A Face

           – in morrow’s space –

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A Face

• – in morrow’s space –

Tho near impossible to climb
Finding the image of her face,
That meant will form in time
A face, be from an awry place,
Has thus but aging to define
To hold in morrow’s space,
For a visage fixed sublime
Be set as tho a part effaced,
In a façade in need to find
Be of memory ye do prize, 
With its recall of total bind
Thus, so more than surmised, 
From a failed god’s ambuscade
Who’d long forgotten to be wise,
Till such shenanigans he displayed,
To a face in morrows’ space implied
Yet not his play, tho but of nature’s say!

                    Imaging mans’ unconsciousness toward reality...

                                            © Jean-Jacques Fournier

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                                                            Written in Sweetsburg
                                                              November 17, 2022

Who Will Know – the road –

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Who will know
When we arrive,
The road to go
To thus survive,
As fellow human
Found yet alive,
Knowing naught 
Of who we follow,
Did find bestow
But dubious plan,
For a life hollow
We naïvely accept,
Tho so contrived
As inimical deed, 
The likes devised
By powers of greed,
We’d failed advised
Be iniquitous mislead!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier 

ov written in Sweetsburg
October 27, 2021

“ If Truth Be Told ”~ how then discern ~

If truth be told

I will yet reach,

A vision worthy

Cosmos entreats,

Not bent chicane

Of vitiate deceit,

Yet who’s to say

Man didn’t teach,

The gods sly ways,

Thus so to breach,

How then discern

Of which I speak,

Thus be held truth

Or but failed preach,

Too credible to hold

Tho history has one doubt,

Of man’s hidden truth be told!

 

                    this poem was inspired by the poem ‘Truth’

                                written by Xenophanes,

                                              Greek philosopher, theologian and poet.

 

 

 

                                                                       
                                                                                      

 

“ Fixing Now ” ~ to look at what I see ~

 

I’ve looked back

At my surrounds,

And growing years

Hence to feel bound,

Need look again

As seems back then,

I’ve thin account

Of beauty all about

As though allure

Had been left out,

Thru failed record

On matters worth

Meant to absorb,

Yet angst insists

Ne’er be too late,

Want fixing now

To look at what I see…

 

Who could have known best

What beauty life held see,

Without we knew thus to invest,

That made us look at what we see!

                                                                               ode to the in-depth beauty

                                                                                                of natures creativity!

 

“ The Wanderer ” ~ on solid ground ~

 

I’d drifted round

Wanting for life

On terra firma,

Tho near full span

I’ve not yet found

To understand,

The held wonders

I failed endorse,

Accepting state

Akin to vegetate,

What life abounds

There to taste,

Instead of waste

All that surrounds,

While I the wanderer          

Has not yet found,

The likely bounds

Offers but solid ground!

 

“ Obesity ” ~ a corpulent world ~

I can but wonder,

How so composed

Without concern,

Fate should impose

Thus so to suffer,

Man failed put term

To obesity’s torture,

And so I ponder

This hapless burden,

Lived with adversity

In a corpulent world,

Where we offer but pity

Alas to a bleak obesity!

“ More Time ” ~ a growing thirst ~

I’ve ardent thirst

For time,

That grows

With passing days,

The more to taste

What I had failed

To so indulge,

All I did waste,

Knowing not later   

There’d be a day,

I would so thirst

For but a taste,

Of want more time!

“ Merchant of Greed ” ~ the gods did fashion ~

On day six

The gods did fashion

A creature thick

They labelled man,

Save on day seven

Concept was panned,

As but a failed trick,

And forced to confess

‘Twas their worst yet,

This lowest living form

The world would get,  

And gods coined human …

 

Thus without a soul

Ingredient main

In held man’s role,

Ideated in its stead

Implanting greed

To complete its head,

Yet would err apart,

By the omit of a heart…

 

Hence till all be dust

This fashioned man,

Be a merchant of greed

Who’d forever fuss,

To feed an inexorable lust!

                                                  

                                              ~ a cry for woman to usurp,

                                                         considering man’s record ~

“ Look At Me ” ~ beneath the surface ~

 

If you should look

Beneath the surface,

You’ll see likeness

Didst hardly fade,

Despite time past

Held so its shade,

Though failed spare

Held masquerade,

Altering whole

The sum’s façade,

While signs of ware,

Offers but a shadow

Of my enduring soul!