An Ideal Swordsman
His
goal is balance. His
pledge:
Never recoil when threatened.
His
point: to be vigilant.
He
moves like a proud danseur.
An
infuriated charge.
He
slashes, and then
retreats.
He
thinks fast, he strikes
again,
But
blade can split at the hilt.
A
downward stroke is ideal:
Rendered opponent must live.
Black Shell
Black-clad intruder is better camouflaged
Than a trap door;
yet for plucking a spider,
A
concealed entrance is better than stalking.
Loosened bricks dislodge straw-sandaled assassin.
Black-clad prowler spells
Ninja and foul play,
But
this scoundrel is known as a sacred spy.
A samurai
said,
“He
who poses like midnight
Must then be a veiled bandit.
He
who keeps his dagger in a tortoise shell
Pierces then without courage.”
The
bamboo tree sees truth vanish on a gale.
Golem
In
a ghetto he is the huge freak
Servant to a bearded shopkeeper.
He
has clay flesh and works silently.
He
is either a former convict
Or
a supernatural being.
Most people are uncertain,
So
they avoid his wide shadow.
From his gold chain swings an
amulet
Engraved with a cryptic
inscription.
Does he chant it for preservation?
If
rejected by the shopkeeper,
Will he go berserk like a twister,
Or
disappear in his own quicksand?
Bionote
Joshua Meander, best known as publisher and host of Nomad's Choir Poetry Journal and New York City Open Mic. of the same name. His writing is dramatic and heartfelt. He works the graveyard shift in the security dept. of a French hotel. A world traveler himself which inspires his Muse.
Bionote
Joshua Meander, best known as publisher and host of Nomad's Choir Poetry Journal and New York City Open Mic. of the same name. His writing is dramatic and heartfelt. He works the graveyard shift in the security dept. of a French hotel. A world traveler himself which inspires his Muse.
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