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“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...

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“ I Never Do Insist ” – tho I so bid –

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I Never Do Insist

                      – tho I so bid –

I badger

I pressure,

I brow beat

I pester,

To evoke lament

For cause gone amiss,

If need be torment

But I never do insist…

 

I dismiss

I displace,

I’m remiss

To disgrace,

And erase

To save face,

When I’m out of place

But I never do insist…

 

I coerce

I compel,

I harass

I cajole,

And kick ass

If they sass,

Save always with class

But I never do insist…

 

I dare say

I don’t grieve,

When invited

Tho peeved,

I do state

I’ve a knack,

If there’s call

To achieve,

Any way        

There’s a need,

Of obtuse to be rid

It’s no feat I so bid,

But I never do insist!

 

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ The Dancer ” – be the devil upstairs –

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“ The Dancer ”

            – be the devil upstairs –

I’d know the music

Just by listening,

To the patter

On the floor above,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet,

As she capers

To a mystifying beat,

Like it matters

To the dancer,

In whose rhythm

With melodic flair,

She so adorns

Be the devil upstairs,

To mirror,

The center of a storm

Frenzied to a level,

That shan’t be mistaken

As the dancer who conforms…

 

She’s the devil I can tell

Tho follow I with ease,

For her dance casts a spell

Which leads me to believe,

I’m destined to her hell    

If she decides to leave,

Yet just so I can listen

To the rhythmic patters,

Bent by that devil upstairs

Be the dancer who so matters!

 

                                                   inspired in Vence, Fr.

                                               written in Sweetsburg PQ.

                                                         April 21, 2003