“ Of A Horse ” ~ in the rain ~

I ponder the lot

Of a horse,

Who has caught

Endless days

In the rain,

How he must feel

To suffer its bane,

As he ingests grass

In meadows too wet,

That verges morass

Nature chose beset,

On pasture he links

To life giving fests,

While hunger persists

Thus imaged bethinks

In this life he submits,

Fails to be in the pink!

                                                        ode to friends Michèle & Thomas

                                                                  the ultimate horse lovers

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ The Search ”~ for a credible man ~

We search for ways

Tho seem in vain,

Yet we’ll holdfast

To end man’s bane,

Would so engage,

Hence find disarm

A darkening rage

In a world insane,

The while ignored

Efforts that contain,

Threats to survival…                      

 

Alas beg commit,

Said altruist hand

Be of requisite fit,

Held tenacious bold

Cast in the soul,

Of a credible man!

 

“ Ageing ” ~ a mortal bane ~

The world beholds

A budding mind

Of adolescent bold,

Who soon finds

Psyche in a bind,

Needs mortally face

Youth be replaced,

To thus suffer

That nadir bath

On an ageing path,

The apathetic cold

In mortal bane hold…

 

No one be immune  

To this adverse tune,                                                                    

Of fated waste

Etching ones face,

Hence with resign

Aging so awaits

A fitting celebrate,

Where you may find

Me fashionably late!