"ninjas" poems
The aftermath of poorly applied algebra is a scramble of numbers, letters, lonely coefficients, and an unemployed ninjas. These characters are much like those of a barbershop quartet, where members can either harmonize or simply fall flat. All of this depends on the song they sing and the order it is sung; algebra sings a song of SVSCOS (Same Variables Same Coefficients Opposite Sides) What else can come of bad math? Nothing less than a burning hatred for radicals, imaginary numbers, the saying 'PEMDAS', or maybe the fact that if you're 21 you must stay out the bars. This being said, Algebra 2 is very much like a dream; once you wake up, most of it is forgotten, but also in that it can be strived toward and reached.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
I s’ppose rattlesnakes can’t be
ninjas. Yes — they got
the striking and the stinging
part right, but they
are not really masters
of subtlety; they make
too much noise and take
a considerable amount
of time to make a **** and
they can never hold katanas and
hurl throwing stars. I guess
rattlesnakes are doomed to
crawl and rattle on, announcing
Hey, I carry venom, as
the rats would thank their ears and
the hawks circle above.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
The start of the day look so bright, who would have belived it would end in a fight.
The clatter off glasses and the shout of "Who's Round?! All drinks were picked up and swiftly downed.
Moving on to the next watering hole, get there quick to watch the match winning goal.
The lads want more dancing, ***** Stippers but not before we stop of for Chicken Dippers
Intoxication is power or so we belived but a fight with what we thought were ninjas brought us down to our knees.
We picked up our injured and clean up our wounds, then move on to the next place so we could re-group.
Our ego's in tatters our wallets all spent, I think its time we bring this epic night to an end
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Shintaro, Shintaro, O Shintaro
hero, samurai, loner, onmitsu
maverick, defender, O lover of justice
Shintaro walks with grace
Shintaro’s life is concentration
and quiet, peace and silence
Shintaro is skill and perfection
Shintaro is protector of child
woman and the poor and the orphans
the weak, the helpless
and of any who has been wronged
Shintaro, Shintaro, O Shintaro
hero, samurai, loner, onmitsu
maverick, defender, O lover of justice
the ninjas come
like speeding stars
one after another
secret killers
with weapons of death
but none can beat Shintaro -
Akikusa Shintaro, master of peace and stillness
Samurai who sees with his being
Shintaro, Shintaro, O Shintaro
hero, samurai, loner, onmitsu
maverick, defender, O lover of justice -
you live in time
you live in mind
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 8:21 PM UTC
***“While the rules for writing haiku in Japanese are clear,
there is no Clear consensus for any other language.
This means that I am write and everyone else is wrong.”***
~writer unknown~
Definition of: haiku (according to Words Of Warner)
***A secret and ancient Japanese style of poetry. Invented and
protected by the elite group of ninjas known only as The Basho.
Some say, The Basho dwell in a sacred temple made of gold and
rice paper, hidden deep in the bottom of Mt. Fiji. Others claim
they are in elaborate tents made from the finest silks at the
highest peak of Fiji. But no one knows for sure. Except maybe
James Mc. But he’s not talking.***
How to write a haiku -
***First, pick a subject. You must choose from the chosen list;
rain, wind, the sun, bugs, Mt. Fiji, Bruce Lee or frogs on a pond.
The only exception is snow, and only used during the winter.
Second, pick a form. You can write in 1, 2 or 3 lines, sometimes
4. It all depends on those silly syllables, or as the Japanese call
it, morae. Remember, less is more, more or less always but never.
Here’s a tip, the best haiku are written backwards.***
***Now you are ready to write your own fun little foreign poems
called haiku.***
Note: if you are counting “morae” or words, don’t forget to divide
the number of “morae” by the number of lines, or is it divide
the number of lines by the “morae” and please use the on-line Japanese counter/converter.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
i am a predator,
preying on my self interests,
allied with wounded
spiritual ninjas,
seeking absolution,
ferreting out truth
and substance;
a live action rat
dragging the world's
biggest piece of stolen cheese.
What are you that is better?
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Love ninja
I discovered love is like a ninja.
Ninja hide in the dark waiting to attack there pray.
Well love doesn't attack there pray.
