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
Sadly he fades
As will his shadow,
Ever so frayed
By lingering sorrows,
From loosing his way
To what he had left,
Be hours or days
Already too worn,
To assess his stay
Made be life norm,
Of requisite hold
Will cease exist,
As displace unfolds
Once meant to inhabit,
While rulers bent low
And annihilatingly bold,
Leads man into darkness
Of a world going hollow!
Fate inflicts grief
As it vanishes memory,
Like a practiced thief
Would rape ones mind,
And so quite wretchedly
Held memory be damned
To now but hollow find,
And ne’er recall again
For wouldst chose hide,
What years made gather
All matter lived inside,
Hence leave me wonder
Where now my words do bide!
So many memories
Worth the keep,
Tho there be many
Begs a clean sweep,
For those held evoke
Leads one to wallow,
In recollects thin
Bordering hollow,
Or colours memory
Of near wilting age,
Yet wants a fellow
Bides to engage,
In worthy recalls
Before time shades,
What gave life a stage!
ode to year 2013
If gallimaufry
Finds in oddity
Chaos to be me,
It’s but betwixt
A was and be,
Aspiring by degree
To surface real
And rather orderly…
Thus so this chaos
That was me,
Existentialistic curl
Of earlier survival,
Did so lead
To chaotic disarray
Filled with hollows,
And complexities
In murky shadows,
Then order of the day…
Sentient in fashion,
Like an automaton
Vacantly in shallows,
I reach out for reality
To still this life of chaos!
Poetry on a Canapé 