I hear a cry
Tormented so,
Tears by the by
Do leave a wake
Of such dismay,
Mind has need
To find a way,
If but to still
A distant voice,
Its waning words
In dismal plight,
Wants restore whole
Thus begs relight,
Man’s dark lost soul!
Matters – of body and soul- Second Edition, all poems have been revisited…
Jean-Jacques Fournier
You aspired listen
To words true
Of assured veracity,
But what you hear
Be voice at odds,
Self-served askew
In object wanting,
That extends far
Of wisdom’s reach,
While our elect
Said meagre choice,
Of dubious advocate
Adversely foists,
Erroneous postulates
On beings hopeful,
Held beyond limit
Of noetic tolerance!
Every road taken
Kindles desire,
Of maturate daring
Destiny inspires,
Held life reinventing,
Tho countless roads
Oft-times shadowed
By clouds of undoing,
Man’s inner-child begs
For ways to discern
Every road said,
Wouldst find reinvention!
It’s a lazy winter’s day
Drizzly and grey,
Abiding bedims’ tune,
Bordering on gloom
Of short winter days,
And gusty afternoons
That begs for sunshine
Ever gone too soon,
As if forced to decline
Behind a wistful moon,
Frustrating sun’s way
Arresting its warm boon,
On a lazy winter’s day!
You’re of a mind
Life starts betwixt,
Somewhere in time
And place defined
Where being exists,
In advent reached
Of evolutionary feel,
Where light gives sway
To ontogenetic mind
Would recognize real,
To but later lament
Man fails realize,
Exploited be his demise!
Ones’ will imposed
To gain advantage,
Ought be exposed
As veiled improbity,
That wants manage
Endured baggage
Of callous probability,
Implying suffers time
Divest of honesty mind!
Poetry on a Canapé 