“ 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

 

 

“ Let Me In ” ~ I want to live ~

Let me in, he pled,

I’m so frightened

And so hungry

I’m near dead,

Thus in a world

Without a stead,

He finds has bled

Away the heart

Of they he’d beg,

A place to start

That he may live,

Among the fated

Who would give,

Tho humble gift

Said kindly deed,

Plied moral lift

That he may seed

Enough for those,

Who needed feed

The debt one feels

To they who chose,

Should let him in

That he may live!

                                       ode to they who chose to let in,

the ravaged by war and terror…

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier      

 

“ What Chance ” ~ for life ahead ~

 

The die was cast

We’d live a time

But could not last,

In this world stead

We’d pushed so fast

For life ahead,

That might’ve been

What so misled,

We’d end beyond

The too far past,

To fix the wrongs

Of what we’d left,

Thus so chose blind

And visionless,

To what man blurred,

As legacy of cries unheard,

For that of a dead grey world!

                                                                             ode to man’s final legacy

 

“ Life Ahead ” ~ comes to light ~

All those years

Abiding

Living dead,

Comes to light

As we get closer

To a darkness

That’s ahead,

And get the feel

That finally

Though be late,

You discover

You’ve been living

Something great…

 

Tho you find get

Shades of regret,

Or such feelings

On life’s meaning,

Be wile riddles

That but puzzle,                    

The unknown

Wants mislead,

Best stop dead

And instead

Hold contemplate,

On living life ahead!