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Glad-He-Ate-Her

Thrust a sword into my gut;
Save me from this mindless rut! 
Armor, shield- an open field 
(To guide my hands with luck) 
One by one 'til all are killed;
Beaten, Bashed, Bested- Struck!

*Play on "Gladiator"

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Joseph Matose

November 25, 2013 at 7:52 AM

OOPS, CHAN. YOU'RE A GREAT ANIMATOR. I SEE PICTURES WHENEVER I READ YOUR POEMS. THANKS FOR SHARING. FRIEND, JM

Just That Archaic Poet

November 25, 2013 at 7:56 AM

I'm glad you are able to visualize my poems, JM. I've long feared I rely too heavily upon emotion rather than painting an image in the reader's mind. Makes me happy to know you can see something as well as feel this piece. I always look forward to your reviews, my friend :)

Robin Davis

October 30, 2013 at 5:36 PM

Chan This is an interesting write. Its unique and different. Makes the reader think. Nice job Thanks for the nice comment on my Fairy Tale poem. Hugs and Love Sweet Pea

Just That Archaic Poet

October 31, 2013 at 8:52 AM

Thanks for popping in, Sweet Pea! <3