There is a buzz
Said be tinnitus,
A ringing sound
Ne’er holds leave,
Tho has no cause
Save but it does
Till seems a hiss,
Like a cicada’s
Endless kiss,
A grating bound
To drive one mad,
As could be found
Echoes from hell,
This buzz made feel
As would a bell
Of endless peal,
Wants buried be
Tintinnabulations
And thus so well,
Rather than decapitate
As the alternate stead,
To stop tormenting
My wretched head!
Poetry on a canapé 
I am really impressed with your writing skills and also with the layout on your blog. Is this a paid theme or did you customize it yourself? Either way keep up the nice quality writing, it’s rare to see a nice blog like this one today
Thank you for your accolades, I indeed enjoy knowing that my poetry writing and presentation of it brings you pleasure enough to take the time to comment. Know that I’ve no intention of giving up writing in this fashion, no more so than I should give up breathing. In addition, your encouraging words are an important added incentive to keep doing so. As to the layout of this blog, it was created with and by my life partner’s talents, with some nit-picking interference from me. I thank you for caring. JJF
Si il s’agit d’acouphènes, j’espère qu’ils sont virtuels.
Oui il s’agit… Pour raconter de cette façon, une d’histoire du genre, il faut connaître sa torture, dirais-je plutôt intime que virtuel.
In the language of my poem, a story told in like manner needs know its torture in a rather intimate fashion, as opposed to virtual.
Jean-Jacques Fournier
Well written article. People should read this.