“ The Dancer ” – be the devil upstairs –

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“ The Dancer ”

            – be the devil upstairs –

I’d know the music

Just by listening,

To the patter

On the floor above,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet,

As she capers

To a mystifying beat,

Like it matters

To the dancer,

In whose rhythm

With melodic flair,

She so adorns

Be the devil upstairs,

To mirror,

The center of a storm

Frenzied to a level,

That shan’t be mistaken

As the dancer who conforms…

 

She’s the devil I can tell

Tho follow I with ease,

For her dance casts a spell

Which leads me to believe,

I’m destined to her hell    

If she decides to leave,

Yet just so I can listen

To the rhythmic patters,

Bent by that devil upstairs

Be the dancer who so matters!

 

                                                   inspired in Vence, Fr.

                                               written in Sweetsburg PQ.

                                                         April 21, 2003

 

   

“ The Devil ” – is upstairs –

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                                                         painting by Jerome Bosch

” The Devil ”

            – is upstairs –

I hear the patter

Of a prancer,

Held the devil

Playing dancer,

On the floor

Upstairs,

Comes from hell

Just to frolic,

In a manner

Casts a spell,

Her intention

Guised to prance,

Impishly carefree

Issues to imbue,

Like a banshee

Taunting you,

Of such rhythm

Be of voodoo,

Off the wall,

That conforms

To an eerie storm,

On the floor upstairs

She infernally performs!

 

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                         wrote in Vence, Fr.        

                                           April 21, 2003  

 

        

“ Assign Me Now ” ~ before they know ~

Assign me now

That I may crow

Of my knowhow,

Elect me to sow

A seed of endow,

Before they know

I’m dim as a cow,

Tho not so to tell

Be political snow,

Conveys bull well

Staged to survive,

At least first term

But with devil jive

For the shady trip

I need find learn,

Said a zealot game

Fate stands me fit,

Held stealthy gains

Of a second term sit,

That free ride prize

The taxpayer provides!

                                                  Another election farce soon to occur…

                                                               May future generations find a way to an

                                                            honest nonpoliticized, politicianless system!

“ I Am The Crow ” ~ in a grave dark world ~

 

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as night,

Forced to soar

In a dying light,

On weary wings

And failing sight,

Yet made suffer

Endless flights,

Looking for path

To freedom I seek,

While agony looms

In this wasting meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,

That shows the way

To end this journey 

In the dead of night!

 

 

“ The Devil ” ~ is upstairs ~

I hear the patter

Of a prancer,

Held the devil

Playing dancer,

On the floor

Upstairs,

Came from hell

Just to frolic,

In a manner

Casts a spell,

Her intention

Guised to prance

Impishly carefree,

Issues to imbue

In a rhythm

Off the wall,

That conforms

To a voodoo

In an eerie storm,

She infernally performs

On the floor upstairs!

 

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!