Cherl Dunn Poet Free verse

Rome

In battles hymn, raise your shield,
 Sharpen metals sword.
All hail bow low unto Rome,
 Be blinded by opulence's glitter,
And greed’s excess
Salves feel her golden sandles,
Upon bare skins flesh.
Shackles hand cuffs, bind generations,
 Under whips task masters.
Architectural thieves, swallowing,
 Cultures as the serpent gorging itself.
On it's twisted belly the beast,
 Encircles it's prey.
At blades sharp edged point, the innocent
Lie slain,
In histories dust humanity bleeds.
Crimson skies light Cesar's horizon,
As thousands gather in the Colosseum.
The gladiator stands alone, facing madness's
Throne
Awaiting death's final release from bondage. 
A simple thumbs motion,
Down meaning liberation,
Up for another soul taken. 
Behold blood sports ultimate challenge,
To live or die by strength and valor.
Fates twisted sense of humor,
Laughs at him behind justice's,
 Blackened curtain.
Mocking the crowds lustful,
 Calls of encouragements.
Sacrifices altar burns brightly, 
Upon the false Gods alabaster statue.
Patiently waiting veracity’s venom,
Ambitions royal descriptors feasting,
At harvests festive table.
The warrior faces reflections honored soul,
And behind them destiny's predator stalks, 
Those soon to fall it's victim. 
To a coiled cobra poised to strike,
Decadence audience claimers at fevers pitch,
Adrenaline rush, excelling the 
Combatants deadliest game.
Immoralities remembrances,
 Or defeats cowardly shame.
Devastation final reckoning
To the victor goes spoils waste,
For the dead remains emptiness.
Champions hero kneels before,
The emperor's mighty power.
An evergreen crown of laurel leaves, 
His treasures only gift.
Freedoms mercy to live another day,
Beyond the arenas iron gates.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Poet Destroyer A June 8, 2014 at 8:45 PM Hi Cheryl, your poem Tolerance, was different, ((in a very good way, NOW I KNOW WHY!! :)) You asked a question, and I'm gonna tell you what I think. I know it came from the deepest part of you. The way you explained, overwhelmed odds, made me think, of all the harm in my life at the moment.... Your poem Tolerance, would hold up in a contest. However, I don't know what contest you are talking about. maybe you can tell me before I head out... Linda

Sara Kendrick February 18, 2014 at 7:59 AM Another reminder how bad things can be when people do not honor human life..Enjoyed reading your expressive work..Thanks for the visit to my page..I hope that you get your laptop back in running condition..Sara

Mustapha Mohammed February 16, 2014 at 8:04 AM Fantastic piece Cheri. Your poem adds beauty to my morning my friend.

Poet Destroyer A February 14, 2014 at 1:01 PM By the way, I'm a big fan of the gladiators. A well write, such a devastating era. I like the adrenaline rush you paint above... Love Linda

Poet Destroyer A February 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM Hello my dearest and honest to God, best soup friend.... I miss you, and I hope a part of you misses me too. :)... I am not back on the wagon, however, I'm not gonna allow this day to pass without visiting my favorite soup poets. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. Always & forever.... Yours truly.. LINDA

Anne-Lise Andresen February 13, 2014 at 4:45 AM - Cheryl, a fantastic write - especially like how you end it, with your beautiful words. - Have a nice day - always enjoyable to read your poems :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Chuck Melugin February 12, 2014 at 8:21 PM A brilliant rendition of the foundation of an empire whose destiny was orchestrated by the weight of it's mercy! A wonderful write Cheri! 7 My best, chuck