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!




 

Don't quit your dayjob.

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

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

Regards,

-Drew

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.

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

ONE MORE SILLY POEM:

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!)

 

Aikido is it?

Uke falling to four corners

scattering like leaves.

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Can anyone do better?

the piece of peace

i grasp at noon

is gone by dawn

far, far too soon

Great poems, everyone! (No, really.)

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

http://www.aikiweb.com/forums/showth...&threadid=3076

Many are actually quite good!

-- Jun

The summer night breeze

Aiki set the mind at ease

The heart is at peace

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch

Quick,get up and off the mat

Nikkyo, YAY! Ouch



Regards,

-Drew

how did he do that?

watching as fast as i can

uke down already!

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

Pretoriano

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.

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

Ukemi (too much of it)makes me barf,

How 'bout you?

(Based on a true story)

Jeanne

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.

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mugen ni nari

tenchi no kokoro wa

yo o mamoru

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become infinite

the heart of heaven and earth

will protect this world

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Who can understand the words of yesterday's masters,

We are so busy living for today,

Creating a hell for those tomorrow. . . .

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.

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:

http://thewalsh.com/

Non commercial, use what you want.

Best regards,

Mark

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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.

 

 

~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~

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

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!