“ Contribution ”~ of what purpose ~

There comes a time

Said of aspirants,

Your contribution

Has now scant merit,

Hence undermines

What be of worth,

And clutters mind

With offered dearth,

Of views passé

Bears draw the line,

To thus oblige

New age opine,

With neoteric bent

For uncluttered time,

Begs liberal mention

Of enlightened genre…

 

Alas be of what purpose

Weathered contributions,

Declared be of scant merit!

 

                                                – a reflection on man’s eventual worth,

                                                                      while questioning his legacy

                                                                                  of today’s world state – 

                                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

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“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies! 

                          

” A Bold Feeling ” ~ whispered ~

 

A bold feeling

Has not so many

Liberal days, 

Free of inhibiting

Worthy sway,

When sceptic minds

Ignore the freedom

Of emotive ways,

That bold feeling

Which whispers

Of its presence,

And has you feel

More than alive…

 

So reach out

To such a gift,

That it should stay

If ‘tis your wish,

In spite the risk

Want be in vain,

That a bold feeling

Whispers not again!