Short Samurai Poems
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Tops of rivers shimmer
Slowly cutting through the eden landscape
Like a samurai on a hill top
Simulating slow motion combat
A Samurai could not afford
A genuine Japanese sword
He evaded libel
By quoting a Bible:
"Vengeance is mine saith the Lord"
Samurai
Sumo's sacred land,
Mighty men's glory or shame,
Ultimate struggle.
Fly
(Aland)
Hi
My name is Tai
I am a guy
And work as an spy
For Uruguay
This is Mai
A samurai
She makes me cry
All because I identify
As an butterfly
There are only two ways
to become immortal
One is to become a warrior
—the other a writer
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching ‘The Last Samurai,’ October, 2014)
Sword of the valiant
A promise of decency and honor
Man of justice and morality
Upright in decision-making
Remembrance of heroism
Aged for equality and pride
Investment of life and dignity
over the hilltop
trio of Samurai gaze
titian clouds and sky
1-31-2916
The petals dance graceful,
While Ninja are disgraceful
Samurai brings honor
While evil brings dishonor
The ramen is an original
As the American ramen is bad
as destruction may fall upon us
The sakura petals will still descend gracefully
Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Displayed his sword-play in a tornado
But his sword slipped hands
And entered his ampersands*
So now he limps about incognito.
• In fact, I really mean: §
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
delicate blossom
rests in the still gnarled hand
bruised petals weep tears
weary eyes open
tiny cuts, the body bleeds
peace still years away
sun rise breaks the hill
heralds another battle
draw your sword and charge
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
From The World of Haiku
A Nordic says "God lives in Asgard"
A Jew says "God lives in Heaven"
A Mayan says "God lives in the 13 Heavens"
A Samurai says "God lives in the Katana sword"
A Gnostic says "God lives within us"
If God was to be asked where he lives,
which abode do you think he would say?
Distress travels instantly through me, A samurai sword, Greek mythology, Zeus gulped kingly ideas and in his breadbasket he stored, reminiscent of the ancient times, emergency Er Hoard, feels like a billion increased/decreased Forbes, a penniless fellow hustle in no way can be bored.
- Loverboi
Ichiro, where did you go?
In Japan, we miss you so.
In our nation, we liked you a lot.
What does Seattle have that we haven’t got?
You thrill the crowd each time you get a hit.
The man shows the true samurai spirit.
Please Ichiro, say you will not stay.
Come back to our country right away.
A samurai's life...
It has mysteries untold
And lots to unfold
Raging storms
Distorted forms
A samurai is one that is just
Not fighting to avenge
But to defend
Why do the nations rage?
Why is there reproach?
A samurai once I was
One that proclaimed peace
And set the nations at ease
Form:
,Center>The streets are ridge-backed and growling.
City lights glare like outflanked samurai.
Your thin hand dices words
into sideswipes.
Whiskey blooms in your orchid mouth.
I am led to where a lust
is armored, and snorting to be free.
Stories groom our hungers.
The night camps
in a small neon room.
The streets are ridge-backed and growling.
City lights glare like outflanked samurai.
Your thin lips dice words,
sideswipe wanton desire,
hints of release measure my mind.
Whiskey blooms in your orchid mouth.
I am led to where a lust
is snorting to be free.
Warm winds groom stray hungers.
A room behind the neon
beckons.
Katana, famous sword, used by
Samurai in Japan.
In ancient Japan for sword fight
they were taught to use their full might.
High order fight by man.
High order fight by man with goal
striking without thinking
with sword as it'd give opponent
to strike blow to kill that moment.
Deadly fight for winning.
Like an iris in soil
You brought me from deep under
As I rose with your nurture
I embraced the warmth of this mundane realm
Like a sword to a samurai
You clasped me in your affectionate grip
As you unsheathed me
Staining me with nature's blood
Forging me into a hardened warrior
One of winsome strength
My war would be fought on two fronts
One of love
The other euphoria
I will go crazy if I don't release these feelings inside me
It's a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde type of poetry!
Creativity emerges, seen through my minds eye.
My pen surges like the blade of a Samurai!
It's pure determination to reach out and show it.
An obscure imagination for I AM A POET!!!
Hmmm...I tag you Charma!
-What makes you the poet you are?
-Must end your piece with; "I AM A POET!"
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
Brave Samurai Knight
your Warlord, Itso, waits you.
Your ancestors cry
out for revenge against Mau.
Defend your family's
honor for all weep at what
Mau has done to our
land making us his servants.
Take your sword now knight
and avenge your father' name.
Your grandfather waits
in his grave to see you fight
and restore his house
to its former place of pride.
Itso waits for you.
Knight, this thing you need to do!
A Samurai has two swords,
To that, I have two pens.
He is fighting enemies,
I am building friends.
A Samurai may challenge you,
To a mighty duel.
I write poems...
And would like to hear yours too.
A Samurai has philosophies,
Of Buddhism and Zen.
I just grab my quickest thoughts,
And write them down again.
So send me your best poem if you may,
To [email protected], it will make my day!
9-September-2021
Delicate buds open to the suns touch,
warmth and light herald the Spring
The beauty of nature unfolds around Us.
Walking across the carpet of Cherry Blossom
Soft scents and a gentle touch
I feel spent blossom on my face and you,
in your hair
Petals sit atop of your head
A crown I say,
you smile,
A King yet to Find.
We part, neither needs to Cry,
as we both know,
the Samurai say,
today is a good day to die
A samurai knows when to take off his armor..
That is when there is more honor to be won from the battle he fights..
I've taken off my armor..
It now hangs on my wall..
I bow in respect to it everyday; for it has witnessed many battles and has
withstood many blows..
I put down my Katana*..
It is back in its Saya*..
A weapon no longer needed..
For a warrior long defeated..
*Katana: A Japanese sword
*Saya: A katana's sheath
A country's pride and circumstance
Has called the common man to dance.
Feet ablaze in a pool of pain
Seeking neither name nor fame.
Today's committed Samurai
You carry on, condemned to die.
You stand with hose in stead of sword
And do your best to save the world.
The world says, "Thanks" then moves along
And most won't even know you're gone.
But I'll remember; I'll declare
The Fukushima Fifty were there!
© 2011, R. Erin Lenth