History Choka Poems

Beneath stars twinkling 
Sophia and Christ flew down 
In the form of birds 
In the form of large vultures 
Vultures filled with grace 
Vultures from...

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As the last twinkle
In the brown eyes of Jesus
Faded to heaven
The morning star left Jesus
Darkness covered all
The sun of the archons set
The binding veil torn
Those...

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pages of a book
printed, written in all fonts
characters, small or bold, tweet
stories of the world 
sketches, images of sorts
facades of all, not cajoles

phases of a...

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In winter's cold grip
In the land of the Angles
The Good Christians came
Against their will to a trial
In a grand city
Called the Ford of the Oxen
Good...

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Shield and sword in hand
 Broken legs, a quill of plan
   Praying to die as real men
    Hades calls to...

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When the silence of Violence is here; we know that God is  near. Everyone’s fear will disappear; When we find the love that God...

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Lies, deceit, half-truths,
Float quickly, drift, rising high.
Disembark trivia now.
One lie; then others,
Compensate the mortals’ eye.
Blinding in their retrospect,
Thou shall blame thyself,
Or shall thee blame all...

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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...

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First as a kept slave
now damned to the arena
foreboding thoughts drifting in,
premature demise
as I step forward to strike
Into my heart I am pierced...

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armed with bravery
the brawny battler excites
my heart beats ever faster 
and my eyes open
wider with expectation 
his sword glistens in the sun
like his bronzed muscles
good...

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My name is Gundar
Bey School of Gladiators
Trained me for the arena
I chose my weapon
I picked the net and triton
Best, as I’m agile and fast
Tomorrow I...

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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

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Colosseum bound

Celtic and captured, with pride

in witness I'm thralled to fight

no shield is required

being of Clan, delivers 

with taste, respect, I strike...

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On sand soaked with blood,
two young men are breathing hard.
The taller one has armor,
a sword and a net.
His opponent has only
an arm guard and a...

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A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue...

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