Samurai: 武士

Like a samurai,

I fall on my sword

in honor


Going out in the hellblaze

of life,

which failed me


On the battlefield of existence,

backed into the corner of desperation,

choosing not to continue to fight the pointless war


Like a samurai,

I fall on my sword,

in honor

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A Samurai




I stood there, muscles strained and tense
as cold rain ran down my sword like silk
and sent shivers through my spine -
but I steadied my self and watched
as one warrior went forth
hand at his side

grasping the hilt of a blade
his eyes glistening

a calm and quiet intensity.


With dark clouds turning over
and the scent of rain,
came a deep and distant thunder rumbling -
the air was thick and heavy

as our warrior stood his ground

midfield between two armies.


He stood there, resolute
showing naught but pressing confidence,

the kind that one only ever earns in war.

We watched the lines for some challenger -
perhaps they too had their own hero
to face ours in true warrior’s fashion.


And from the battle lines came forth a single man
some warrior monk, with sword and spear,
and cloaked in white religious robes -
wearing plain unpainted wooden armor.
And while I could not see his face,
I knew at once, this man was an honorable foe.


The silence was overwhelming,
as we watched for an eternity

waiting for the moment when two would meet in battle,
to negotiate this matter of honour.


With frightful cry, both warriors charged and met
and sword flashed like lightning

against thrusting spear
and in just one moment’s loss
both warriors paused -
as one fell to the ground
speaking out his words of honour
but wishing he had only...
held on to life...
just a little...



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Isamu Kensei


Isamu Kensei, honorable swordsman
and gifted poet
he served a lord of large estate
his honor greater still

he went with him in battle
and fought with bravery and skill
but shedding blood was not his fill
nor drowning sorrows in sake or beer

for Isamu Kensei lived for someone else
as sakura blossoms give themselves to the wind.





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Isamu Kensei means "Swordsman of Courage." This is my first attempt at writing a poem in Japanese. It probably does not read very well. If you happen to speak any Japanese, could you let me know how well I did?

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