“ A Mind Above ” ~ inhuman anguish ~

 

Wouldst thou allow

A man succumb,

To inhuman anguish

And suffer numb,

In state diminished

Fellowman forsaken,

Yet detectable signs

Of viable resolve,

Remain ignored

By we of mind above…

 

Whom have we become,

Who chose be indifferent

To inhuman anguish!

 

                                  ode to man’s evolution gone amiss…

“ All Good Things ” ~ ne’er need end ~

 

Be too often penned,

That all good things

Must have an end,

Though I’ll dispute

Be desolate defend,

Of pliable compute

Serves but to fend,

Want bold resolve

Sufficient so to care,

Find place beyond

Fashions such its fare,

That all good things

Be an ne’er need end affair!

 

                             written in Montecatini, Italia

 

“ I Am The Colour ” ~ of human disorder ~

 

I am the colour

Of human disorder,

That shades the stay

Of man made suffer,

While held at bay

Be caused such pallor,

In ominous way

With spurious cover,

Feigning fair play

Thus to be coloured,

With doubtful recover

For fated mankind,

Bearing colour be mine!

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Democracy’s Camouflage ” ~ of hand me down politics ~

 

Iniquitous we’ll agree

Life in a system rigged

Implied our democracy,

Alas where now to run

That we may be free,

From ignorance spun

In camouflaged debris,

Of hand me down

Political philosophy,

Said immoral fodder

For we the citizenry,

Made bear this anomaly

To feed the powers that be!

 

                                       Ode to Trumpeting  a Mayor’s Wall…

 

“ Colour Me Human ” ~ in the colour of life ~

 

Colour me human

Be her ambition

In world to imbue,

With exacting will

Wants vibrant hue,

Says ‘tis reflection

Of colours be true,

In shades held free

Save colour of blue,

Wouldst imply sad

Begs colour renew,

In the colour of life

Be the colour of you…

 

So colour me please

That I hypothesize,

To accept with ease

I’ll find empathize,

Fading life shades

May not so apprise,

We’ll soon turn blue

In a dank shady haze,

Not colour you chose

To best colour me too!