Bonaparte Poems - Poems about Bonaparte

'England is a nation of shopkeepers' was never said by Bonaparte but it was those self-same tradesmen who kicked Napoleon’s **** and when at Waterloo they met as he won the day to give it a positive spin one may only say, "Wellington put the boot in!" ...

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Napoleon, the Military Commander, Rose to prominence as the indefatigable French leader. Stood on victor’s podium for long, but Fate pulled down Bonaparte. A deflated balloon in Waterloo, with his armaments torn apart!...

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Denying us a reply Does many faults imply: That you do wrong routes ply And don’t knowledge supply… Is it about bundles He lazily trundles: Appointments he had missed But remorselessly hissed? Was it that he had fought And more Bloodletting sought Or the way he chuckles While watching Who Suckles? Starve me you do response And self in chair ensconce; On words playing for puns… Like Gone Simon...

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He that trod upon subservient Europe with the imperial guards' fighting prowess, did himself and his heartthrob the empress, entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup. He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains, and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands, sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight. He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains, and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished...

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Corsica born, and an emperor mighty indeed. Who from obscurity came up to prominence, who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled, who had at his disposal, Europe's resources, who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled. Of old Italian nobility he was seed. Shortish in height, yet towering in ambition. Military genius of the highest distinction whose military strategy is...

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Leave me on this island Leave me on Elba to die I don't mind Actually I do I'm just the shyest man alive And maybe to her I'm not even so much as a boy "Only boys play games" I was never in the game to begin with I say one thing Then contradict myself Because everything I say Carries the weight of feathers Floating through black holes "Love...

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She's strikingly fair in the purest of red Pearls grace her neck, a band on her head Enthroned on a seat plush as is down I just can't get over her brilliant red gown Gazing like Jesus, her cheeks softly pink She smiles like Mona, oh what does she think? She reminds me of my dear Cicely Somewhat straight forward, somewhat a...

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