Short Jujitsu Poems

There’s a cordial, mild tempered shih tzu
Who spends her spare time learning jujitsu
Attacked by a terrier
She kicked his big dereeair
And yelped: That black eye you have really fits you!

1/13/22...

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We strike out on objective clash
Were set to meet, make it brash
She throws an elbow, i duck the might
Tackle waist first
Still delite in sight
Wrap an arm, advance position 
Shes still a girl 
With the greatest ambition...

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Tigers of babylon draw tight
Power atlas at its brazen right
Strings and limbs, we can use these things

Explosive hips happen in flight
But all that grasps stays in sight
From shoulder to core declaration 
On this mat we make a firm statement...

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Bandit on the wing
Jujitsu this campbell's soup

Strangers with bags to boast
I'm tackling the street
With a coyote's beat
Ravenous in my wolves fleece

Bread to bone
Flaky people all going home
Incredulous 
Like my manner of rhyme 
Want to love
But there's a hornet's nest in my skin...

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a monochromatic blend of sea and sky
sullenly ashen gray
chills more deeply as a biting wind
carries stinging salt sweat
from foaming horses
driven headlong to dash
in an explosive jujitsu
death on the rocks
and neatly dissolve visions
of yesterday's aquamarine tide pools
and the gentle surprises of life
amid stone and kelp
and this image too will transition
becoming tomorrow's Kodachrome dream...

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When you're burgling, awareness is best;
When he saw her, he thought 'twas in jest.
Forgetting the shih tzu,
Or Granny's jujitsu,
Both his shirt and some charges were pressed.

Theft and laundering just do not pay,
Not when Granny is holding the spray.
Got starched for his error,
He stiffened in terror;
Slapped with irons, they took him away.

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for the Limerick Poetry Contest
sponsored by Lisa YY
written on 07/15/2022...

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Bouncing across the checker board
I'll captain this ship
Advance or retreat
Something in between

Power holds all the money
Its funny to be upset or
Disgruntled

Synesthesia rampart
As molten sense changes form
Its altered or reborn
A soul in the melting pot
Of Creation

So when its your turn
Ill observe
The movement and assumption
Which battery packed brigade
Made it across the line

Jujitsu in the heart of the city
Street stomping Wall Street papers...

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the art of softness
a way of yielding
my face wears a
cunning samurai smile
after we make love
and I press tight 
with my thighs
around your waist
my ankles locked
I lie under your chest
with the illusion
I have yielded to 
your attack of love
and now I have you
with my jujitsu legs
grappling your heart
and I challenge you
with my eyes
to elude my hold
you offer no fight
only an obliging grin
and a docile glance
and I realize
completely unarmed 
you just won 
the match...

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