But it hides in the dark like a ninja out of sight
of thoughts looking for love. It comes out when we
aren't looking for love. Just like ninjas
we try are hardest to find ninjas
but we never can, we try are hardest to find love
but we never can. In till it finds us.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
Now for those that don't know
I'm a huge fan of ninjas
From cyberpunks like Hiryu and Jago
I guess my subconscious is linked to them
These warriors in the wind
From Sheik to Smoke
Ermac's telekinetic choke
Ryu Hyabusa to scorpion
subzero to Joe Musashi
These warriors in the wind
are part of what defines me
Raven and Yoshimitsu
I'm nowhere near the ability or agility of a ninja
Ninjutsu probably would end up being the tool of my demise.
I may never reach the skill of a ninja
but that doesn't mean I won't try
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
A conversation with my little cousins:
Him: Knock knock!
Me: Who's there?
Him: Doctor!
Me: Doctor Who?
Him: Exactly!
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: Hahaha That's very funny darling.
His little brother: KNOCK KNOCK!
Me: Who's there?
His little brother: um... um... I forgot, wait no um POTATO MUFFIN BANANA NINJA!
Me: Potato muffin banana ninja who?
His little brother: EXACTLY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me: Um... yeah. hahaha...
Him: HAHAHAHAHA THAT'S FUNNY!
Me: Um, yes. Sure. ha. haha. hahaha...
His little brother: It's funny because I said POTATO MUFFIN BANANA NINJA and then you said WHO and then I said EXACTLY! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: *** I think they are both having seizures...
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But I love them with all my heart!!!
<3
(My littlest cousin is obsessed with potatoes, muffins, bananas, and ninjas. I don't know it's weird dont ask)
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Did you know Ninjas have a language
That we can't understand?
While it isn't terribly complicated
it can be tough to comprehend
I happen to be fluent
I've studied for some time
Below I've crafted a poem
using Ninjutsu as my rhyme
I can only hope you found
my poem to be delighting
there are few things I enjoy
quite more than ninja writing
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
The Queen of Absentia rises from royal
stool to watch the moon set sheathed
in broiling cloud as she skips whirling
adders that hiss in fat jagged coils, their
hollow blades jutting death in sprinkler
sprays of misting veils and her
head is hypethral; a Gaudi shipping
container soldered in reptile curves,
licked by arrowheads of falcate flame
as she rounds its laughing corners;
an adderaled lab rat, eyes black funnels
drinking electrodes pulsing crimson and
the stars are crackling in the pan as she
sees planets torn shrieking down Hell’s hungry
plughole as fallen Gods divide by zero
and the clock’s skittering claws scratch
prophecies of consequence of poorly
sewn seams, but she smiles like a risen
crocodile and says,
‘you’re just jealous cos the
voices only talk to me.’
And again she dives as unwanted
advice gibbers up out snapping drains,
and power points shoot sharp blue spears
lighting substrates of ancient horror, inchoate
but fattening before her eyes as she
sits, wrapped in ghosts, guarding her
ochre tea in its chalice of steaming bone,
trying to sell herself a ticket to
tomorrow’s sunrise, staring at thunderheads
bunching up satin over sodden ninjas sprouting
cardboard hair, slicing down legions of
roaring pearl as death hunts hollow-eyed below.
Her Majesty holds court, amid the percussion of
steel and plate, a matador to shadows
that clasp their hands and dance around, as
clouds hammer rain to the ground.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
**Self analysis?
Or self induced creative paralysis?
There's a fine line
Between correcting, perfecting... and losing your spine
Mine
Is a critical look at what I do
And it's a positive, laid back method too
Go with the flow
Make you read it quicker/faster/sprinting
Michael Johnson... or, slow... mo'
"These new generation poets, they just don't know no more"... They say
The older generation, fail to understand how we play
With words... swim with the sharks
And glide with birds
Dangerous sometimes... poetic cliffhanger
Still stronger
Faith is unbreakable... diamond
lasts longer
You see?
It's 'kicking', like a thousand ninjas...
And Bruce Lee.**
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
*Good sir, I remember when our adventure first began
At that party, among many hugs and the odd “I love you man!”
