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Kensho Furuya 10-09-2003 11:22 PM

A Silly Poem
A Funny Ode to Aikido:

I come, I go,
Where nobody knows,

I'm here, I'm not,
I am never caught,

I'm up, I'm down,
I'm still not found

I'm front, I'm back,
I give no slack,

Today, tomorrow,
It's only you to sorrow!

I pin, I throw,
It's Aikido!

shihonage 10-09-2003 11:51 PM

Don't quit your dayjob.

Kensho Furuya 10-10-2003 12:16 AM

Harsh words - but not the first time I have heard that, hahahah! One aspiring poet bites the dust!

jxa127 10-10-2003 08:36 AM

The poem reminded me of Bilbo Baggins taunting the spiders in The Hobbit. :D



Kensho Furuya 10-10-2003 08:51 AM

Haha, thank you. Haven't read that since my high-school days, I will have to look that reference up again. . . . I never thought such a silly poem would cause such attention. My other poems are too Japanese perhaps and maybe too contemplative to be humour here. Thanks again.

Yann Golanski 10-10-2003 09:27 AM

Furuya-san, please post them (or a url to them). I am certainly instresed.

Kensho Furuya 10-10-2003 09:51 AM


Harmony so easily grasped,

Blending to the finest tune,

Then where is this Peace you speak,

Or just the harping of a loon?

(No offense intended, please! Haha!)

Yann Golanski 10-10-2003 09:58 AM

Aikido is it?

Uke falling to four corners

scattering like leaves.


Can anyone do better?

twilliams423 10-10-2003 10:02 AM

the piece of peace

i grasp at noon

is gone by dawn

far, far too soon

akiy 10-10-2003 10:12 AM

Great poems, everyone! (No, really.)

There are a bunch of aikido haiku that people created here, too:

Many are actually quite good!

-- Jun

Thalib 10-10-2003 10:37 AM

The summer night breeze

Aiki set the mind at ease

The heart is at peace

jxa127 10-10-2003 11:04 AM

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

Quick,get up and off the mat

Nikkyo, YAY! Ouch




Qatana 10-10-2003 02:47 PM

how did he do that?

watching as fast as i can

uke down already!

Pretoriano 10-10-2003 08:51 PM

It is Aikido a Reminescence of that "one cut one life"...?

Or it is both me and my partner blending and flowing through beatiful figures finding our path to Nature-God...?

Im sorry, I havent wrote a poem in 20 years


jducusin 10-10-2003 10:41 PM

Jamie had a little Gi,

it's sleeves were white as snow;

and everywhere that Jamie trained,

her Gi was sure to go.

But Jamie trained too fervently,

her Gi saw better times;

with all those breakfalls on her head,

she's writing silly rhymes.

Jeanne Shepard 10-11-2003 02:51 PM

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

Ukemi (too much of it)makes me barf,

How 'bout you?

(Based on a true story)


Kensho Furuya 10-13-2003 11:07 PM

The dark moon does not light my path,

The bright sun only blinds my eyes,

People's words stray me from the Path,

False doubts only weigh my feet,

The world flows against me,

Still one step, one step at a time.

Thalib 10-14-2003 12:17 AM





mugen ni nari

tenchi no kokoro wa

yo o mamoru


become infinite

the heart of heaven and earth

will protect this world


Kensho Furuya 10-14-2003 09:20 AM

Who can understand the words of yesterday's masters,

We are so busy living for today,

Creating a hell for those tomorrow. . . .

Derek Dunham 10-14-2003 01:16 PM

To stand, with your right foot forward

and right hand outstretched

to catch the hand of another man,

who tries to hit you but can't,

and then you turn, with his hand in your hand

and somehow this man falls, and lands

with his back on the floor, and no pain

then he get up, and tries to hit you again.

markwalsh 10-14-2003 02:17 PM

Dear all,

Good to see poetry and aikido playing. I've been studying the two hand in hand (or maybe wrist) for the last few years and they shed an interesting light on each other.

If anyone is interested in reading more, my own limited contribution can be found at:

Non commercial, use what you want.

Best regards,



Kensho Furuya 10-14-2003 02:53 PM

Old, Lonely Teacher:

My eyes grow faint,

My words grow weak,

Students grow so far away,

Who will hold my hand when I am old?

Rest it there, they say,

On this old, cold stone

Of those long gone.

Waiting for God another day.

Paula Lydon 10-15-2003 05:27 PM

~When the storm blows

And the seasons change;

When all are caught in the web of Time,

Of Cause and Effect,

There is no distinction between the dead leaf

And the green~

Paula Lydon 10-15-2003 05:30 PM

~~Kensho-san, thank you for your clarification on 'hanshi' :)

Kensho Furuya 10-15-2003 07:03 PM

You are welcome! I like your "storm" poem very much.

The storm soon ends,

And the sun shines once again.

Everyday, a good day,

Let's go have some tea!

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