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Hades Bed

       – seen as nirvana –

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Hades Bed

       – seen as nirvana –

Be of shame 
I wish to tell, 
As this being 
Known well,
Will naively
Court hell,
As he looks 
For a haven,
He’d be told
Was nirvana…

Yet would see
World in ashes,
Be a cause flee
Tho man made 
Accepts its hell,
From putrid air
To dried up well,
Shall be his fare
For a new dwell,
Found hades bed 
Did bid fare well, 
Per chance its stead
While meant nirvana,
Man turned to be but hell!     

                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                              
                    ode to whom suffer the oink specie
                          of a pretender tzar, Vladimir Putin
                                                    February 26, 2022           

Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music excerpt - Alone Together by Chet Baker
Images - Eugène Delacroix 1800’s - Public Domaine 
Header Image - Dante and Virgil in Hell by Eugène Delacroix 1822

                                       ov written in Grasse, December 31, 2009
                                                rewrote for Russia’s current ongoing
                                                       persecution of issue Ukraine people …
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“ A Prayer ” ~ for nonbeliever ~

On a spiritual hold

Borne of believers

By traditional bold,

Be of meagre ethics

Held mystic of old,

Suggests invocation,

Said for nonbeliever

Be an offer of thanks,

In words that declare

An ever sober prayer…

Hence has us wonder

If sufficient be there,

Despite mans despair

For life giving water,

And breathable air!

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“ A Fading Voice ” ~ all but discernable ~

I feel reverberate

A sound that be

All but discernible,

Tho not quite dead,

There be no doubt

In not optimal state,

Yet man so begs

While fading voice

Sadly abates,

In time we hear

That erudite mind

Might effort mend,

To save held dear

Lifeblood amend,

For air we breathe

And water deemed

‘Tis equal to survive,

Save our world ends!

 

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“ The Vulture ” ~ man’s undertaker ~

 

I am the vulture,

Who seeks to feed

On what man leaves,

Now more than ever

In generous measures

Of munificent waste,

In varied assortments

For every bird’s taste,

Repugnantly vile

In voluminous piles,

Blended with progress

Of contaminate state,

Not to mention man left

All but breathable air,

And nigh potable water,

Once too pure and fresh!