Not a Cicada’s Kiss

– in said tinnitus –

– in said tinnitus –

There is a buzz
In said tinnitus,
Unknown cause
To seek litigious, 
For forceful kiss
Ye want to leave,
Its incessant hiss
That causes grieve, 
Won’t even pause
This vexing sound, 
Not a cicada’s kiss
One may’ve found,
In a summer’s bliss...

Be echoes of hell
Aims sibilant feel,
As wouldst a bell 
With endless peal,
And thus, can tell
A tintinnabulum,
Of alternate stead
Will find torment,
Ye wretched head,
Tho best decapitate 
If one foregoes too late,
Homopteran’s migrates 
In guise of a cicada’s kiss,
You’d realize be godless fate!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg

July 29, 2021

“ A Hyphenated World ” – held fitting guise –

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“ A Hyphenated World ”

                   – held fitting guise –

‘Tis a fitting guise

A hyphenated world,

Of hyphenated people

Barely joined together,

By shortest of lines

Save in desperate times,

If but to stay alive

Until next apprise,

Holds indefinite man

If he is to survive,

Until discord subsides

Tho wanting to encage

He’ll once more fractionize,

By manipulating stage…

In a language to divide

That largely means create

A hyphenated bide,

Trusted so to populate

Heedless of unwise,

Words fixed to engage

By language brigade,

Who spreads confusion

Among the lesser wise,

Maximize demand

To maintain disguise,

Of the hyphenated men

Who power world divides!

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photos – by Marianne D. & private collection –

Music – excerpt from Leaving, by Chet Baker –

“ Mesmerizing Eyes ” ~ would be denied ~

There’s a look

In those eyes,

So provocative

They mesmerize,

Yet she’s denied

By vacant guise,

What suggests

View marginalized,

For his incline

Be not of accord,

With her bold design…  

 

Tho she leans closer

To tempt approval,                                       

Of her sultry lure,

It fails to entice

His lack of taste                                                       

For female delight,

Despite the pleading

That lies in her eyes,

The gods had created

To want  mesmerize!

“ Ill Placed Word ” ~ a lonely guise ~

What purpose

Holds justify,                                                 

To impair

Or destroy,

To slander

Or denigrate,

And cravenly cover

Feign apathy,

As a lowly guise

Believe be disguise,

For their ill placed words!

 

“ Surprise ” ~ of any size ~

 

I’ve seen shapes

And sizes all,

That amazes

Or appals,

In a maze

Of disguise,

That be of no surprise

To best

A lesser guise,

As they traverse

Declining phases,

Thus be the cause

Of aging wise,

Once held surprise

Has less chance to survive!