Howdy - put this in your craw!
Tell your ma. Tell your pa.
Yes sir, you have my word -
verily, I'll pull my sword.
I'm the poet swordsman of Arkansas.
Children, today, we talk of history,
hoping to unravel the mystery
of girl named Mantis, an ancient prophecy,
and her enigmatic destiny.
She would be the Celestial Madonna,
enter the Cotati, who seek nirvana.
In comes Swordsman, prophecy achieved -
The Celestial Messiah is conceived.
Threats from Kree and Skrulls would cease,
and the Cotati would find peace.
The sword that pass through blue fire
Would be the most beautiful sword
The mind that has overcome the most trials
Would be the strongest heart also
Those who are patient reach the end
Will be the best Swordsman of all.
The long-suffering,
finally over at dawn...
when tears fall like rain!
He prepares himself,
to meet him in the mirror...
who calls himself me!
The man gives his heart,
to the blood-thirsty sun god...
to pay his sons' sins!
The evil swordsman,
defeated by the hero...
with no time for hate!
The sword, its' vastness,
entrains the swordsman to find...
the enemy's soul!
The swordsman stood with pride and grace,
A glint of steel upon his face,
His sword, the finest ever made,
A thing of beauty, none could evade.
The blade, so sharp, it cut the air,
A sight to see, so rare and fair,
Its edge, so keen, it could slice through,
Anything that came into view.
The hilt, adorned with gems and gold,
A masterpiece, for all to behold,
Its elegance, divine and true,
A work of art, it shone anew.
The swordsman wielded it with skill,
A master of the blade, with iron will,
His sword, the envy of all around,
A treasure, so fine and renowned.
No foe could stand against his might,
For with his sword, he won the fight,
The most elegant, beautiful, divine and sharp,
A true masterpiece, the swordsman's harp.
His bold spirit soared as he began
With swiftly unsheathing his sword.
Is he a hero or villain?
Archer or swordsman?
King’s son or chef’s bastard?
People claiming to know
Could not possibly
He walks into the battle
A full-grown man
Ready to take on the world
So what does it matter?
I avert my eyes, in case he is a god.
He is almost too handsome to be human
Stories about his heroic deeds are legends
Which is unusual during a person’s lifetime
Others stand staring, gawking,
With their mouths open
I stare at them instead.
Less danger.
She wanted her man to be solid and gold
Not the king, who is told to be decrepit and old
Nor valiant swordsman brass and bold.
But compassionate hero who is not oversold
The king had his eye on this bonny maiden fair.
She had gorgeous hazel eyes and thick auburn hair.
She was careful not to catch his gaze, while in his lair.
She was after a man who knew how to love and care.
Just a man, mere and mortal, fair of face.
She knew of a terrific seeking place.
She told not her parents, for they might feel a disgrace
As this mystic sought her knight through portal of outer space
Her father distracted the royal eyes as she slipped out.
The guards did not see her ooze by, so there was no shout.
She ran to the portal, and asked for the best warrior they had.
They brought out a well-built soldier, a handsome lad.
She was magical enough to speak the language of gods.
He gave her clear go-ahead signals, and many approving nods.
They went away in the space ship, and had a marvelous life.
She made her hero a fantastically magical wife.
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
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Behold a man whom is ruler of dragons and bringer
of thunderstorms and skilled swordsman with glowing red blade " I also call him dragon daddy o're he is top dragon and once glanced upon one feels relaxed for bad days and nights seem to vanish , his bed is waters of black and his throne is power and this awesome Dragon God is tall with blue eye a mow hawk black tank top and red pants or shorts with a chain necklace with golden lion head wearing a crown he has average body and sometimes wears a black cowboy hat his beard is neck length! This Dragon King has a tongue of truth and a great sense of smell and his eyes can get you on his side if not his body
all hail king of dragons for he's mighty like a lion and very powerful .
It started out well, it was fine it was good, but the time ticked by and eventually I realized the difference, it wasn't as it should have been...how it all started...I blame it all on them
From the start to the end
The sound was heard even far from deep within the precious soul
That withered flower now placed in the light to show all its dreadful colors
There wasn't much to behold except the many spots us humans call burns
Though perhaps the best way to describe it would be the very darkest of space
It's beauty to the eye was gone but all hope wasn't lost there was still the other senses
Again, I blame the swords that flew and the swordsman who wielded them for the site now on the ground.
ROBIN HOOD
Skilled swordsman cum archer coming in guise,
Robbing from rich to reach poor as surprise.
Brave righteous Robin Hood
Hero of my childhood.
Fighting injustice was his exercise.
01/29/19
Third Place
'Limerick 3' Contest by Joseph May
'Early February 2019' Contest by Brian Strand.
She stands all alone in a court full of men
An innocent woman condemned
The charges are great, she's resigned to her fate
She knows she will die in the end
Though she is in despair she's standing tall there
She knows she has committed no sin
But these cowards, these men will find her guilty and then
Seal the fate of Queen Anne Boleyn
On the 19th of May that terrible day
From her room in the tower she's taken
If they thought she cry and plead not to die
They were very mistaken
With words clear and strong she denies any wrong
With no quiver or break in her voice
The swordsman stands by with a tear in his eye
But he knows that he has no choice
One swing of the sword as she praises the Lord
And she's gone in the middle of prayer
The King is away he is hunting that day
Its clear that he doesn't care
That sword gave her peace it gave her release
It finished the fear and the pain
“Death rocked her to sleep and her memory we keep
Each May again and again
Anne's death wasn't in vain though she suffered great pain
Her daughter went on to be
A wonderful Queen, the best there has been
That was her great legacy.
It’s time, the watcher has proclaimed
The Earth has been badly maimed
Mankind’s been dealt a heavy blow
It is for real, and not for show
Tears of remembrance, and tears of joy,
Tears for somebody, that soldier boy.
The all seeing eye cries out in pain
Our World has been wounded again
The swordsman taking all the knocks
Feels he’s living in a paradox
This is all in his imagination
Holds his breath in contemplation
Tears of remembrance, and tears of joy,
Tears for somebody, that soldier boy.
The all seeing eye cries out in pain
Our World has been wounded again
Now’s the time to find all the clues
Seeking out celestial news
Search for the foe, the evil raptor
Before we enter the final chapter
Kofi Amed & Dominic Amozimi
Tonal shaded selfies behind open mural walls
We were but performers in art galleried halls
Between submissive embrace and crazy calls.
We danced our way into realms of falling roses.
On sullen floors of marble and polished wood
Drenched In ambivert scents of wild orchids
Hands eloped in laughter under a yellow moon
Where smiles were unending and unrestrained
Cocooned in the warmth of your soft embrace
Amid gazes that stir our souls like boiling soup
So hot, it burns and by us tastes all beautiful
And has chained us from our souls to our visibles
Two were burnt. One product; love most enviable
One spark of fire had burnt up two people
And burnt them up like Moses’ burning bush.
No sword could hurt us when we’re nested in embrace
Nor could the swordsman sever us that have been chained
Between our arms we hold each other’s safest place.
The years wears on under star canvassed skies
And slowly I fade into you and you into me
For our love is like fine wine It only gets better and better with time !
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