Best Spartan Poems
THE BATTLE OF THERMOPYLAE - A SPARTAN DEATH WISH - 480 BC
300 Spartans or hoplites , the truly heroic
The loyal and totally patriotic,
Were ordered to fight to the death,
And To their very last breathe!
King Leonidas had to stop the Persian
Army and King Xerxes from capitulating
Athens, but these 300 strong
Were hopelessly outmatched, so wrong.
In addition, a traitor was lurking around,
Ephialtes knew he could find common ground
With Persia’s King Xerxes, Ephialtes wanted money
King Xerxes a conclusive win, a thought that wasn’t sunny!
Ephialtes, a Judas, told the Persians about the pass
To go around the mountain and surprise
The Greeks from the back.
Ephalites led them for he had the knack!
King Xerxes sent his 10000 “immortals” on this mission,
Xerxes himself put this mission into commission!
Puzzling however, is that King Leonidas knew,
The Persians were coming, yet ordered the hoplites to stay,
And the supporting army to go away,
Was this a deliberate act of self sacrifice, for an oracle
Appeared, which confirmed that should King Leonidas die,
And his honest, loyal soul soar to the sky,
Sparta would not be destroyed, and another interpretation
Was that King Leonidas wanted to give them time to escape,
Which they did. The 300 Spartans left fought
Bravely until each one dropped and they became naught!
And what happened to our notorious,
Traitor, Ephialtes – in Greek his name
Means nightmare,
Welcome nowhere, surely that’s fair!
The Battle of Thermopylae, the bravery of King Leonidas
Together with his 300, brave, strong and determined
Hoplites have contributed to a beautiful and rich history,
But the mystery
Remains, why did they choose to stay and die, instead of
Getting up to leave,
Abandoning families that would surely grieve.
The battle of Thermopylae took place in August 480 BC,
A great historical era, to which only the Spartans had the key!
Eyes like the Aegean Sea,
Burn with a passion for life.
Like underwater volcanoes that erupt and make the sea rage.
Poseidon striking the sea floor.
With the intensity for experience,
Like the fire that smolders deep within your essence;
As if Hephaestus, God of Fire placed this potency within your heart.
Raven tresses frame the noble gentleman
Traveling along his journey like a silent Spartan: King Leonidas.
With Themis and Dike protecting him in battle; guiding his sword and shield.
Appointing him to be the leader of justice for mankind.
Like the regal Lion that sits upon his golden throne high in the Heavens for all to
see. Forever etched in the memories of men: so are you--endless;
Sitting with Hercules on Mount Olympus.
Celestial orbs safeguard the one whose utterances are as vast as the
mountainous landscape.
And whose songs are as boundless as the sea itself.
I am a spartan,
feel my wrath,
when I fight it's victorious,
no matter what the odds,
I'll bow to no man,
men will bow before me,
if we ever meet on the battle field,
I will set your spirit free.
I will fight to the end,
for that's the spartan way,
I will never give in to ternary,
I will never change my ways.
I'll toast to your bones,
should you chose to come,
I only wish for the same glory,
if i'm ever the one.
I live by a code,
a warrior to the end,
only in death can I truly be glorified,
as a mighty spartan.
