Who will know When we arrive, The road to go To thus survive, As fellow human Found yet alive, Knowing naught Of who we follow, Did find bestow But dubious plan, For a life hollow We naïvely accept, Tho so contrived As inimical deed, The likes devised By powers of greed, We’d failed advised Be iniquitous mislead!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier ov written in Sweetsburg October 27, 2021
A Minute
- holds to life –
Be a minute
Fixed for life,
Tho submits
Not all light,
Yet ‘tis habit
Despite blight,
For a minute
Day or night,
Of the many
So afforded,
Be but any
Holds to life!
Any Which Way
- you try -
Along the way
You’ll be aware,
On a given day
There by the by,
Tho offers stay
Suffers goodbye,
Yet goes astray
In kind you try,
Any which way!
Another Minute
- be there a limit -
Another minute
Felling shorter,
Be there a limit
For cavorter,
In reaching old
Tho matter lends,
To extend whole!
– begs not dispel –
How can one tell If still of need, Man’s craggy shell Near gone to seed, Suggests farewell And denies plead, Begs not dispel The while he lives, May find to dwell Where soul outlives, Said craggy shell Tho mayn’t forgive, Portends bordering hell!
written in Sweetsburg © Jean-Jacques Fournier
May not as ere see That one may find, An image wants be Past life fixed time, And beyond destiny Said annals defined, For no matter the plea The gods remain blind, To fate's hold ye not flee!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
final October 5, 2021
Excerpt of image by Stiller Beobachter
from Ansbach, Germany
Poetry on a Canapé 