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Premium Member An Historic Event

How is the valiant fallen
on the mountain?
Swifter than eagles 
stronger than lions
the arm of Rome fallen 
to cunning.
Give me back my legions 
Quinctilius Varus!
Had you been diligent,
as you are with denarius,
strategically planning 
the battle
you might have uncovered
the heart of the barbarian
and Rome would not have fallen 
to Germania.
Tell it not at the gathering 
Senatus
weep not at the forum 
via Appia
lest the enemy glut!

First Place Winner: William Kekaula-A Historic Event- 9/24/20

9AD battle of Teutoburg. Ambushed by the Germans Varus lost three Roman Legions.

Premium Member Intercourse With God

in my lowliness you remembered me 
after man had torn wrappings 
of my soul leaving only 
my flesh to devour
small things withered 
beneath my earthly realm 
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture 
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes 
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet 
you'd entered me craving my soul 
my heart filled with such desire 
as i'd prayed for human compassion 
pure affection was totally absent 
from a broken woman bleeding 
my flesh mascerated 
shredded in the haste 
of a car bomb equivelent 
to one rib of man child an yet 
you remembered me taking my soul 
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia 
while di vatican called my name 
trumpets roared throughout 
this granduer of openess 
wholeness occured weeping flushed 
from mine eyes dining in your diviness 
the purity of the holy spirit 
desiring me a flower blooming 
clinging to thorns blood soaked 
matted hair cradled my skull an yet 
you entered my being creating 
an eternal finding above 
the santity and salvation 
catered untimely to him

The Lyre Was His Disguise

Nero was a cruel, unfair emperor playing 
the lyre as his disguise to conceal his consuming guilt;
and he caused destruction without feeling
an ounce of pity for those he governed with distrust.


Why did he want to destroy a city so mighty and glorious,
and replace it with a Golden Palace and magnificent gardens?
It seems inconceivable, but it was confirmed by many as the Great Fire
which ravaged Rome for six horrible days...who dared to call Nero a liar? 


On the rooftop, with the widest view of Rome burning underneath,
Nero played the lyre as his disguise...singing,"The destruction of Troy" with derision.  
And while looking so innocent and sad, he did nothing to control it;
wasn't his madness an evident sign of that contemplated act brought to completion?  


Finding the scapegoats was too easy for him, to cover up his evil deed...
he blamed the Christians and had them thrown to the beasts of the Colosseum,
but many more were crucified along the Via Appia and was Nero appeased?
No, he still continued to play the lyre as his disguise with increased delirium.


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