“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ Stop The World ” ~ I want to get off ~

Stop the world,

I want to get off,

Its lethal whirl

I’ve had enough,

Held toxic while

Man efforts cure,

To anew beguile

Alters not lure,

Or endless excess

Yet denies blame,

Nor will redress

Be damage insane,

He’d ne’er confess

Of liable fed game,

To play you along

Alludes now tame,

For what fits best

On world die-cast,

Man did but infest

Wanted all too fast,

And won’t give rest

Known nothing lasts,

With barely time left!

 

“ A Snow Flake ” ~ at the bottom lies ~

 

A snow flake

At the bottom lies,

Be reason I wonder

About the others

Who first arrived,

And now held under

Manage to survive,

While on the surface

Layer upon layer

More materialize,

Thus no surprise

As scale expands

Find to hold hands,

Supporting each other

To bear the strain

They’ve need to shoulder,

When snow turns to rain…

 

Hence be brothers

Reach for druthers,

To save what’s left

Spared of corrupt,

If not in vain

From mans foul mess,  

When snow flakes turn to rain!