(After watching 300 for the first time)
M.Mahauariki © 2008
Spartan Riches
by Odin Roark
Creation asks not for center stage
How plentiful these quiet treasures
Demanding not a price
Void of glitter
Gaff
And loud acclaim drowning
Senses
Reason
Imagination pursues instead
Honesty’s nod
The up and down gesture
Everyday patrons volunteer
On discovering virtuosity’s subtle essence
Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture
So too the Van Goghs of everyday living
Patiently await man’s simple willingness
To emote with the light of a smile
Perhaps even tears
Knowing as in nature
Creative efforts spawn
Reciprocal wavelengths of appreciation
Finding respite wherever
An honest heart and mind’s tuning fork awaits
Often
Creation senses not the obvious
Artistry’s honorific slips
Obliging a personage quest
Unaware resultant luminary trappings
Often engender insecurities
Petrifying life’s inner sanctum
That place where inception seeds the unknown
Bestows lasting memories
Where both a mother’s caress
And the brush strokes of oiled color
Add to the canvas of expectancy’s
Freely shared gifts and rewards
Too late at times
Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands
Obliging a servitude to fame
Risking enslavement
Either to gilded prisons
Or the bridled razor wire of power
Needing to gallop down a home stretch
Willingly adding to the blood-laden turf
Determined the day’s finish line
Will provide yet another carrot
To satiate the bestial appetite for superiority
Fortunately
A meaningful number
Manage to avoid a system’s pandering
Obviating trophydom’s trap
Existing solely as creation’s flow
Appeasing those whose hearts and minds
Seek but revelation of impact
A seeding of possible enlightenment
Respecting the virtue of namelessness
So goes the Spartan riches
Accumulating with anonymous authenticity
Giving it’s own reciprocal nod
Back to that which inspires creativity
All without demands
Without price
Imagine home's a shopping cart
Imagine nothing in the larder
Imagine what would fill your heart
Ignore it and your life grows harder
How many shoes from which to choose
How many sweaters make you better
How many starving on the news
Will make you see that greed's a fetter
Deny a crave, an urge, a cheat
Deny yourself that extra bite
Deny a want, a gift, a treat
Have just enough, to sleep at night
Take less to put upon your plate
Take just enough to feed your soul
Take only what you need to sate
Not all you fit within your bowl
Discard the cushy cloak of excess
Discard the lazy ways of ease
Discard those once prized assets
Downsize from wants to needs
spartan armor glows
women bare shield taunt cite as
shadow warriors play
Spartan
Some men are born to play,
and some… are not.
To them life is without common joy,
at least the kind others partake.
But it is instead more tempered with
the metal of red blood;
courage, bravery, loyalty, tenacity!
Laughter abounds when their families are safe.
Love for their women, their children…
Time for their friends, their communities,
And above all…
their God.
Yet stirred to need, the winds of war…
Call their names… all of them.
They gather young and old, every man fierce.
Ready to die, before they lifted their sword.
Ready to give without… reserve.
No question as to how or when… only who…
The enemies that dare to come against wolves?
Children born for no other reason than to protect and serve.
Gather…beware…
The enemies that compare themselves to real men, willing to kill?
Have no true idea of what is coming…
The commander calls, loudly, gruffly…
“Here we fight and here we die, and then we live forever!”
(the men cheer loudly, pounding their mighty spears against their shields)
Then he faced the darkness.
“Know this… scourge and scum of the earth…
Our God, our country, our families… our dogs…
Will celebrate on your graves, and dance into the night!”
Carved in stone;
No retreat…
Surrender is not a word.
A Spartan Life - (g&g)
Spartans have no blemishes, no fears, kill inferiors
Destroy their sick and babies with imperfections
By sword or place them by a mountain side
Wolves take care of these matters in savage manner
Make meals of the weak in quick fashion
Nature turns the other way
Reserves judgment on the warrior nation
Ready for death at any moment
Model citizens must fight or die
Etch out the future to survive
Wield weapons faster than the enemy
Draw blood to make a point
Spill guts to make their gain
Glory comes at a price
A Spartan life
Created on 7/20/15 for Guts And Gain Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Spartan was a wicked task
Full unmasked the evil presence
Violence against a brother rewarded
Quick the silencer will reap
For no value kills another
Yet the process lumbers on
In the wood and city streets
Another victim preyed upon
How shall we make amends?
By the precepts of His laws?
The balance greater drifting onward
Sees the shifting of relief
One cannot help but cry aloud
For violence continues to this day
So when you see a fallen one
Ask what price demanded Him to pay?
So Baltimore the place of honor
Chicago maims not far behind
"To each his own" the saying goes
Some recompense repaid each time
Lives in my homeland
He fights not the enemy,
but himself in the mirror.
The mirror eternally strong,
will never break into pieces
One day Spartan boy will tire,
and collapse due to fatigue.
and accumulated impiety