Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sijo Robert Z Jun 2015
Not every one knows who shall pass in the end,
Watching the training of Monk ***** Defence.
Who will manage the attack real well and defend,
And who will step aside and run away with good sense.

The time to compete is nearly at hand,
With a new weaponry style to commence
Come to training today and see how you withstand
The attacks on you person with Monks *****, bare hand defense!

And after all this that excellent Brew
That we will share and enjoy immense.
Look forward to training with You,
That most awesome of styles which we call Shaolin Self Defence
Christos Rigakos Jan 2014
the humble priest who, clothed in black and drab
old moth-holed garb and well-worn holy shoes,
saw yellow-orange men with breath infused
survive while hammered under concrete slabs,

adorned with seizure's scrapes and new dried scab,
a monk's black cap and simple wooden cross,
from Shaolin's breath could not be pushed or tossed,
or even budged when by his arm was grabbed,

then one whose throat withstood the point of spear,
did ask the priest what powers blocked his chi,
the humble priest explained and this he said,

"from chi's destructive force i had no fear,
for i did what you could not hear or see,
recite the name of One raised from the dead"

(C)2013, Christos Rigakos
Italian (Petrarchan) Sonnet
Toxic yeti Feb 2019
I cry all night
I cry all day
Thinking that you
Will never come back
I soon read the love songs of the
6th Dalai Lama
Then you come in
My heart leaps
I lead you to
My bed
We kiss
I ask you your you name
You say that’s it was karma.
Mine was Jin Mai
We continue to kiss
Passionately and fall on
My bed and on eachother
I can feel your hardness
When you undress eacother
And make love
My gentle soul.
You ask why I was so sad
I sad that
I forced to horrible things
And you didn’t care
You pulled me closer
And kissed me
Deeply.
Dan Schell Apr 2010
We are all poets;
when words come quick,
shaolin blades slicing pixels
in angry, poetic kung-fu;
when words come smooth and slow
in fleeting, awkward caresses
pulsating across goose-bumped skin,
every new lover a poem.

When we sway on the barstool,
flag poles resisting *****’s steady gale,
arguing for that one last drink
before the white light cuts through
the swaddling shadows and the barkeep
sees the reds of our eyes,
every slurring plea a poem.

When we beg the officer
to let us go gently into freedom’s violet dawn
and when unsuccessful,
to crack the back window of his cruiser
just enough to keep the world from spilling in,
spinning into violent oblivion,
every handcuffed squirm a poem.

We are all poets;
when both heart and home sputter,
energy from a rusting machine crawling
from check to check until
chair becomes wheelchair,
house becomes apartment,
fruits of past labor
line the curb in piles of bags,
every unpaid bill a poem.

When we stare out over the water,
rolling sheets of morning fog across the lake,
still, except for ripples of dew drops
painting the water in widening circles;
revived campfire crackling next to
snug, sleeping children;
quiet, like a poem’s end.
Published in Cardinal Sins, Winter 2010
Toxic yeti Feb 2019
I hated being a concubine
Having to be mean to the others
And being taken against my will
Every night
So I disappeared from the palace
During my escape in the south
When I came
I saw you
A beautiful
Almost feminine
Young monk
From the near by shaolin temple
Our eyes connect
Something strange when down my spine
I walk back to my house
Not knowing that you followed me.
When I close the door
I see you
And let you in
The old me would
Say get out
But this is the new me
So I invite you in.
You said that I was
Beautiful
We soon kiss
And hold eachother
In eacother arms
In the safety in my bed
We couple
Tenderly
Then you had to leave
I kissed you
Saying that you are always welcome
For my home is our love nest.
I cry myself to sleep.
Matt Jul 2015
What Should I do?
On a Sunday afternoon
Alone in a suburnan home

In a quiet mountain suburb
The homes here are ranch style
First built in the fifties

This is Pasadena
Home of the Rose Parade

I guess I could
Wander out again
With rain clothes

Or wait until it stops
I suppose I'll go up the
Mountain

Or to the park
I'm not sure

No parties to go to
No money to spend

I went to the gym today
Watched a documentary
On Shaolin monks

I don't know
What to do
With myself anymore

I've spent my life
Alone

It was nice to meet
With the therapist
Funny you don't realize
How much you enjoy
Someone's company

Until they leave

Well I'll be somewhere
Out there
Walking around

Searching for what
I do not know

I figure the female friend
Is not coming

I am content to
Walk around for hours

Earth is strange
A great mystery

Sometimes
I dream
I live in a community
With other people
I can spend with
Sometime

Oh
What should I do?

