“ The Sound of Silence ” – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

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“ The Sound of Silence ”

                             – a blissful pleasure – revisited –

 Ah to be free

Of obstreperous sounds,

Man’s din vociferous

That so abounds,

Ever torturing

An anguished ear

Implied inured,

We’re made to hear

Too far beyond,

Man meant endure…

 

Oh for the sound

Of deafening stillness,

A resounding calm

Of blissful pleasure,

In the healing balm

Of echoing silence,

You can almost hear

From the quiet whisper

Of a falling tear,

For the sound of silence! 

                           Music, Laburnum by Kai Engel                                              

                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ The Ascendancy ” ~ reaching beyond ~

There is a time,

All has been said

Exceeds the line,

Of hapless dread

Reaching beyond,

Said soul be bled

By they who bond,

To destroy means

Of righting wrongs,

As empowered few

Willfully prolong,

Their financial stew

Of concocted chicanery

That maximize greed,

The while they control

All financial proceeds,

Till we succumb whole

As bankers watch bleed,

We cashless poor souls

Of ignored human needs,

Beg of credit card moles

To restore coins you feel,

Razed as ascendancy spoils!

 

                                                           ode to bankers & credit-card Tzars

 

“ Beyond Reach ” ~ a voice too far ~

I can scarce hear

A voice too far,

Now beyond reach

Undoubtedly fading,

Thusly I fear

I’ll find in time,

The voice that died

Must have been mine,

For shout or screech

No one appears,

Who can tell I am not here

And thus beyond reach,

Too far to see or hear!

“ Distant Faces ” ~ etched on my mind ~

 

There are traces

Of distant faces,

Forever etched

On my mind,

Hence to adorn

A place of musing,

Till memory falters

And falls beyond

Images altered,

When one’s recall

Will scarcely note

The fading traces,

As the road bends

To where life ends,

Which for all men

Be the distant face,

Of an unknown place!

 

Of Living ~ to the very end ~

 

I held I might

Live longer,

He whispered

To himself

When thoughts

In shades of dark

Did speak,

That he might hark

‘Twould sanction

But a peek,

At life between

The lines,

Should he so incline

He’d live beyond

What would allow

His furtive mind,

Thus fail recall

He’d found,

The idea of  forever

Be limited in time,

And so too soon

On any given day,

That of living

Would find its way,

Obdurately

To the very end

Of his forever time!

                                                        ode to my friend,

                                                                 Artist Claude Théberge