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Josephine

Jovial, always had a smile.
Outgoing personality, and a friend to many.
Sincere person who cared for others.
Empathetic towards anyone in distress.
Patriotic, loved this country and respected the flag.
Honesty was one of her trademarks.
Inspiring others was her forte.
Native of this country but of Lebanese descent. 
Educated and had a lifelong elementary teaching career.

Napoleon's Nascent Love For Josephine

Give me a smile, that I may build on your assurance,
Kiss me, that I may have to thy kind heart entrance,
Love me less, and see how tumultuous life could be,
Give thy command, and see my loyalty to thee.

In thine absence, mine heart cannot from thee depart;
A moment's departure would rend my world apart.
I recall that very day I beheld thy face;
A lasting memory I will forever retrace.
That Sunday when thine eyes did my emotions disarm;
The day mine heart responded to thy Love's alarm,
The day you sat upon mine heart's epicentre,
To govern my feelings from their very centre.
Josephine my love, I bequeath my self-will to thee,
Let me thy world share, and make thine own tumults mine,
And come in to my own world, for all I have is thine.

Napoleon's Contention For Josephine

On the plains of Europe I contend for an empire.
On love's battlefields I have contended more for thee.
A stare from your rolling eyeballs consumes me like fire,
as I seek entrance to a world of just you and me.
Mademoiselle Josephine, you are truly my world's wonder.
What precious gem or treasure can I to thee render?
Not even Europe's plundered gold could my love equate
for the diamond damsel I ask for a lifetime's date.
What eloquent poetry could my words for thee describe,
and what tender words of mine could I on thine heart inscribe?
A thousand princes may indeed contend for thine heart,
each of them loves-truck with your magical Cupid's dart.
A thousand more princes may contend for thy dowry,
but relentless I'll be to see their love plans go awry.

To Josephine De Beauharnais With Love

My heart cannot
anymore my emotions
accommodate.
Permit me to be pragmatic
in affections which
in its very bottom I
have buried:
Let me hold you in
my cozy arms and
kiss you. Let me your
succulent apples feel,
as I explore the smooth,
soft and sweet fragrant
landscape of your body.
The sensual touch of your
lower curves would
undoubtedly to the
highest heavens convey me.
Let me hold you tight
so that no one else
may grab you.
Let me in your love's
citadel seek eternal
refuge from the vast
armies of Europe.

A Love Letter To Josephine De Beauharnais

My emotions are explosive.
My pretenses are relegated
to the depths.
I cannot my feelings
anymore conceal.
Let me come in and
share your heavenlies
and tumults with you.
Tomorrow never comes.
Let me this day your
swift response hear.
Or else in suspense
I'll live and die
countless before the
much awaited moment.

Napoleon's Love Letter To the Empress Josephine

I knew my heart had been set alight with passion,
that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee.
Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances
would pose a more formidable challenge to me
than Europe's invincible combined vast army.
The day you unlocked the sealed entrance to thine heart,
was like opening the world's palatial epicentre.
The access you gave me to your love's citadel,
was like the lofty achievement of a world conquest.

An Ode To Empress Josephine

Precious creole from a Caribbean haven,
she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart.
Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury,
to save regiments from a scene of carnage.

A man's long life span of five score and seven
is nothing more than a fruitless lengthy age
in comparison with few seconds with thee.

Nothing else can inflict as much injury
as a minute second your departure
from a heart you have so pierced with Cupid's dart.

Yes my love, you are dexterously fashioned
by divine hands, distinct from every creature.
Nothing at all in this whole world gladdens me
like my love you have so graciously returned.

Josephine

Near a silent riverbank
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
I'm left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair

(June 15, 2013)

Josephine Gay

** This poem is in memory of Josephine Gay, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Josephine was autistic and severely apraxic and couldn't speak. She loved giving hugs and loved the color purple.



God places his hand on Josephine's head as she enters Heaven.



Speak he says,

And a beautiful angelic voice comes out.

Josephine can now speak,

And spread her love through her hugs and words.



At the end of every night.

She is saying I love you Mom and Dad.

As she closes her eyes in her purple room in Heaven.

The Mourning Phoenix, Josephine

The Aphotic semblance rises against her face
The king of shame reigns over all
Her Hallows are mine
We are the same, Josephine
Explain to me this sacrificial empathy
Josephine

"I'm living; the slowest way to die"
Hold on, my Josephine, everything you feel, is killing me
"I'm the lacunous lover, I must go to my ashened grave
In death I will lay, every word, every pain
I'm the victim, I can forgive
I can't go on - don't feel their wrath meant for me"

My name was meant for elegies
Not for the Wardens' acrimonies 
I can't look at a man without seeing a killer
I must go-
Not for the love of the death 
For the fear of life"

My Seraphic Josephine
Through the ashes you will claim victory 
Don't you say you must die
Elysia is in your grave
Through the ashes you will claim victory
My Seraphic Josephine
You are The Mourning Phoenix

Napoleon and Josephine

Napoleon Bonaparte.
Smaller than a popcorn fart.
Not man enough for Josephine.
You know exactly what I mean.

Josephine

Joyful to play 
Optimistic with curiosity lerking somewhere in my brain
Soft and cuddly like a little girl's favorite toy
Excited for new things to come and play
Playful to play games and be creative with family and friends
Hyper active in sports, in my games
Imaginative ideas exploring my head waiting to be created
Nerdy with my studies with my head in the books
Ecstatic to imagine and explore a whole nother world to discover

The Madness of Josephine

She wears only a light robe
and doesn't complains it's cold;
may I introduce her to you guys:
her name is crazy Josephine...
she drinks alchool and uses morphine...
what a shame: she a grandmother and tells lies!


Fatter than a cow, she eats cookies
dunked in carnation milk...and laughs as a freak,
or a drag queen showing her silver teeth;
that makes me think: did she ever take down those bullies!


I talked to her and told her to get off that staff immediately,
it doesn't work for her depression and loneliness...
will she heed, or continue doing harm to her body? 
At forty two, she should think of a better existence!  


Let me tell you about the weird personality of Josephine:
she can't cook or make coffee...she only cleans and sings
while Hannessy make her face red and she begins to dance
whispering, " Hi, sweety...hand me some of that ovaltine!"


Mad, mad Josephine, don't seduce me with your flamboyant charm,
I couldn't  lie in bed with you, not even for a moment and whisper romantic words;
it would definetely kill any sexual desire even when the room is calm...
please go somewhere else, and find a boyfriend who won't close his eyes and arms.

Dear Aunt Josephine:

Shy, sweet, timid Aunt Josephine,
What has happened to you?
Once so adventurous.
Once so alive.
Living life simply for the ride.
Love, passion,
It was all there.
One unhappy ending, now
You’re so scared.

You run, you scream,
You cringe in the corner.
You sell out the young ones
Just for one more hour.
You’re crazy, psycho,
And totally unfair.

Why do you run from the past?
So afraid to point a finger?
Why’d you give up on life?
Why’d you give in to the strife?

I ask so many questions 
Because you were once so nice.

Josephine and Jaffar

What's left but a cripple?
Angry and Sarcastic,
Weathered lips
Bitten bloody 
In the cold
January Fix.
Entered in a 
Plummeting
Dirtied Drunk Mix.
Tasting;
Leaves,
Wheat and sheaves,
Daughters of Eves,
Feasts for Kings,
And other things.
Wetted tongues on
Driftless streets.
Heated talk with
Patterned
Beats.
When what 
Appears to lifeless
Is suddenly up for sale.

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