After that life has never been quite the same
You brought another sun into my world, for me to bask in its flame
In time we got to know each other and it grew brighter until
You made me a Protagonist, and I joined you in battling evil
However, you were so sad for reasons only you can really know
For its true the greatest enemy lies within, and it’s not easy to show
But we all cared for you so much, and again our days grew brighter
After all, you are a Protagonist, and at heart the greatest fighter
Together we overcame all, defeating the darkness we ever faced
With the mages power, the warriors skill, the ninjas stealth and haste
And while you may sometimes feel sad, as the good-hearted often do
I will always say; this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
For when you tire from life’s battles, and all others fail or flee
I will always be by your side, for you to lean on me
Even when I leave the world, and am set free of this mortal coil
My spirit will be there to guide you, through all hardships and toil
Though I think you will seldom need me, no matter your feelings hue
Because you possess a unique soul, one Beautiful, Strong, and True
Though yet many sunny days and moonlight night lay ahead, filled with laughter, good times and a friendship most epically won
I think our adventures, Sir Brandin, have only just begun*
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
We strike when it's dark,
And we will rip your neck.
We sneak in the shadow,
We will strangle you to death.
We are one, too much to handle,
We will mutilate you, armed with a blade and a sickle.
We are the wind that blows silently,
We are ninjas that kills stealthily.
You can run as far as you can,
We will shred you to pieces with our shurikens.
Don't breathe too hard we can hear your heart beats,
Our katana will pierce through your heart till' it no longer beats.
We have the heart of an assassin,
We live shredding blood of those who are unworthy.
We cleanse the world of the cunning corruptionist,
**** one, save a thousand! We are sworn to **** as cold as can be.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Take me back to the days
When we were artists
With the clouds as the paint,
With the sky as the canvas;
Who sang their hearts out
In front of the electric fan
Which became the microphone and auto-tuner.
Take me back to the days
When we were adventurers
Who ran outside after morning showers to
Find the end of the rainbow
Hoping to meet a fellow
Who can grant our greatest wish
That tomorrow would be sunnier than today;
Who balanced between life and death
Every grocery shopping with our mothers
As we carefully tried to avoid the lines of the tiles which
We believed was made up of deadly red lasers.
Take me back to the days
When we were heroes:
Scientists who calculated the intensity of the rain
In the race of raindrops that
Roll down the car window
In the pouring traffic jam.
Ninjas who would wake up early to
Catch the floating dusts that swim in the sun's rays
When you open the curtains of the wide window.
Generals of an army who built
Mighty forts of cotton and feathers and
Found safety beneath warm pillows and sheets
On dark and windy nights.
Take me back to the days
When we were
Engineers,
Doctors,
Politicians,
Pilots,
Astronauts, and
Teachers
Take me back to the days
When we were
Who we wanted to be.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
we'd wake up and play with magic
like any other game of pretend
bath towel tied into a cape
we'd approach an empty plastic top hat
wand in hand
we were tapping into an ancient power
that we barely even knew
we've played a superhero, Sub-zero
and now, a miracle worker
there was nothing we couldn't do
we'd climb trees to the summit branches
as high as we'd dare to go
we'd lower the hoop and dunk with ease
alley-oops, 360s
sometimes in slow-mo
there was nothing but room
to grow and explore
frontiers of the imagination
seized on roller blades with plastic swords
we'd tie skateboards to the back of bicycles
and Jamaican bobsled down the street
we were free ninjas in the 90s
off to adventures no one sees
we'd front roll down hills like hedgehogs
we'd scrape knees
we'd footrace to the stop sign and back
to pretend we're going faster
we'd kick clouds of dust in our tracks
we'd steal bricks from the neighbor's garden
and throw them into lakes to see the splash
we'd throw pebbles to see how high they'd go
or paper planes from the top of the staircases
one time, we jumped off:
it was a dare
we did it though
we unscrewed the air cap from the tires
of our enemies' parked cars
we clapped back with super soakers
the block was truly ours
we'd play until the streetlights came on
with more discoveries left unseen
and in the shadows while sleeping
we'd play catch with our dreams
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
I wake up
No breakfast today, life's much to fast.
A cup of coffee will do
So I set the coffee maker,
turn on the shower,
And lose myself in the mirror.
All the while watching,
Waiting.
Waiting for something
But finding nothing in the end
This morning is not my own
It belongs to someone else
I once read on a dollar bill a few years back that
“You can't sing the blues without blood on your hands,
And you've got blood on you hands.”
I spent that dollar but the blood staid on my hands.
We absolve our tender memories
Of what it was like to be children
To not have worry on our brows
To have an unstoppable imagination
which could build floating boats
and mega droids the size of skyscrapers.
