"shortish" poems
Corsican 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 on so lofty an ambition.
Not even your love for her would rival your love
for world conquest, for which you assiduously strove.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
I love you
To the moon
And back
Thats our quote
No one can take that
Off to infinity
Then to beyond
Forever and ever
Our two hearts have a perminant bond
I love you dearly
Thse words are special
I hold them near and dear
Not saying them is not acceptable
They mean so much
So much in one shortish quote
It will be tatted on my arm
This quote isnt a joke
I love you daddy
Here's to forever
Those words we say
Will last forever
Full Quote: "I love you to the moon and back, to infinity and beyond, forever and ever."
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Over the hill which was dusty and complete lay perfectly nothing.
It stood and it stood with its big cow lips.
Reluctant to say anything in a disappointing display with some of us elderly and expecting entertainment and come all this way I listened for exactly ten minutes, aggressively.
This entire situation had been recommended to me at a party at which she was drunk.
The hill at night was reluctant to purse its dust and listen aggressively to plaintive violoncello.
The spider-lady in the living room was reluctant to sleep with the shortish man but liked the way he spoke.
For exactly ten minutes no one was sure if various members of this post-rock band could be pinned down as anarchists.
So everything stood with its dusty cow lips, disappointed.
Stood and stood like nice white kids from Canada in a cruddy hall full of apparently random images, begging to be taken seriously.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
In a coffee shop
at the back
with her black laptop
dark haired
in glasses
a studious dame
taps away then pauses
stares then bites
a lower lip
Johnny spies her
as he talks to others
he sips his coke
in glass and ice
sees her readjust
her spectacles
someone talks
of the economy
and some fraud
in the City
but Johnny watches
over the shoulder
of another how
the young dame
taps away with
a florid flush of fingers
then stops and smiles
(to herself not him)
he takes in her black top
and black shortish skirt
moderately busted
pretty in a geekish way
he assumes
another talks of
a famous singer dying
Johnny recalls her
(the singer) in her heyday
long since gone
the young dame rises
to go to the WC
in a side passage
but it's occupied
so she walks back
to her seat and sits
in the background
some jazz music plays
cool sax weaves
with sparse piano
the WC is now free
and the young dame
rises again from her seat
to return to the WC
and as she walks past
and down the passageway
seeing her tight
wiggling ***
has made his day.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC