I don't get over the wonder of it, and 'The Last Samurai' was an extreme example of that. Every day when I went to the set, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
quote by Tony Goldwyn
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Reptiles & Samurai
Reptiles and samurai
Inhabit my head
Invading my dreams
Sleeping in my bed
They battle but they never die
They hear what I hear
Watching thru my eyes
They dont like what they see
Reptiles and samurai
Are under my skin
They hide in my mind
They speak with my tongue
They run amuck in my terrain
They are not friends
But they are forced reluctantly
To share my brain
1st bridge
Reptiles have silly grins
Dark eyes--shiny teeth--some have fins
Samurai they smile never
Serious--pretty swords--very clever
Chorus
Sometimes I watch you from this place way in the sky
Your face is young and shiny transformed right before my eyes
Without warning, without reason
To samurai and lizards
Reptiles and samurai
Samurai and lizards
Reptiles and samurai
Reptiles and samurai
Inhabit my head
Invading my dreams
Sleeping in my bed
They battle but they never die
2nd bridge
Reptiles have pretty scales
They run real fast--they like to bite--some have tails
Samurai like their water hot--very brave
They eat raw fish--they fight alot
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Ninja Shuriken
Now the time
is come. For us
ninja to fight.
Just because the Samurai
are strong, doesn't mean we're not
Stronger. Ninja are fast and sneaky. We
have abilities that would blow your mind.
Unless of course, you know our ways. We are
real in every way. You just got to believe
in us. You got to
know, that we're strong. Stronger than the Samurai.
Enjoy watching the fight. For the
ninja has this battle won. Samurai will be defeated.
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Authors Note: I know the grammar part for the now the time is come is wrong. Cuz is should be are and I'd prefer it that way but This is an acrostic poem and I couldn't think up a sentence for I to go along with the story, so I used wrong grammar for it. Trust me, I didn't want to do that but I did. Guess it's a good thing that grammar ain't all that important when it comes to poetry. That's what my teacher said and I believe her. She did go to college and Idc what anyone else says about my grammar on here. My teacher said grammar ain't that important when it comes to poetry/poems and so I'm gonna listen to her.
If you read down, it says ninja shuriken.
poem by Ninja Soul
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The Truth Of Ninja (Updated)
see samurai i could have easly taken your life
with my bear hands, your such a poorly skilled man
i do nothing to you, unless you attack, why do you asault me,
because i spared thee? why samurai why? i wish to take no ones life
the skills i learned not for the sake of killing but protecting
kids and wives from the currupt samurai, i never wish you to die
i'd rather just paralize thats why we know how
so tell me samurai why wont you cease? we ninja aren't evil demon's
were just men fighting for peace,
we see so many people give up there
lives the daimyo just heartlessly brushed them aside,
we feel there family's pain, and see
his curruption wont stop
that angers us, we shall now end his evil plott
i'm sorry my friend but now you
must die, this blood shed is repentence
for all of your lie's
so now you see my friends? ninja
aren't bad, there good we only snuff out
the currupt, & evil, as only good ninja should
I'm kind of like a samurai. They say if you want to be a samurai, you can't be afraid of dying, and as soon as you flinch, you get your head cut off. I'm not afraid of losing this business.
quote by Yvon Chouinard
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Quentin wanted to create this special world in which everybody walks around with a samurai sword, extras in the airport, a special little place in the airplane to stick your samurai sword.
quote by David Carradine
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Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.
quote by George Chapman
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Shintaro
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, 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
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Afraid To Crack
soon there is no use of your fear
in due time
you crack
extreme heat
extreme cold
like a seed
your mind cracks
but do not lose hope
my dear
we all crack
on extreme pain
on extreme joys
we give room
for the seed
to grow
just wait
just wait
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The End Of The World
Go if you want to
I never tried to stop you
Know there's a reason
For all of this you're feeling
Low, it's not my call
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love...
Me - I don't show much
It's not that hard to hide you
See in a moment
I can't remember how to
Be all you wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love...
You want me to cry and play my part
I want you to sigh and fall apart
We want this like everyone else
Stay if you want to
I always wait to hear you say
There's a last kiss
For all the times you run this way
It's not my fault
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love...
Love me more
Couldn't ever love me more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love
You want me to lie not break your heart
I want you to fly not stop and start
We want us like everything else
Maybe we didn't understand
Not just a boy and a girl
It's just the end of the
End of the world
Me - I don't say much
It's far too hard to make you
See in a moment
I still forget just how to
Be all you wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
song performed by by Cure
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Yakuza
The barking were the loudness of evils
Extreme noises swarming the pretty dawn
Shy of lights and abide
Notorious philosopher of gangland
Backdated from 17th century kabuki-mono
(Outlandish samurai called the crazy ones)
The infamous family tree
Hatamoto-yakko (servants of Shogun)
Machi-yokko (servants of town)
Tekiya (street peddlers)
Bakuto (gamblers)
Gurentai (hoodlums)
They are the nerves of Yakuza
In arms and deadly
With guts and machine guns
Embroiled with conflicts
And turmoil
In numbers they come
Dungeons and dragons
Christopher Columbus of the land
Bad boys of dark heroes
Exploring new territory
New monetary
Their holy oaths and sacred vows
Are distinct and vivid
Devoted to tradition
Of oyabun – kobun (father-child relationship)
Made them virtually invincible
Authentic kamikaze
You’re not invited to become one
You have to pursue
Pricking your trigger finger
Dripped the bloods onto holy picture of the Saint
And burn it
A symbol of loyalty
Undivided
Bloodied the samurai swords
With your tongue
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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To Survive
to survive i go for the golden mean
not so tall and not so short
the tastier, meatier part i suppose
is the middle part of the sandwich
the smoother flow is the middle
part of the river
the safer part is the middle in every
location
at the extreme right what do you get?