The mountain view is beautiful
Perhaps I'll just go to
The park today

I am a bit tired from working out
Strange
Human life
Incredibly strange

They say no man
Is an island

But I'm close
Calm the maniac signs, breaks the average  asinine, solid with the swift swine,
Cooking their bacon, til the grease is fine,
380 degrees, caps for ya decease,
Broke ya soul leased, now you at the dealership, negotiate with the demons,
Inner connects, with solar techs,
Beaming, I saw mankind scheming,
Dreaming, pass Mr Williams,
Got a hold of ya will son, Don of a legend, pledging to the assassins edging,
Highly trained, cant see the remains, every inch of a sword is grained,
No matter if its dry or the rain, the snow or the cain, the fire to the flame,
I'm still crowned as King, resting aside is my beautiful Queen, aim for cream,
Spray tagging my dreams, see the shadow theme, things ain't what it seems,
I saw the light, before the darkness see how many ears is peeping this,
Weeping bliss, not many been sunkissed, my styles deeper than the earth crisp,
Pass hells door, welcome the mediocre, flashes of the midevil torture,
Dont provoke the rapture, of souls closing in on the genesis capture,
Angels flying above, with the lighted gloves, with a slash through love,
So many holding hammers like Thor, sirens screaming at the door,
For more and more, I cant help it, I was built for the temples, of the Holy War,
Crush an empire, without putting forth a desire, check the coke rush sapphire,
Infinite Messiah, feeling like Isaiah a true rider, blazing trails, let the ships sail,
Where they may, soon to see mayday mayday, treats em like a baby,
Small timers, ain't housing up to my grit that corrupts, the savage in me,
Stingy with the Henny, draws of the jack honey, bees swarming round me,
But cant touch me, I'm legendary, like silent marks on the cemetery,
See the souls growing weary, eyes teary, cant stop the soldier in me,
Never been scared of death, I battled 9 gates, til the corners, of the earth shake,
Vibrate the purgatory, my clash braille eyes, like the solar flash,
Spirit bombs, spreads like ****** repeats of gore, graphic as Vietnam,
I turn tazmanian, aimming at this devils, tryna stay ahead of the levels,
No stop signs ahead, daily takes of dipping bread, in the ****** waters,
My own blood, was bottled for the heavenly throttle, chase destiny tomorrow,
Only to meet fate, for the quick swallow, turn sleepy heads hallow, from the hallow,
Gun measures the winds whistle, smoke ya flesh to the very gristle,
My sights like an MX missile, cover every issue no one will miss you, scope the visual,
No pretends, I put a cap to ya ends, cut off ya source, let the killers glory binge,
GR Oct 2017
with a kung fu kick
inside shaolin temple
ego surrenders

© 2017
Aiyo this are bells bells of the universal scales all else fails
Once I flip open ya shells wicked cast the spells rock sails
Of an ocean girls coasting love overdosing never posing
Stay real to the very thrill heart to **** thy will be done kingdom
Of Houston's slum sound the drum it went *** pum pum pum
***** drummer been funky since JBs stunners dance hall in the fall
See me at the mall shop cheap with a million dollars compete
Cant stop my fleet obsolete a weak more scholars than Greek
Philosophy cause tragedy bow before ya black majesty
Majestic prophetic athletic turning ya ligaments prosthetic
Prostrate strong sound the gongs girls never see wrong
Flip the song swords slashed over tapes night of the ****
Vocals laid midnight pate rapes the average mind state
Vengeance thus I said the godly eyes split the pies wide
These are just the samples giving from the raw bee hides
Vazago d Vile Jun 28
welcome to my brain

I was born upside down,
Preikestolen in my spine,
Baldr whispered, “Run wild,”
and I never learned to walk—only charge.

I meditate in chaos,
hold breath till the silence shivers.
Doctors panic.
I just smirk.
Two minutes is peace to me.

I kick air to remind gravity
that I’m still the boss
and punch walls of thought
just to hear them echo.

Luzifer lights my thoughts—
not evil, just awake.
Baldr wraps them in gold.
Shaolin monks?
I’d spar one,
bowing with bruises and respect.

Poetry drips from my lungs
like fog off the fjord.
I speak in sparks and
rhyme with thunder.
My mind’s a temple with no roof—
every god welcome
as long as they listen.

I am ADHD
in motion and meaning.
A storm wearing headphones.
A spliff-lit oracle.

And if you feel too much—
if your heart rattles like mine—
don’t run.

Sit.
Breathe.
Roar.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
During the Tang Dynasty
A yellow haired
Girl from Lunan came to a small Han town
To escape the bandits
There she met a
Shaolin monk
Of the similar age
They fell in
Madly in love
And only met up at midnight
That was when
He taughted her his ways
And they would kiss
And couple
She wanted to bring him to her
Home
So she felt loved and safe
Their travels
And love affair
Ended tragically when
Her love interest
Was struck down
That’s when she became a nun
While carrying their
Love child
But she soon took to the *****.
Blades in your mouth but you're not chainsaw man
Any opportunity to be an opp
You take it by hand
Forever you swear we tight
Like a Shaolin clan
Yet I see a katana eveytime
You say “You understand”

We grew side by side
Edamame
Call each other family members
Uncle and aunty
So why anytime I trip
Over my family tree
You were there waiting
To catch and bury me

