A Place

         – said earth –

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– said earth –

Tho crave
From birth
To grave,
For worth
Ye want save, 
A place
Said earth, 
Now must skirt
To suffer waste,
Tho be alert
Of mans tricks, 
Ample so to burst
A planet at risk, 
Not find accept
Failed mortals akin,
In state of gorged excess 
Hides yet a desolate grim,
Obscuring a need for address
While mans memory grows thin, 
As he begs for too long ignored access!
                       

	      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

	                        written in Sweetsburg 
                                       July 21, 2022

Imagery - Marianne Dessis 
Music – Tenderly by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ 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

 

 

 

“ 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!

 

“ Lamenting ” ~ man’s excess ~

 

I now excogitate

Man’s said progress,

And question why

One finds to bow

To held success,

When in the main

What holds endow

Be intuited excess,

Levying sad lament,

That its achievement

Be in the end

But road to loneliness!