Alexander the Great
Julius Caesar
Genghis Khan
Napoleon Bonaparte
valiant conquerors all
in history’s annals they stand tall
Yet while the back story
may lack fame and glory
it’s not to be ignored…
At home, the ‘little woman’ rules the roost
So, don’t forget, ‘heroes of today’ ~
to thank the lady by whom you were produced
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!
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
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.
Sticks and stones.
Words that do hurt,
more than stones could bruise.
How do you measure bruises on your heart?
I’ve now grown
ever more alert
to words that accuse.
It’s never, ever too hard, too late to start.
Careful of tone.
Mindful of impact.
As if stones are as hard to wisely choose.
Being inspired by Napoleon Bonaparte.
Sparkle like Rhinestones!
Words can disconcert!
Spread love and swiftly diffuse
Anybody’s verbal outburst, any vile squirt.
Army of Napoleon Bonaparte,
Was so rhythmically marching,
Gliding across all rough paths
Like condors to conquer the Alps;
A woman aged in experience,
Warns him consequences dire;
For never ever in her lifetime,
Had she seen anyone coming back;
He, overwhelmed by love for her,
Gifts her diamonds vastly valued;
Tells her to spread the great story
Of Napoleon daring to come back;
The army in reluctance rebels,
To move ahead to such hazard;
Telling them it’s a matter trivial,
He enkindles their spirits to soar;
Indeed, they had seen a hill,
And enquired their master about it;
‘Alps Mountain is great’, he said,
Lo, this resembles nothing of it;
They climbed it so simple and easy,
And expected another expedition tough;
Reaching the plains he smilingly said,
The Alps has already been conquered;
Relentless was Napoleon’s ways,
Victory-oriented his daring deeds;
His faith mingled with intelligence,
Charisma combined with confidence;
Motivation merged with military trust,
Handled rarest of rare predicaments…
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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 and headed for the loo
He did nothing different than you or I could ever do
Be kind to your skin and protect your bone-a-parts
Remember that's where good hygiene starts!
PASSION-IAN MUNYWE
In Alexander the great,
welled ample passion.
To conquer,
the world.
Napoleon Bonaparte too,
son of Corsica.
A great soldier,
with a vision.
Passion to mention rightfully is key,
to all of life`s greatness gates.
Gates of prosperity,
Built from humble beginnings.
The stimulus,
passion.
Passion indeed holds all the weight,
upon which life rests.
It sustains the bridges,
vital for transition.
Bridges of like,
blossom to bridges of love.
That then sprout to matrimony,
yielding mirth in ripe and old age.
Passion without a shadow of a doubt,
has to be the fix.
People so desperately need,
whether young or seasoned.
Passion fuels success,
Passion breeds zeal and zest.
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 second to none save
Alexander. Whose courage is held in reverence,
whose cradle at infancy was kept in a cave
from strong invading imperialist French forces.
He gave up an empire so vast at Waterloo;
A threat to the memories of his victories past.
Mighty Napoleon, who at Austerlitz excelled,
you did on the beautiful older Josephine cast
your loving eyes, which were hypnotized with passion,
yet focused still on so lofty an ambition.
Not even your love for her would rival your love
for world conquest, for which you assiduously strove.
You gave them generously
Albert Einstein, generous brain to experiment
Napoleon Bonaparte, generous mouth to command
Pele generous legs to play balls and score goals
Winston Churchill generous lips of oratory
Karl Marx, generous mind to philosophize
Paul of Tarsus generous spirit to convert
Shakespeare generous fingers to write
Neil Armstrong generous courage for the moon
What about me, the Generous Giver?
Tell me what you have given me generously!
Only appetite to confuse, to hate, to lie idle!
to destroy creation, to slander, to deny truth!
You tell me to discover but the world veils
You tell me to work hard but the world blocks
Let me know, let me know, let me know!
My soul shall not rest till I know!
Started from King Macedon
Dividing and conquering people
Come Julius Caesar and Napoleon Bonaparte
The tactic survived today
They created of nations from the states.
Sulu archipelago has been divided
Nationhood superseded statehood
The statehood gone forever
The imagined nation comes to emerge
Made the archipelago comes to worst.
They claim to own a nation
While the name in the basic law is foul
The name comes during colonization
They have their own those times
Cannot they use their own name?
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Napoleon Bonaparte.
Smaller than a popcorn fart.
Not man enough for Josephine.
You know exactly what I mean.
Olivia spent four hours a day ignoring her huff,
she stitched her dress by hand since there was no sewing machine;
why did she choose a green color to honor a monarchic regime,
or was it undying hope to sustain her lonely life?
Her sweetheart had gone to invade Russia expecting delusion;
was Napoleon Bonaparte to blame for her sorrow and trepidation?
Would Philippe return to France and marry her in Notre Dame's Cathedral at daybreak?
Would she wear her laced green dress even though he would die in a violent snowdrift?
Olivia stitched and stared at The Arch of Triumph from her wide window,
dreaming of seeing her sweetheart walk beneath it with that soldier's pride,
making all Parisians hail him as their hero as every cathedral's bell would chime...
she would be the happiest belle wearing that green dress in the crowds below.
Only one hundred thousands soldiers returned to France, many died on Russian soil:
tattered, deluded and defeated, they crossed the Seine River without a chant...
Napoleon's imperial plan had failed: heart-wrenching was the death toll;
Olivia's face was drenched in desperate tears...imagine her discontent!
Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Shouting lyrics to songs
Guzzling beer from bongs
Do you like to dance
Pelvic thrusting at every chance
Giving girls your card
That says Napoleon Bonaparte
Do you like grassy lands
Holding on with both your hands
Praying for your drunken soul
As the Earth spins out of control
Do you like to drive
Going fifty-three in a thirty-five
Telling cops you can’t be arrested
Because you might be dyslexic
Do you like to call home
Collect on your new cell phone
Begging for a second chance
Because Bubba has no pants
Do you like to party
Drink Tequila and Bacardi
Giving your keys to friends
Because karma has no end
Do you?