In Homeroom debating cartoons
To lying about taking shrooms
With the water girls to see
If they part vacuum
Thought our college days be
A different world
You saw it like who “the best man”
Now our friendships otherworld
Maybe in the next life, we can
give it A whirl
Until then where’s the knife
We have a lot to unfurl


Continuing to grow making room for
A family
Adding decimals to make their life more
Exceptional
It always seemed medicinal until the economy went critical
Now it's every man for themselves
Even if there’s enough on the shelves
You see me and mine as wanting
Yours to fail
At least that’s what it looks like
When I scroll on my cell
Jimmy silker Mar 21
I remember the black and white eighties
When the people owned their shops
Not just the proprietors
But those around who flocked
For communion
And connection
On a Saturday afternoon
Wether marital arts
Or comics
Music
Clobber
Video games in smokey gloom
Chapter one and Ogre books
Backtracks and Probe
The leather shop and flip
Down a pasty for fuel
It was always grey and overcast
Rain off cobbles danced
Outside of short lived record shops
The mood only enhanced
The breakdancers with their Lino
The suedeheads and the goths
Sick Thrashers and glam posers
Sitting off and taking stock
Uneasy tribes would gather
From both near and far
Then up the hill to Shaolin World
To buy a throwing star.
We living in the times, of demons breeding, new ***** for seasoning,
No rhymes of reasoning, I sense a case of cold death breathing,
Amongst the curse lands, snake with bands, tryna buy every island,
But earth ain't for sale, see my thoughts failed, where reality sailed,
So many frail, scared to let their souls outta jail, this ain't another fairytale,
How many doing Gods will, I hold my sword, high prepared to ****,
Vengeance, for my past peers, shedding tears at the Capitol Hill,
Them lizards cant feel, no pain only blood and war, equals more gain,
And I done came, from rags to ***** riches, avoided the sin of stitches,
Switches, I lay to keep my thoughts on, once I become Darkseid, I sight on,
The easiest target to write on, put heads on Shaolin gongs, ring the alarms,
Snake a charm watch the belly dances, of sirens form, swarm of harms,
I stay close to the ghost farms, eyes of a lighted shadow, fifty foot halos,
Squaring every angle, brothers of Hades and Raphael, doing spiritual fills,
Im rodney, turn dangerous in these fields, harder than a blue bill,
Born in the land fills, where all the lands is fill, with hate of blood spills,
Cursed by my own will, how can I be saved, if I'm playing like Copperfield,
Submerged my thoughts, into another dimensions, locked in suspension,
Everybody turned Christian, from a rotted planned expedition,
I felt wisdom peeped in, chipping off the scholastics of Solomon,
Cant be born again, into an earthly human, if I'm already born,
My only next birth, is out of this earth, grazing the multi universe,
Check the Fred Sanford hat with the golden brown bats
Sitting out like I'm maxed bets over Jacks of all trades
Tirades streets I serenade made ya girl fade waves pomade
Blue magic fantastic broke from the tragic of heavy statics
Watch the burns lay more bars than taverns see my guns
Amazing blazing like purples tapes gazing htown showdown
Shaolin linked with the south park coalition clink sink
My thoughts deeper than a submarine black
Supreme human being still reigning as king touching
All hearts soul darts none could part feeling the charts
52 weeks 365 days a year even leap years I draw tears
From the clouds of thunderstorm broke the charm
Silence the pharm alarms blows like sounds of Islam
Desert sharp pierce the bark trees to bred my mentality
In actuality check my locality next to the space age scenery
Cosmos traced like octimos promo cashing portals
Copperfield ya grill see the how the hairs drill past the roots
Appeals I'm so real I'm so in love with the wings of a dove




Its blood money tryna get to the pyramids eyes stys
Slys from the wise I took notes from hells advice nice  
Devils playing advocate to heavens faith relate wait
My skills tryna make mills but I jumped over mass appeal
Rather be gangsta like scar miss the white cream seems
Only the fakes get the sting part of the outside rings
Make my own strategize hate through loves crate
Buried my tears long ago once I learned to let go
Over the pain that drains souls to the very essence best
Presences held from fleeing the past futures is presents
Gifted eternity pass the love ology base head psychology  
It's crazy off the rip slows sips so I can take mental trip
8 dimensions 7 demons 6 Angel's ready to strangle
Humanity to another angle degrees fall on your knees
Watch for the skeez no tease super pump soakers squeeze
Better be on yours Qs to Ps let the souls genuine deeds
Feed those in needs I'm here to payback diamondback
Cutters hiding in the gutters milking cows with no udders
Gale Force
quicker than parcel force
and guaranteed to
deliver when due.

Ouside
the wind's howling
teeth bared and growling

Inside
with a Shaolin Monk
peacefully
getting drunk on coffee

#AHA
and you thought alcohol
LOL

— The End —