Not a Cicada’s Kiss

in said tinnitus –

Not a Cicada’s Kiss

– 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

“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

” The Crow ” – in the dead of night –

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” The Crow “

– in the dead of night –

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live                                                

This endless flight,        

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This aging cryptique,                                                   

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,                                

That shows a way clear

For I the crow,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!

                                                                    o.v.written in Grasse, Fr.

                                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                          March 21, 2005  

 

“ Moods ” ~ play one like a fiddle ~

You’re flying high

On a cloud

In a too blue sky,

Then suddenly low

At half past late

Land at hell’s gate,

Yet soon revert

Without you bide

To feel quite pert,

When up down ride

Now finds your mind inert…

 

Fixed on a whirlwind

Of mood swings,

This state of mind

From obsequious smile

To woebegone resign,

Wants but  loose the moods

That plays one like a fiddle!