Short Napoleon Poems
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With Napoleon and King Tut
History's stuck in a rut
We're still not sure how they died
Now with DNA samples
Technology so ample
My only question is Why?
I sense a Napoleon complex
As Joe the canary his wings flex
He stretches tall and proud
Squawks and shrieks really loud
At the Seagull who has huge, huge pecs
Alexander the Great, Caesar and Napoleon too
Through military conquest empires grew
Pulitzer's Fourth Estate ruled the modern world
~ 'til Zuckerberg Facebook, then Meta unfurled
Artist Jaques-Louis David
into politics he once slid
He loved the 'Roman nose'
with Napoleon in a dramatic pose*
*https://useum.org/artwork/Napoleon-Crossing-the-Alps-Jacques-Louis-David-1801
The clock on Big Ben will soon
strike midnight
And the pubs are closed
Where do we go
and what do we do?
England still owns the rock
where Napoleon died
Always is a long time
and the Queen is dead
Vladimir Putin
Surely must suffer from
Such a Napoleonic
Small , Man , Syndrome
Complex
He needs a step ladder
In order to look his so called enemies
In the eye
Or stab them in the back
Haven't heard recently about Napoleon Blownapart
Perhaps it's because his parts were blowed off the chart
Hard to survive
When parts have flied
All over the country, such sadness it imparts
Like Napoleon, I was born.
He led the French army,
I made sure the sheep got shorn.
And while I was covered deeply in sheep's doo,
he met his Waterloo.
And when on Saint Helena he died,
none of my sheep cried.
The locals’ boats all gathered round;
Napoleon was in The Sound
On board Bellerophon.
Two guardships kept the crowds at bay;
The Emperor was on his way
To exile, freedom gone.
Jack Horne for Dr Ram’s Tail Rhyme contest
He was egotistical
Like Napoleon
No longer a thorn for me
On the day he said:
“It’s my way or the highway”
This new job has set me free
Composed 10/09/2012
You may conquer
on horseback
but to rule
must dismount
Pandora
lies waiting
new blood
for the fount
Napoleon
Attila
Augustus
afield
The vanquished
in chaos
till order
—congeals
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
This Halloween I'll hand out no candy
Just yachts, fast cars, and Napoleon Brandy
Yes, I'll be spreading my wealth
My friends, here's to your health!
There's fine wine ready and my checkbook handy
Written 10/11/22
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!
Trapped, like Napoleon on Elba, cursing himself 300 straight nights.
There's no escape from MY desolate coast"so I longingly wait nights.
The moon comes and goes on restless, disenchanted, chaste nights.
Will I be an old maid before the next"dear and playful"date night?
How fast they fall
from the heavens
pounded to stone dust
a culture of thought
reduced to tzatziki sauce
stare at the statues
of broken leg and limb
this empire is dead
the next one too
on and on the merry-go-round
spins
the last tango is never in Paris
just ask Napoleon
Edgar Allan Poe
Died in 1849, you know.
We heard his telltale heart beneath the floor;
Then quoth the raven: nevermore!
Napoleon Bonaparte,
His marriage to Josephine got blown apart.
Her barrenness: his Rubicon;
His name, he thought, should live ever on.
The Spanish had armadas;
the Americas, flotillas.
The Amazon has capybara;
the Andes has chinchillas.
Kentucky has its sassafras;
Madagascar has vanilla.
Napoleon lost at Waterloo;
Frazier, in Manila.
Will a person tell the Mexicans
how to pronounce tortilla?
Not Alexander, not Caesar, not Napoleon
None of the warring butchers
Can measure up to him
Who could have been but didn't want to be a king
Who didn't allow himself to be a god
Who running far ahead of all humankind
Grabbed the future
And brought it back
Like an ordinary apple
To put on the table of a new nation
the surprising thing is not
that every man has his price
but just how low it is
Quote By Napoleon Bonaparte
searching under stones
curious what the worms have
holes become the norm
stay there a little too long
and you will envy the worms
Our Lady of Paris
With your ribbed vaults
Flying buttress
And rose colored windows
The Huguenots
The Republicans
Couldn't destroy you
Victor and Quasimodo
Loved you
Napoleon restored you
Fire couldn't destroy you
Your spire fell
But your spirit
Your cross
Still shines
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5/16/19
I wonder if I’ve lived before,
And what my life was like.
Perhaps I was the boy who stuck
His finger in the dyke.
I could have been Napoleon
And lost at Waterloo;
Or might have been the fellow who
Invented Super Glue.
I do not know about the past,
Nor lives I’m yet to see -
But spare a thought for some poor soul
Who finds that he was me.
for Carolyn's contest
Amor Mio respect the ethos of my heart
honor the flowers that I grow in full bloom
Like violets from Napoleon Bonaparte
I'm your Josephine, go tender to exhume
Amor Mio taste and be heart of my heart
let the dew drops fall afresh on April blooms
See the purple petals turn to deep-dish swart
violaceous hues of me you just can't thwart!
Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?
Winter walks away
through spring mud
and melting snow,
face weighted in frown,
Napoleon fists unclenched
in humiliating retreat,
his Grande Armee of cold,
ice and wind
dying on their feet
utterly depleted
never to fully recover
in truth,
Winter was once
Emperor,
outflanking Autumn,
outsmarting snowplows,
outraging motorists,
and quite possibly
overestimating himself
Napoleon the Second died today,
albeit back in eighteen thirty-two.
He had no truck with men like Soult or Ney,
but died too young to form a proper hue.
Would he have thrown a million lives away?
It ultimately matters what we do:
the world can disregard the dross we say,
and slaughter would begin again anew,
since ego , by its nature, seeks out prey:
the third Napoleon stood in the queue!