Listen to audio– tit for tat –
He wore the hat
To dress his head,
Tho tit for tat
And so with dread,
He wares it now
Hides pilus dead,
Or gone so thin,
It fails be coaxed
To grow back in,
Thus pate regrets
That bushy hair,
Of peacock fame
Beyond repair,
Held chose delimit
Its germinal game,
Evokes sad memory
Of his lamented mane!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Listen to audio– in the dead of night –
I am the crow
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as the night,
Forced to live
This endless flight,
Looking for a path
To the freedom I seek,
As anxiety nears
This aging cryptique,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light,
That shows a way clear
For I the crow,
To end one’s journeys
In the dead of night!
o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
March 21, 2005
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,
Be my expired hide
That you have read,
Might you not now
Allow some doubt,
On held debate,
To spare the while alive
Afore we be deaths bate,
Just but a time,
To be a 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, 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
You imagine
With but a glance,
Find courage
To take a chance,
Thus grab hold
Of wont so bold,
That by and by
Propensity
Will defy,
Hereafter bound
To occupy,
A life once lived
On dead man’s ground!
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
Abiding
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!
Poetry on a Canapé 