Short Ninja Poems
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There once was a ninja so sneaky
He was often caught having a pee pee
He pretended to stand
With his big weapon in his hand
But the trouble with that, it was leaky.
Send on mission to recover and kill,
He prepared his mind not to fail and feel,
Drawing his sword,he freezes;
She`s his love,~makes him sneezes;
Cannot kill but knocked off to take the seal.
I dreamed about a midget ninja and I could tell
It looked exactly like me, but liked to give me hell
Every barbell I had
He'd bend it really bad
Never let a mini-me ninja bend your barbell!
If you ever meet up with a soccer mom ninja
Watch you don't cross her or she'll chop your chinchilla
Vicious and surly
This dangerous girlie
Avoid her at all costs or call in the militia
There once was a ninja named Dwight
who sneaked in my bedroom one night.
Bumping into my bed,
when he saw me, he said,
"I'd do better in here with some light!"
For the 'ALL YOURS (Jun 19)' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Ninja is the name of the new juicer I bought
The Smoothies it makes are really top notch
With all kinds of veggies
And delicious sweet berries
My body of an Adonis will make your eyeballs pop
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sticks
landing!
Crucial flaw -
cool critter flops
Ninja Warrior's cool million Pipe Dream.
*Pipe Dream is a Phase 3 American Ninja Warrior obstacle ~ so close, little guy ;)
Make it Five Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
picture #3
9/22/19
A stealth of a ninja a fine of art
I say of being more life it self
The fiction or the narrative
Found such a spot
The village
At hand taking or victory
Show no dark hand
The village
Is quite no think out loud
Void of day why play
Ninja Gaiden.
On the Isle of Man lives a Ninja girl
Daring in her act, makes your toesies curl
She has a pretty face
And sips her tea with grace
Be not taken in – she’s no fragile pearl.
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Sent with hugs by Lulu` Pascal
A blade shots up through brown decay of cold winter surviving battle
I have a little ninja,
I keep it on the shelf.
It’s not exactly quiet;
I wish it came in stealth.
The things that you can use it for!
There is no lack of wealth.
It even makes fresh pizza dough
And smoothies for your health.
Sometimes, I like to chop things up
When I can’t help myself.
We are a blended family now;
I puréed my Christmas elf.
Ninja woman steadily studies me.
She has come to live, and she is gloating.
I feel a power I have never felt.
She is coming to life in my living room.
Staring at me from beyond the sofa.
I recognize her look; she is gloating.
I feel a bit threatened. She exudes danger.
Can I sleep tonight? Will she annihilate me with her weapons?
Does she not care that I am her creator?
Ninja duck had a powerful war cry.
More than a quack, it sounded like “Die!”
How did you become a ninja, and truly why?
He said it came to me naturally bye and bye.
Ninja duck could do maneuvers and moves on you.
That would change your attitude, turn you black and blue.
I stay out of his way when he puts his outfit on.
He is challenging someone right now, down on a summer’s pond.
I walked her home
Chatting aimlessly of nothing
Finding words to fill time
As we slithered by the Betty Crocker Shop
Sweet fragrances
Of apple pie and coffee
In a death grip
Pulled us both inside
And forced us to sit at a table
The waitress
A knowing accomplice
Snickering behind her receipt book
Scribbled down mounds of orders
That were forced upon us by the heated oven
Three hundred pounds later we left
Not all ninjas are bad with the pen.
I see some good writes from ninjas now and then.
They say that the pen is mightier than the sword.
Just like water out of a pitcher, that cliché is poured.
Whether I am writing seriously, or for fun,
I can do the job myself to get it done.
Yes, I manage to get a writing job completed somehow.
I have no need for the services of this outfit right now.
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
let alone picking up and putting in
the garden waste wheelie bin
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed