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Carry on through the struggle
carry on through the pain
carry on through it all
until you rise again
hide to survive
stay alive
then you’ll thrive
don’t capitulate
just wait for the fight
the enemy is mighty
but might he remain
you might be mighty
when you come to reign
now is the night
wait for the light
out of the darkness
shining so bright
you’ll be forgotten
they won’t know your name
or you can keep plotting
with victory is fame
you won’t be remembered
as one who surrendered
but you’ll be a treasure
fighting forever
you live on your knees
you beg and you plead
or rise to your feet
you can fight and compete
If you have the option
give up is not one
defeat must be forced on you
no one can force you too
there is much more to do
dig deep and force it through
if you give up
it’s because you lack will
success is a mental state
more than it is skill
it’s the act of resilience
unable to move
the fact that your brilliance
can’t be removed
they think it’s all over
well, it isn’t yet
you won’t rollover
you’ll give what you get
no act of closure
no way you will quit
everyone knows you
fight and you hit
fight to the end
grow strong and grow fit
creating your destiny
waiting and desperately
hate grotesque enemies
greatness eventually
All through the crux
never crushed
never beaten
never rushed
never weakened
patiently waiting
all the while underrated
steadying nerve
go forth with worth
never surrender give up or give in
making the memories of a time you did win
Some have ambitions to knock others down
Make your ambition to still be around
They will use gossip or slanderous sound
but you shalt be moved standing your ground
If you’re in the right
then just carry on
they don’t want a fight
they just want you gone
Julius Caesar not Napoleon Blownapart
defeat would be easier but for your heart
give it your mind give it your soul
giving your being giving it whole
victory at all costs that is your goal
"There lies a sleeping giant.
Let him sleep! For when he wakes,
he will shake the world." — Napoleon
I stood in Tianjin,
where giants placed their footsteps
upon the soil of China.
Xi welcomed Putin, Modi followed,
and I knew the prophecy had stirred.
The wind shifts,
slowly, silently,
from West to East.
Pressure creates diamonds, they say,
and the tariffs of Trump—
once meant as shackles—
now forge an unbreakable chain:
India, China, Russia.
The reaction cannot be undone.
I heard Modi whisper to Xi:
"The Dragon and the Elephant
can walk together."
But I asked myself,
from the cloud where I observed:
what of borders,
those invisible scars on maps?
Will they heal,
or bleed again?
Money is power—
and China holds that power.
I see India drifting Eastward,
Russia anchoring its flank,
while the old empire of the West
grows weary,
its voice trembling,
its shadow long but fading.
By 2030, the earth will tilt.
The balance of power,
no longer one pole
but many.
For the first time,
the so-called “Third World”
will inherit the stage of history.
To those who have eyes,
let them see.
To those with ears,
let them hear.
The outcome is written,
not in ink,
but in fire and steel.
And I—
a lone observer
standing on the springboard of events—
can only whisper:
history is sorrow,
yet sorrow is prophecy fulfilled.
A Dull Day
It was a dull morning and since my old friends had married when I was at sea,
I felt rather lonely and had a boiled egg for breakfast.
Took a bus down to the pier where I had a rowing boat.
The sea looked grey and cold but I got two, broke their necks
they had paid for their life caused by my boredom, rolled the fish into an old newspaper
and took them home, cut them up and fed them to the stray cats outside.
Went to a communal bathhouse had a shower, after that I drank coffee at a cafe
ate a Napoleon cake and read old newspapers.
Through the window a slow-moving black car with a train of the dark-hued umbrella.
Thought of moving the throng, but my umbrella was green and not suited
for a sombre funeral.
It was noon, walked into the restaurant for a beer, two friends sat there
they were glad to see me thinking I had money, pretended I was looking for someone
and hurried out.
At home switched on the TV, which was in its infancy, a woman played the guitar badly
while I waited for the news, which turned out to be local: an accident with
a hand cart, several suitcases damaged.
Opened a book by Axel Sandemose and read his work to early morning.
Alone, in Paris
The flowers sing
Le jardin du Luxembourg
I look at all the pretty ladies
Which one of them pray tell
Is you
The one who wishes for that sweet caress
The one whose painting hangs on the wall
The one who knows beauty runs deeper
Than a river running to kiss the oceans swell
The grandest of castles with candles dim
There in the damp night would bonds begin
If only you would listen to my whispers deep
Forgiving the scars I have suffered
As in the night I have wept
Napoleon marched forth across great lands
I the knight have lesser demands
If only you, whoever you are
Would take hold of me
As we dance away our eternities
Sur le pont de Avignon
Where the river flows
Like poetry
What better way to describe psychological warfare,
It breaks down to be, a war of words, right there.
Poetry has an advantage, to show it as unjust and unfair.
Throughout the ages, a war of words. We must be aware.
Julius Caesar had wildly exaggerated tales of his victory,
recited by servants in the streets of Rome, such trickery.
Napoleon used fake newspapers to convince an army,
of Austrian soldiers to give up and surrender harm free.
World war one saw both sides conducted air drops,
Over enemy lines to damage morale, pulling out all stops.
A German leaflet to the American soldiers said:
Stay in the war and chances you will get out of it dead.
During world war two militaries were using radio to do this.
UK targeted Nazi forces. Germany returned it without a miss.
Axis Sally aimed at US women, saying their men were sacrificed.
Being killed on orders of Roosevelt as he was profit enticed.
The Japanese spread propaganda via a station called Radio Tokyo,
Meant to demoralize American and allied soldiers on the show.
An English speaking Japanese woman called Orphan Anne speaks.
Many women performed this task, and their popularity grew in peaks.
Our troops called them all, Tokyo Rose, the show was called Zero Hour.
The voices would say : “Japanese soldiers love to watch you cower.
They are safe in their hiding places and caves with food and comfort too.
Your bombs can’t touch them, as they patiently wait to slaughter you.”
Propaganda came via American voices calling our soldiers boneheads,
Zero Hour became popular. The amusement of allied soldiers spreads.
Tokyo Rose became well known as she taunted the soldiers on her own.
The 2020’s, propaganda has matured and with social media has grown.
My lifetime dream hasn't been realized yet;
I like to travel to Europe where History was made.
I will start with the glorious city of Rome
with its ancient monuments which still fascinate!
I like to see one of the gems of ancient architecture:
the Colosseum, hear the roars of the gladiators
and the screams of the crowds applauding the winner;
I will stroll down Via Veneto find an uncrowded café,'
and sip a cappuccino in the tepid Roman sun!
My next step is to go to Paris and admire its wonders
by the Senna; I will sit and dream of long ago as Victor
Hugo did at Notre-Dame, the gothic Cathedral of antiquity,
then on to Versailles where Napoleon Bonaparte resided.
London can't be missed on my travel list, this magnificent city
which was built two millennia ago, has its own English charm:
the imposing Tower Bridge overlooking the Thames River;
ah, Liverpool is a must: once home of the enigmatic Beatles!
Madrid is every artist's dream, a beautiful city built on water;
very impressive is the Almudena Cathedral with priceless art works,
it's the dynamic city of bullfighters, watch the matadors do magic;
at night, it's all music and splendor inside the wide Plaza Mayor!
Written on 2/19/ 2016
It does not exist
The Louvre lusts for such a work of art
Napoleon and Louis both depressed
The perfect painting does not hang
There may have been an artist one day
Capable of such a feat
I tell you now, this was not to be
Nothing perfect in those decrepit paintings of history
The perfect painting will come to pass
When the stars of fate align
You shall fall with in my sights
As I turn my charm into woven gold
I will have you in my arms so close
I shall create a palette of rainbows
As I paint my love for you
Then my lass you shall see
The perfect painting
A mirror of beauty bestowed
Hung on the halls where angels sing
Divine is the statuesque
The perfect painting
Of you
Alexander a Tsar of ideals
A man of heart and noble thought
His mentor, Swiss, Monsieur La Harpe
From childhood, molded to play histories part
He built his armies, to defend his land
His imperial crown and noble lands
Serfs and soldiers, all as one
Napoleons fodder, yet they won
A kind soul, with Christian heart
Ideals inspired by youthful dreams
La Harpes moral guidance did play
Mystical as a musical harp
Onwards in life did this Tsar March
Napoleon was exiled, to an island of defeat
As Cossacks marched along Paris streets
They danced both sides, in freedoms hard won
Josephine and Alex, in the night, dined alone…
The Tsar became Frances golden light
Bringing reforms and Senate into the light
Who would have thought, so long ago
The Tsar of Russia, in Paris did go?
He defended the lands, borders and rights
Giving the Nobility and England a terrible fright
What he feared at home, he endeavored abroad
He was the beginning of visions to be…
Vive la France
La liberté
Peace and Fraternity
Our Holy Alliance
Notes:
The Tsar who defeated Napoleon, written by Marie-Pierre Rey
Where to begin? She did a wonderful job on his biography as well as uncovering original documents in archives, shedding new light on his life.
Yes he marched to Paris
Yes he befriended Josephine the wife of Napoleon, much to the dismay of all.
Yes he endeavored to create a constitutional monarchy
Yes he fought to protect much of Frances borders, feeling that France was a counter weight to the other European powers at the time.
Frédéric-César de La Harpe (born April 6, 1754, Rolle, Vaud, Switzerland — died March 30, 1838, Lausanne, Switzerland) was a Swiss political leader and Vaudois patriot, who played a leading role in the creation of the Helvetic Republic. Was the tutor of Alexander the 1st, and played many would say a key role on the future Tsars actions during his lifetime
My Dearest Carlotta,
my beloved inamorata,
you must be back in Austria,
far away from this dilemma.
I was an Austrian prince.
I let Napoleon convince
myself of greatness.
As an emperor and empress,
we would make great progress.
When you took my hand,
we had a great land.
Believing it all
I ignored his recall.
It led to our downfall.
I was merely a puppet on a string
controlled by a faraway king.
We possessed a title with our name.
However, in lieu of fame,
I have brought us shame.
Little did I know
at the town of Queretaro,
there would be an ignominious defeat
in the searing summer heat.
All my forces crumbled.
I am now in a small cell humbled.
Please hear my plea.
Please forgive me
for my gullibility.
I could not foresee
this fall into ignobility.
We have parted
leaving me broken hearted.
History must take its course.
Juarez shows no remorse.
I now await my demise
at tomorrow’s sunrise.
Your loving husband,
Maximilian
A friend of mine at work
came up and stated
why would we listen
to a person that struggles
With his money
when it comes to investing
granted following my past
would not be the road to take
Following people like
Howard Huge's
Robert T Kiyosaki
Napoleon Hill
and thousands more
people who have already
made millions
would be far better
I am only suggesting
that as a world we should
be saving together
investing together
to make the jobs
for our people
saving at ten dollars per week
limits the risk
Reducing the risk
creating limited liability company's
means the investment could be lost
but protects you
at the end of the day
what I want is a better world
a world where our children
have work.