“ Humanity ” ~ a contradiction ~

 

I endeavour to be there

For alleged fellowman,

Whose illusionary care

Rejects an offered hand,

Has humanity in doubt

That he fails understand,

What transience is about

Links affair to be human,

Save finds a contradiction

In homo sapiens’ acumen,

As to mans interpretation

With a passion to contrive,

We’d ignored his fixations

The while we’re still alive,

Yet ‘twould be our inaction

Cause averts man to survive,

And procrastinating factions

Who’d be hell bent to divide,

Thus we’d not live to next tide!

 

                                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 


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“ Benignity ” ~ be friend fair ~

Do be friend fair

Who’ll ne’er stray,

As to be ever there

Holds mean to stay,

Thru thick n thin

Wouldst not betray,

Or cause chagrin

Hence compensate,

Be oblivious to sin

The while meditate,

Sadly none to rescind

Till ye find situate,

Benignity therein

A truly bested state,

In varied compatibility

Humanistically paired,

Despite some dullards take,

Save who seeks be friend fair!

 

                                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Puzzling ” ~ with longevity ~

Not for a life time

But of time alive,

Fate holds be mine

To explore demise,

As nature’s design

Of erudition drive,

For a human assign

In a complex devise,

Be suspect durability

That we want define,

Ceding be its brevity

Ought facilitate mind,

For its one only life

In a scant fix of time,

Has man ever puzzling

Till he realized best not find,

He was born to indeterminate end

With longevity be as fate so inclines!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ A Garrulous Mind ” ~ in a conformist soul ~

 

In a held conformist soul,

Serves a garrulous mind

That won’t abort its hold,

And matters not be blind

To ludicrous not so droll,

Whatever reason binds

Purpose to feed its psyche,

As it tends to prattle on

Till weariness finds a hole,

For loquaciousness to be gone

In favour of enlightened whole!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier