“ 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,

Or you have read

Of my defunct hide,

Tho shan’t beg dimes

Might you not now

On another’s take,

Allow be doubt

On once held debate,

For soon we be deaths bate,

Hence spare the while alive

Just for but a time,

To be that brother mine!

 

                                                         ode to a lost brother

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

alas of generic proportion…

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ A Minute ” – now or then –

Said of a minute

Born to life,

Be a need for it

Tho enters strife,

Despite commit

To its short site,

Life persists to emit

Tho maybe a plight,                                     

Holds of portent

Yet it is swallowed,

By the hour

And this to follow,

As if to scour

Chose be the fellow,

To do another

As if led by the echo,

Of a wilful brother

Not for a minute,

Would let fate posture

To fix a mindless habit,

Of disaffected bother

Ne’er now or then submit,

Tho for but a minute, now or then!

 

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Conjugated People ” ~ by shade ~

 

People are played

To lend disorder,

Sorted by shade

Ranked in colour,

Thus to persuade                                                        

Reluctant objectors,

Thence to dissuade

They who so claim,

Black white or other

Meant be the same,

Yet ignore brothers

Made suffer in vain,

A hand that fosters

Segregationist game,

To ostracize druthers

While man plays blind,

To coloured skin cause

Gives marginalized time,

And its racists’ applause

Conjugates them by shade,

Fixed in fellowman’s mind!


                                       oh to find survive, as a one people world,

                                                         with a rainbow coloured spine!

  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Man Without ” ~ presence of mind ~

It matters naught

What matter lies

In mindless man,

So wait we skeptics

For presence of mind

Of another mankind,

Than Orwell’s

Big brother,

Watching we others

Turn cynical fodder,

Awaiting risk’s druthers

Save that of held thrall,

Or googling snoop irresponsible!

“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

Be no place

Worldwide

One can hide,

When locked

In the eye,

Of a brother

Said big,

Cyber spy

To follow

We fellows,

Begs time

Knit façade,

Held a Mask

For my mind…

 

Fit disguise

Will so bide,

Gist of me

To stay free,

Camouflaged,

Need not flee

As privacy be,

Mine decides

I stand free!

 

 

“ Brother ” ~ just for a time ~

 

I heard it said

Men’s fortunes died,

And later read

Near nation wide,

While few survived

Were to have cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Alas a prelude to the times…

 

It’s now my stead

Afore I’m meant to die,

Or you’d have read

About my defunct hide,

Tho I shan’t beg a dime

Might you not now

Allow yourself to doubt,

Another’s take

On our alleged debate,

For soon too we be gone,

So spare the while alive

Just for a time,

To be that brother mine!

                                                                              ode to a lost brother