Waterloo Poems

Poppy Fields

Flying over the front lines
with the French Escadrille Lafayette
a brown and barren belt below
a strip of murdered nature and yet
during the warm months of spring and summer
seeds in the shattered ground would grow
delicate vibrant crimson flowers
in row after row after row
and in those poppy fields
that's how we remember them
all the fallen soldiers
those unforgotten gallant men
tho'

Not a tear for Napoleon

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.

Love's Waterloo

I looked at you a thousand times
before I saw you once
You never did look back at me
my vision sorely trumped

Till that one day I saw you clear
in substance and in form
But still I longed for one more look
where I still got it wrong

You’re with me now in all I say
and everything I do
Though never more

For the Sake of Kangaroo

For the merited sake of Kangaroo
Let’s march towards any exhibiting zoo,
Advised to be humble the Napoleon-Tough, 
Who still could meet his Waterloo 
With a kick, hard and rough 
From the Mature Kangaroo.

For the clear heroism of Kangaroo,
Control the urge to at it boo: 
The Beautiful Brain behind our incubator 
By medics as treasured as a

Ekphrasis On Waterloo Bridge

saffron shafts of sun~
behind lofty heights
of faded silver and sapphire
veiled by the hazy fog
spell prelude to  dusk

faded titanium bridges
are galloping white horses
crossing the river of dreams
where our lost story drifts

illuminating faint gray
surrounding misty water
like when you cast
a fading smile~
as you wave goodbye


14 March 2021

Notes: Waterloo Bridge is a series of 41 impressionist oil paintings

Waterloo

There lies a field, where mice run and race.
I bought some traps, you know, just in case. 
No risk of finger snaps 
fool-proof, with gluey flaps...
Mouse does not die; but he's kept in place. 

Eyes beg for mercy, what do I do?
rain bucket handy offers a clue.
Mouse caught in sticky trap;
submersion, it’s a wrap.
Blitzkrieg, one

Remember Waterloo

Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all
Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall.
Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink
and remind your children,  this water's not to drink. 

WHY, ye visitors to Snow Cave lake,
WHY for my job, you, your wat’ry fears forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures of geologic science
WHY in my

Waterloo

With every extra inch into darker depths
Wherein lean lot's venomous fang bites,
I brave worse pains and stings that rise
Past all steel into hitherto unfelt heights.

Every fresh day calls exacerbated fears
That trim stouter hope and fuller cheers,
Dealing fatal blows to potent prospects;
Fogging mirrors whereon all life reflects.

Even while I deem the battle finally won,
Still I meet

Waterloo Clerihew 23-Skidoo

Waterloo Clerihew 23-Skidoo

Napoleon Bonaparte
1769 Corsica is where he got his start
One of the greatest commanders in history
His manner of death a 200-year-old mystery

Napoleon played it close to the vest
With his armies he was always the best
But 'twas nothing he could do
When he met his Waterloo
Lived his last few years under house arrest

Napoleon drank the water

Waterloo

I TREMBLE AND SHAKE
COLD AS THE ARCTIC
MY HEAD
FOGGY WITH FEAR
EYES DILATE
HANDS CLENCH
MY HEART HEAVY
THIS NAGGING
AND PRODDING
MY FEARS MADE TRUE
I'VE RUINED ME
AGAIN
I WANT TO ESCAPE
FROM THE MADNESS
OF ME
THIS BUMBLING UNCERTAINTY
THIS HURRICANE OF DOUBT.

Waterloo

Waterloo
           by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2017

The night before the battle, the soldier would not sleep
thinking of his family, and memories to keep
with thoughts about tomorrow, and where he may be found
when the battle is finally over, and the recall bugles sound

He would think of

Waterloo

Waterloo 

200 years ago Wellington and Blucher with soldiers 
made up of ruffians and ISIS type henchmen, beat
Napoleon’s army won and that was sad kings and 
the nobility continued to rule unelected and setting
back an European revolution that could have saved
us from a world one brought fraternity and equality
to a reality which is not today

Waterloo

Partir c'est mourir un peu..

Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det sura äpplet.
Den dagen, den sorgen.


The Story Begins

I remember long ago of night time kisses
Full of desire and apprehension, that you would disperse
You proclaimed your love, into my ear
I slept alone,

Waterloo Bridge

In London fog, the river stills.
In silver sleep, it cools and fills
with cobalt mist as dawn unfolds;
above the Thames, the sun bleeds gold.
Into the haze, it pours and pools
like melting opal, liquid jewels
until the brume of morning fades
to prune the sky with unseen blades
that slice the flaming clouds in two
to frame a glimpse of Waterloo.


*Inspired

Hank's Waterloo

Cowpoke Hank hired on fer a dollar a day and found.
He wuz knowed as the best bronc-buster around!
They wuz allus a roll-yer-own a-danglin' frum his lips,
And he wore a pair of 44 shootin' arns on his hips.

He wuz lean and lank and had spent nigh thirty years in the saddle.
He wuz bow-legged as a pliers

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