An imagination that would make us all ninjas
and princesses and cow boys and girls
Each of us have saved the world with a cardboard swords
and index finger barrels and gun hammer thumbs
Now, we sing requiems of missed messages
All for a few lousy blood soaked dollars.
Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
Thank you Costco
for not calling the cops
as 3 dark ninjas
ran through your gate
fought over chocolate
pondered over flowers
crashed carts into books
and then disappeared.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
I am not a Savior.
I am not a Killer.
I am not Lover,
Warrior or even myself.
I am not alive or dead.
I am a Dreamer.
I have died trying to save the one I love,
Only to awaken without her.
Parts of me missing,
Replaced parts mechanical in nature,
And electric in soul.
Spurred by the government to do their bidding.
I only go on to find my love again.
I have flown you over the river.
Shown you the most romantic gestures.
I have died in your arms.
My funeral was touching.
When you died in mine I died to.
Reborn in the spirit of vengeance.
Never resting till I avenge you.
I am hero warrior.
Battling demons, ninjas and everything else.
I am humble in my sword and fist.
Power in my bones.
You can count on me.
I am Death,
A Monster born of my own darkness.
Deep inside It arises.
Razes my soul.
Spreads its carrion wings.
It wants nothing but destruction.
I hides in the fires that blaze.
Turning this world to ash.
I am a Dreamer
I am a Dream
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Wtfux a satan? Who the hell is God? Two sides of the same coin? Do they work for the same guy? Twelve foot ninjas fall from the sky. Are we even ready for the apocalypse?
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
i trip my life on turpentine.
i smoked my wife, she's clandestine.
i woke up to a wall, of dust
and a mirror shattered by these
insisting dreams.
everything is three --
i thought myself a pool of doubt,
he bought my ego, cut in halves.
i walked behind his flawless steps,
covered in sweat.
i flinched.
i read a tale of the disintegration
of a rowdy generation.
a touch of a glimpse of her bare
feet.
and a single gray hair,
coming out of her neck -
trying to speak.
i might've screamed.
apples and oranges
and almonds on a one
way street.
i read about the disintegration,
of a vibration -
within
your chest.
i think you're dead.
you disagree!
protesting my funeral,
of a glimpse of your skin.
i've lived on a fleet,
of preachers and secret fighters --
dressed like ninjas and decaying in an
utter rut.
seiged by truth -
and one correct turn
to exit
amongst shivers and loud moans
flames
& dirt loans
creases and a handful of drones.
i tripped my life on fastened seats.
i smoked your hair,
you're fast asleep.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
Memories of the past
It was such a blast
But you blink and its all flown by
Remember chillin' on the corner laughing at the guys?
Not thinking about a job, or the struggle, or the how-to's of the hustle.
Listening to music and dreaming such and such.
When the black outs would come on the streets, and we got to be ninjas as we all roamed the street
Christmas with family getting told 'you're so big'
Nowadays these kids have kids
Stealing kisses in the shadows of the day
We were innocent once
Looking the world in wonder and chasing everyday
Never had time to wonder if someone was gay.
Times changing fast
Seconds to months and we barely understand
Childhoods lost in photos staring back with knowing smiles.
Look around
Today is the past, isn't that wild?
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:13 AM UTC
Why would you throw elephants at me?
Especially pink, purple, and orange
Stuffed ones smaller than my tiny hand?
Oh mommy, why do you enjoy throwing elephants at me?
Is it because we be so abbynormal
or because of all your
coffee making you uneasy?
Did you fall off your pet unicorn
When you threw the soft elephants at me mommy?
Was there love in your heart when you did it?
Or was it because i made you laugh
so hard you cried in the middle of starbucks in
front of All those cute dudes?
Arent we friends mommy?
Dont we send ninjas to stalk peoples
Who think we're odd
And then ride dragons
across perfectly blue skies?
Oh mommy why
dos you throw elephants at me
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
The red folk and the purple people were distinctive in their hue. In contrast, the Set Up bunch were chameleon, and to the casual observer they could pass for members of the congregation. That was by design, to be known only by their levite nature, their early arrival and late departure and (if you looked closely) by their hands.
The early bunch had remarkable hands. They were strikingly ready and willing, and could be turned to a wide variety of tasks.
They could never be described as specialist, and would never wish to be. Their true specialty, if they have one, is only to be quick to serve and slow to draw attention to themselves.
If they were ever persuaded to wear team tee shirts, they would have 'Ninja' brazoned across the back. And that would be kinda cool.
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC