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MARK ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA-3

The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering, 
The deserts breath, is so stilled,  under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the 
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a 
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow, 
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 









Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/8/2014 10:50:00 AM
Hi Cheryl: A tragic and well written love poem to go down in history and you have renewed that love story. Beautiful!
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Date: 5/5/2014 10:27:00 PM
I have one word for this ---> Cinematic
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Date: 5/5/2014 11:57:00 AM
Yes, Cheri, I do remember the epic film "Cleopatra" from my youth. And I am reminded of that by your lovely poem. The memories of that film fade in my mind. But your wonderful words rekindle them. You capture so much here in your poem. Of history and the changing of great powers, while evoking the love these two great leaders had for one another. I think from now on, your beautiful poem shall displace the memories of that great film for me. Hugs;) Sam
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Date: 5/5/2014 11:07:00 AM
Well, Cheryl, maybe you do not feel comfortable with this poem, because you're using more metaphors than before. I on the other hand super love both opening lines. Draws the reader for another line, WOW- blanket by the warm sun.... love the idea how the body is embraced by the rays of warm sun.... Once again, my friend, this is awesomeness! It's better than I imagined. Luv...Linda
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Date: 5/5/2014 11:05:00 AM
a most compelling work, cherl... beguiled!.. huggs
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Date: 5/5/2014 11:03:00 AM
Hearts bound even after death.....an excellent write Cheryl. Hugs
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Date: 5/4/2014 10:15:00 PM
Great write....a keen historic perspective....I do love when a poem flows.....best wishes
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Date: 5/4/2014 9:50:00 PM
How can you be in doubt? A great write!!!! Loved it!
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Date: 5/4/2014 8:19:00 PM
They will triumph in heaven....wonderful write Cheri ...hugs Tim
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