Gladiator Poems

glib gladiator in Gladys Gladiolas

Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas.

vicarious gladiator syndrome

The primeval feelings they court
Are thrills from kills as a cohort
The owners are betting
That this bloodletting
Attracts all to football as sport


Author's note: A celebrity commenter attributed the NFL's recent very high ratings and financial success to everything except the appeal of a violent game.  The Romans exploited this emotion long ago at the Colosseum. If I watch a game, I find myself having these feelings, which I do not like. Solution: turn it off and peace out. Am I the only one?

Excavator Gave Him Navigator

That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…

But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil  
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face: 
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.

From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…

Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…

The Gladiator

Dust arises from the ground and swirls about his feet,
the squawk of battle leather echo's as he takes his seat.
"Away" another warrior dragged lifeless from the ground,
He drops his sword and wonders when his time will come around.
The muted cries, the bloodlust crowd forever in his ear,
He knows this song, replayed before, each day, each week, each year.
How can he hope to win again, his will not what it seems,
Freedom long forgotten buried deep within his dreams.
But what is this he sees through eyes half closed by sweat and Sun?
Caesar's guards approaching him, could this mean life is done?
He bravely stands to meet his fate . . . without fear, without debate.
The mob now oddly silent, as if they too were dead,
an eternity it seems it took for him to raise his head.
A golden sword is handed him, a voice says "Here my Son"
You've entertained the crowds enough, your freedom you have won.
And as the crowds rose to their feet, they all began to cheer,
While in the Gladiator's eye...was seen a single tear.

Girl Gone Gladiator

She opens the DSM-5 to page 666,
Know Thyself,
who among us is not a Beast somehow,
she's enthralled by Imperfection,
It explains the scars on her heart,
if she believed in Perfection 
then she would need to accept her own nature
unequivocally,
she would have to love every part of herself,
poetry is her therapy 
building puzzles her bliss
solving puzzles her passion,
she is a madwoman in the 3rd degree,
a sensational spaz
believes that she is a heroine among the herd,
starlet atop a soapbox 
cavalier with her cross of crass sass,
she cares too much to be free...
searching in the trauma of souls
for her own ghost
lovestruck by the Devil's lightning 
Godsmacked by the grind 
listening for God to apologize,
she's exhausted by cynicism 
brilliant yet bitter,
a cutthroat competitor, 
frozen beauty in a flame,
she expects Life to buck her every day
a jaded girl looking for the grim,
on stormy days she sings to the static
perhaps she's waiting for the Apocalypse -

J.A.B.  2020

The Gladiator

He stood there, gritted teeth, sword aloft
one foot on the slain Gladiator
would they let him live
honour him with the platinum ring
a ring from that albino of metals

 or would they thrust him through
pierce the unbleached cotton shirt
turn the clean bone to blood red
the raised arm of the lady
the lady beside the emperor

that lily white arm, begging for life
he looked up at the blue sky
the whitish cotton wool of the clouds
then with the raising of his arm
the emperor gave him his life

conquest was sweeter than honey
sweeter than the sugar
harvested from beet of the fields
he would live but fight no more
his last fight was the right to live

Gladiator of G-O-E

With oil through veins and acrylic faces,
Gender neutrals lathe metallic domains,
Acquired specimen a challenge cases,
A depleted prior to what remains.

Well, so be it, he makes the claim, to be,
One of many quickens to martyrdom,
Legions fall prey, prays echoed, heard their plea,
Heartbeats to ironed chambers, undead realm.

Conquer beyond mind, vanquish beyond soul,
Embolden ones might and crush what insight,
Not beings of the threshold, but Sheol,
Unsheath thy sword let thine blade field its strike.

Let us walk the streets of San Francisco,
Gladiator restores all that is G.O.E.


2019 September 23
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables total

Twilight Gladiator

Moral decay 
Night nurses prey or pay 
Dressed in white or gray 
Black and dark night fay 
Freezing hot they fey 
Heavy duty they lay 
Gone to make hay 
While sun slay

The Gladiator

The Gladiator

Battered and worn out
he looks shaken, disheveled
from the endless fight

Standing tall and proud
the fighter still undefeated
looks at the audience

Taking in the sight
a sea of crowd watching awed
by his performance

in the arena
his skills in fighting tested
never disappoints

King's loyal subjects
cheered for him to win the fight
the fight of his life

for the king's pleasure
a ghastly entertainment
that celebrates death

Death to the fighters
for those who opposed the king
the roman empire

The king sits restless
as he watch his men falling
to the ground dying

Crowds cheered and shouted
on seeing the gladiator
winning his freedom

The Gladiator

Of my bed every morning out I jump
Ready for the fields of life to go
Armor, sword and spear in hand
Into survival’s arena myself I throw



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  10 SEPTEMBER 2014

Gladiator

Forged in my Creators mind
Birth with His purpose in mind

Shaped and fashioned in the
arena of life

Whatever comes out of hell's gate
I'm poised and ready to fight 

A gladiator did my Creator create
To die for His cause is my fate

Clothe in my armor
Sword in hand
Bred to fear no man

Yeah though I walk through the
Valley of shadows and death
Will face my enemy till my last breath

You see greater is He that is in me
Who created me to be the warrior in 
this century

Branded with the mark of the Godly 
Brotherhood 

I take my place in the arena where 
my forefathers the Apostles stood 

The name is KENNY
And I Am GOD the Creators modern 
day Gladiator

Gladiator Wins

Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.

written for
Sponsor Amy Green 
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold

Gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live

Gladiator Games

Gladiator games
Fuel flames excitement fame
Amour amour passions flare

My love games compete
Up high in poor seats watching
Soft spot unarmed slowly dies

Sponsor: Amy Green
Contest: Choka for a Chokehold

Gladiator

Gladiator

Chosen from slaves
Trained to fight
He was placed in an arena
A sword and shield his only defense
He fought and killed
Spilling the blood of a hundred onto the sand
His final match he fought bravely
Defeated the emperor spared his life
Never fighting again he was bound
Tied between two pillars of stone
Naked, he showed the scars of a thousand beatings
He learned so long ago how to live in pain
Whips with steel tipped leather ripped his skin
A morning ritual for the rich
Sand was ground into open wounds
Flies ate their fill from his flesh
He always stood mute
He never showed the pain or any feelings
Alas he tied a horrific death
Beaten so badly that knew one knew who he was
He was born a slave
He fought as a warrior
He became a hero
He ended up as a martyr
Dying at the hand of a tyrant
He never once talked
He never told anyone
He died with the secrets of the arena
Once again he was a hero
Even in death
He was a gladiator

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