“ Brothers ” – for but a time –

Be fortunes lost,

And later read

Of human cost,

Be of men dead

By fortunes lost,

Near nation wide

While few survived

Those who did cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Was prelude to the times…

While not my bide

Yet fore I’m dead,

Be my expired hide

That you have read,

Might you not now

Allow some doubt,

On  held debate,

To spare the while alive

Afore we be deaths bate,

Just  but a time,

To be a brother mine!

                                                         ode to a lost brother

An old but timeless story, from biblical to ongoing times,

alas of generic proportion…

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Kaleidoscope Life ” ~ of ominous purpose ~

One lives at times

A kaleidoscopic life,

In spite of the pace

That edges on strife,                                      

An inchoate being

Finds worth a taste,

So fancies his stay

He ignores the waste,

And aims not to stray…

 

Innately deceptive,

Plays a man’s mind

Of fragile compass,

Thus moves thru time

A subject bewildered,

Who tries to survive

A morrows’ circus,

Delivered as bate

Of ominous purpose,

Yet he’ll ruse the gods

If but to perpetuate,

His kaleidoscopic life!