or at the extreme left?
i sing between
you extreme joy is killing you with arrogance
your extreme sorrow is killing you with hopelessness
you see,
i live in the middle of everything
not so hot and not so cold and they always call it
this paradise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Samurai
Surviving underneath the midnight sky
Hidden by the shadows of this grim world
The tiger is traversing silently
His whole body seemingly unweary
A samurai whose master is the moon
A phantom whose labors go unnoticed
Until after such deeds are at an end
From this his duty you cannot rend
Ev'ry eye that catches a glimpse of him
Finds beauty and terror in his presence
Such strong reactions as reverence and scorn
From sightings of this warrior are born
Unrestrained by the shadows of this world
The tiger is the soldier of heaven
And is the reason why the angels croon
A samurai whose master is the moon
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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Calendar
The winds couldn't blow it
The storm couldn't uproot it
Rain couldn't drench it
Sun couldn't bake it
Fire couldn't burn it
Despair couldn't strike it.
It remained on the wall
Little faded but neat
Unruffled by the rolling years-
January 1961…
The Road starts here!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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God and Satan are in order.
I couldn’t but acknowledge Fortune
As I couldn’t denounce Fate
I couldn’t but admit Spirits
As I couldn’t ignore Ghosts
I couldn’t but belief God
As I couldn’t dethrone Satan.
All inventions are man’s necessity.
The invention of God and Satan by man
Is of no exception and in order.
04.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Weight of Poetry
Poetry is core of arts
It’s not strange!
Not knowing that poetry is core of all arts
It’s not strange as well!
The many who don’t know that poetry is core of all arts
It’s not a strange at all!
Although the poets usually make foes against vulgarity
A city makes the poets wandering on the streets
Should utterly lack of the manner and style
A society brings the resentment to the poets
Should fully lack of consciousness
Solitude is the major topic in life
Solitude is poetry
Lack of poetry, art is a form of imitation
Lack of poetry, power is a presumptuous mediocrity
Lack of poetry, fortune is a wealthy poverty
Lack of poetry, love is a superficial organ
The extreme of love- solitude
The extreme of wealth- solitude
The extreme of power – solitude
The extreme of art- solitude
The extreme of climax - solitude
The extreme of world - solitude
The extreme of planets- solitude
Those who have never explored loneliness
Can write down the weight of poetry?
poem by DePen Chang
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Your Face...
stay still, do not turn your face
to the extreme end, , , this is the right angle
i click the camera,
this is the side of happiness, keep your cool,
do not move, do not change the angle,
now, try moving to the extreme left,
this will be the same face, but the extreme one
on a 190 degree turn, shows the other
side of you, and this i will try to take too,
this face of sorrow,
this angle of lament, , , , you see, it is the same face
with just one turn, a little change,
at the extreme, i can see both of you...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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The Victim In Me
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Can feel the desperation.
Can you see the celebration.
The joyous occasion of misery.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
On the retreat.
A sign of defeat.
Isn't it neat.
The blood flows right beneath your feet.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
It's never easy for a king to capture his throne.
Be careful of mercy.
Be you not considered weak.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
One taste of sweet victory and theirs no going back.
The brutality of ambition.
Look at all the heads of your enemies.
Piked all over your kingdom for all too see.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Tears fall upon their deaths.
Jeers and cheers fall upon their deaths.
Rage fills some.
Others completely fall apart.
A sickness that cause them to come undone.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
They are always so plenty.
And one is me.
Oh yes one is me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What If
What if I couldn’t see?
I wouldn’t know how to be.
What if I couldn’t walk?
I wouldn’t be able to go to the park.
What if I couldn’t smell?
I wouldn’t know early monsoon shower smell.
What if I couldn’t feel?
I wouldn’t even know how to heal.
What if I couldn’t taste?
All the gourmet food would go to waste.
What if I couldn’t touch?
I wouldn’t know love as such.
What if I couldn’t cry?
I wouldn’t be able to let go of grief even if I try.
What if I couldn’t smile?
I wouldn’t be able to feel light even for a while.
I can do all of these things
Lord, it’s a blessing.
, These are the gifts
We realize when we are unfit.
I have really no clue
How the less privileged do.
I guess with courage and acceptance
They go on with grace.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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