it will be illegal
some will fight back
to take back what was theirs
but in the end
we will all be scarce
the military will kill
to make blood spill
anonymous will try to tell all
but we all will be overrun by martial law
I don't understand why
but the world will die
Happy Earth Day, PS...
How the majestic spectacle of Nature is revealed
At the end of a dull and gloomy day
When the bullying, storm-foreboding clouds give way
And allow the struggling, setting sun to gild, and flush,
And glorify this tiny expanse of rocks and shrubbery
With an awesome pomp and circumstance of color,
And cast a mesmerizing spell that holds the eye,
And caresses and stirs the spirit like martial music.
Poetry is, a Martial Art.
To give, receive angled view,
looks and feels, old and new.
Moves softly, with lethality.
Delivers strikes out of chaos ballet.
Focusing, on vulnerabilities.
The battle ensues, in the yin and yang, ebb and flow.
Each 'rain, drops the bow, in lieu tenanting the blow by blow. Beauty and pain.
"I call this one the "look at me now b itches, I am a butterfly now, technique."
~Caterpillar
Varnished Tech Titans
Tattered totems tarnished
Viral tribal bible spiral
Tainted talismans taunted
Cash cows flaunted
Gerontocracy trumps democracy
Theocracy stumps hypocrisy
Autocracy dumps diplomacy
Haunted schism prism
Vaunted Fat Cats
Enigma?…just
Dogma & Stigma
Tit for Tats
Martian Martial law
Doff your hats
To techno-*wats
And petro-*rats
Deplore or Encore?
Poor Planet in flux
All about the bucks
Ersatz Fat Cats
Well More is More!
martial aliens burning hot creation monolith gleams
machines rip your throat songs of another year
the piano will never play again dust is your answer
watch the movie time spins black and white Newtonian
laws apples serpent and the feathered nightmare spreads
red rivers write animals of night glowing spells of Indian incense
eclipse the rage of oceans planes fanged their way through fortune
the voices ride the elevator to the top floor silence feeding piercing worms
Walking this sod trodden path
Heart in my mouth;cross on my shoulder
To that place where remission thou art
Where I could pour out my heart.
Shoulder cross;heavy boulder
I string up like a soldier
Walking to a court martial
Knowing a verdict to be partial
Ran my race like a lion
Never giving up and brave
Aiming for that plush seat in zion
Was all my heart could ever crave
Everything I gave;nothing I saved
Even after all this oratory
Home is always purgatory.
Once I drew upon the New World Order, hence, we live.
I believe to be upon the God, lifting my sights.
I drew upon holyness. The power of Jesus Christ.
Psychosis, Psychotic Symptoms
I live healthily, walk freely. The Clouds are evervescent.
Hence, we breath, Latin power, draw upon the 1970's Disco.
The weekender, the Independenter.
I walk with puff in my jacket, the smell of essence.
Walking with the New World Order.
I smell the power, martial arts strategy.
Hizayaki