“ Reaching ” – the edge, of life’s design –

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“ Reaching ”

  – the edge, of life’s design –

        

I’ve journeyed    
Far and long,
At times hurried
Thus to prolong,
That meagre stay
Palpably foregone,
A notable evidence
Recall diminishes,
By limited passage
Thru hazy distances
Now on the ledge,
Blurring defines
Life may allege,
Tho be insistent
Prays on a mind,
To suffer existence
In dwindling time,
Tho but an instant
By recall’s decline,
Reaching the edge
Of life’s design,
Fate shan’t pledge
Be shadows assign,
To offer life hedge
On finale it deigns,
Past illusion held fast
As image perceived disappears,
In the dusk of a lifespan once cast!  

  
              © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
    
                  written in Sweetsburg
                                 October 25, 2020
 
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Music - excerpt from Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade op.35




“ I Am The Colour ” – of human disorder –

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“ I Am The Colour ”            

                    – of human disorder –

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…

 

I an the colour,

Of human disorder!

 

             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music, Dark Cloud…

 

“ 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

 

“ Assign Me Now ” ~ before they know ~

Assign me now

That I may crow

Of my knowhow,

Elect me to sow

A seed of endow,

Before they know

I’m dim as a cow,

Tho not so to tell

Be political snow,

Conveys bull well

Staged to survive,

At least first term

But with devil jive

For the shady trip

I need find learn,

Said a zealot game

Fate stands me fit,

Held stealthy gains

Of a second term sit,

That free ride prize

The taxpayer provides!

                                                  Another election farce soon to occur…

                                                               May future generations find a way to an

                                                            honest nonpoliticized, politicianless system!

“ Amity ” ~ of a kind ~

I look for words

That reach,

To help me find

Amity alter time,

Enough to assign

A brutal world

Grow less unkind…

 

Words I may find,

Could so discern

Amity of a kind,

Would so touch man

To finally be as one,

Hence to bind a lifetime!