Martial Arts Poetry…
THE UNBENDABLE DISEASE!
Martial Arts Poetry? Hah! Real men don’t read poetry! Right? Wrong, just ask any samurai what haiku is.
This poetry, while probably not very good, is based on a drawing by aikidoist Mitsugi Saotome, on pg 125 of his book ‘Aikido and the Harmony of Nature,’ which is very good. His drawing, I understand, is based on an old Japanese folktale. The point behind all this is that this is what the martial arts are really all about.
THE UNBENDABLE DISEASE
They wanted to eat but were really unable
They had fingers and forks and knives for the peas
but their elbows had caught the Unbendable Disease
Their bellies were empty and their appetites strong
but forks were too short and arms too long
so they sat and grew skinny as the food grew cold
and wondered just why their arms wouldn’t fold
one man had a thought so very, very sly
and reaching his arm out, the elbow so straight,
he tried to steal the food off his neighbor’s plate
The men so scrawny began to fight
beating each other, they knew they were right
they fought over food, from scrap to wine
and all forgot that they had come to dine
and choked each other until they were sick
and the food pile high over which they fought,
that smelled so good, began to rot
Four other men at the other end
stared in amaze at the plight of their friends
‘Don’t they know the cure for disease
it’s to look after your brother man’s ease
Why fight over things you can’t have?
Getting along is the universal salve!’
So saying they grabbed their forks as they sat
and fed each other until they grew fat
That’s it for this martial arts poetry, so which end of the table do you sit at?
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