claim

by

The Meal  

– to follow –

Francisco de Goya, Saturno devorando

The Meal 
        - to follow -

If you’re to choose
The meal to follow,
You shall ne'er lose
Or find too shallow,  
Nor the while be late 
As to claim didn't know,
That meal you're to find
Wouldst taste but sorrow,
As world ogres want dine,
On repas that means you
Save one should awaken
To manage draw said line,
Which renders man shaken
Hence forever a lasting time,
Held so to ne’er again be taken
By the likes of the troll creatures,
Who'd hold claim to being human!

               
                             ode to Russia’s ogre,
                                  presently, Vladimir Putin…

                ©️ Jean-Jacques Fournier

First written in Ciboure, France  
October 11, 2022
Edited in Sweetsburg, Canada
November 6, 2022



 
by

“ Border of Extant ” ~ upon a genuine human ~

We walk about

Held be human,

Allude forever

To so function,

Claim a stance

Above another,

Borders extant

Far from other,

Of mortal man

Said corporeal,

Having a mind

Debatable real,         

Tho often time

Musters appeal,

Of tilted regard

That fail conceal,

His soul’s discard

Hides there upon,

A genuine human

Nigh wholly gone,

Reached near extant

Finds robot for his pawn,

Till swallowed as its servant!

                                            

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

       

 

by

“ Knowing ” ~ what I think ~

Though some profess

Knowing what I think,

Divining thus, at best

Held a dubious blink,

Yet claim pursuer eyes

Find enter with a wink,

Adept at reading wise

Human or robotized,

In man too often blind

Hence so to scrutinize,

A baseless notional line

Of thought unrealized,

Alleged did fit my mind

Asserting ‘tis not guise,

This thought said known

Might ne’er materialize,

As knowing what I think

May not want to survive!

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

by

“ Face To Face ” ~ in a crimson place ~

The face

You claim,

Burns now

Palpably lame,

In a scarlet state

Finds suffer blame,

With skin ablaze

Head bows in shame,

Thus so observed

Begs fool indifferent,

Holds look aflame

From face to face

In sun’s day feed,

Be a crimson place

That wants destroy,

Yet gives of life

Save when exceeds,

Man chooses fail to heed!

                                         ode to an era’s ignorance