“ A Garrulous Mind ” ~ in a conformist soul ~

 

In a held conformist soul,

Serves a garrulous mind

That won’t abort its hold,

And matters not be blind

To ludicrous not so droll,

Whatever reason binds

Purpose to feed its psyche,

As it tends to prattle on

Till weariness finds a hole,

For loquaciousness to be gone

In favour of enlightened whole!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ Time Out of Mind ”~ begs seek define ~

 

We’ve gone too far,

And now we’re made

To leave behind,

A world abused

In full decline,

Leaving no time

Or resolve find,

Glean to but mend

Our callous way,

We risk lifeline

To dominate

Time out of mind,

While far too late

Begs seek define,

How globe is to sustain

Held mortal span lifetime,

With man’s destructive vein

On a planet loosing hold,

He relents not to maim

Despite life short,

And death’s grim reach so long,

Gives no time to abort,

Man’s devastation too far gone!

 

                                                       Mañana, will be too late…!

 

 

“ What Will Hold Sway ” ~ to be rid of hate ~

 

One ceases wonder

What might hold sway,

On yet reached state

Gone beyond late,

Would set us free

In time be rid of hate,

To not play race

Nor creed or faith,

Means embrace bait,

Preached by man dubious

In a dogmatic place,

In grips now held as bold

Where power so extols,

Man would find to call fate!

 

ode, to the overpowered by hate,
the world over…

 

“ Now You’re Here ” ~ too soon you’re gone ~

 

Now you’re here,

Tho far too soon

You’re gone,

Leaving no reason

To the surrounds,

Save suggest year

Had but one season

Rather unclear,

Seen fulltime grey

With baleful demons,

No longer able

Kept at bay,

And so fate chose

You disappear,

To not extend

You suffer appear,

Another morrow’s day!

 

“ L’Ami s’Éteint ” ~ the end of a friend ~

 

He lived a life

Giving of himself,

A rare enlightened

In a world

That numbers few,

Held truly human

Be said humane,

One wants believe

His life be such,

Ought be forever

Save will mortality

Have its way,

Thus now gone,

To the unlighted

And well beyond

The end of a friend,

Alas enough to say

L’ami s’éteint,

Et ne sera plus là,

Déjà si tôt, demain!

“ The Artist ” ~ would fashion vision ~

From the artist

Comes an impulse,

That gives birth,

To want explore

That which expresses,

A creative singularity…

 

Be block of marble

Carved to find shape

Wouldst release soul…

A stretch of canvas

Begs for colour bold

Hence to explore

Story pleads be told…

Indite to so compose

Words writer means

Create a picture,

Of vibrant telling    

To fashion visions,

Man can so imagine…

 

And when deed be done        

Though then long gone,

They’ve left our world

A culturally better one!         

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