We walk about
Held be human,
Allude forever
To so function,
Claim a stance
Above another,
Borders extant
Far from other,
Of mortal man
Said corporeal,
Having a mind
Debatable real,
Tho often time
Musters appeal,
Of tilted regard
That fail conceal,
His soul’s discard
Hides there upon,
A genuine human
Nigh wholly gone,
Reached near extant
Finds robot for his pawn,
Till swallowed as its servant!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I see man shape
His self-decline,
Tis no surprise
Wants to escape,
This baleful bind
Free of bent state
Of herculean find,
His legacy spent
Now so apprised,
Suffers implied
Thus to surmise
Intervention failed
We’ll not survive,
His egoistic whims
Shaping our extant state!
A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting not impose…
Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!
A memory of a younger man’s, search…
for my friend Paulette
translation of my OFV, La Joie ~ imaginée ~
Poetry on a Canapé 