Poetry

Martial Arts Poetry and Reflections

Achieve, Defend, and Win
By Joe Montaque – Mizu Dojo
Have a Broad Perspective
Be Aware of Your Options
Choose a Direction
Develop the Discipline of Patience
Be Alert for Opportunities
Avoid the Wrong Responses

Anticipate Problems and Setbacks
Be Determined to Persevere
Develop a Pride in Your Dedication

Practice Right Actions
Do It till You Die
Live

Among the Trees
By Charles Wheelus – Shuhari Dojo
At some point I became aware
bathing in the warmth of the sun
of my leaves reaching
in attempt to touch
the loving life
smiling on me from above
Of blowing breezes
pushing me from time to time
to and fro, little knowing
of how such trouble
subtly helped my strength to grow

The rain that quenched my thirst
and cooled me
from the lifeforce above
which often overpowered me
as it showered about it’s love

How amazing was my discovery
of the ones who came before me
so tall it sometimes seemed
that they could touch eternity

Branches long outstretched
with the ability
to gather so much sunlight
on occaision I found
I fell inside their shadow

How I’ve struggled to become taller
and sink my own roots deeper
as I search to find
my own place in the sunlight

grateful
to be among the trees

Death of an Innocent
Author Unknown
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one who will pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom. I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?