I am the colour
Of human disorder,
That shades the stay
Of man made suffer,
While held at bay
Be cause of such pallor,
In ominous way
With spurious cover,
Feigning fair play
To thus be so coloured,
With doubtful recover
For fated mankind,
Bears not colour’s assign!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
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
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!
I’ve lived such days
But chose ignore,
Endured dismay
I so deplored,
Without want say
Holds irate enmity
One could not see,
Till be made suffer
Effort find agree,
To compensate
Seen simple way,
Before too late
Bid live carefree
Of life’s dismay,
Said be best left behind!
You feel ’tis habit
After while,
Tho ambles close
To reconcile,
‘Tis bound to blur
A willing spirit,
Of weak epidermis,
Who’d loathe fit
Living life dimly,
So aims to stick
Close to the edge!
We chose hiding
Thus not to see,
Days accumulate
In fulgent degree,
Beg to decelerate
Its senescence art,
For to compensate
By young at heart,
Would inside time
Only suffer to hide,
From fading mind
We allege ‘tis alive,
In its state of decline!
Poetry on a Canapé 