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A Face

– from an inhuman place –

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A Face

– from an inhuman place –

Thru shady light,
Fixed traces be  
In still of night, 
A face I am to see         
Set in a staid life,
Yours, to be returned 
From an inhuman place…

In time dawn’s shadows,
Might dim the cruelty
That carved its path,
To manner evidently 
A paranormal flesh 
That, reads as brail,
In a face lined like mesh
Imprint of like chain mail....

Imaged on grievous faces,
Begs end held memory
In recalls of life fleeting,
Phantoms of past journeys
Emerge in these raw faces, 
Thus, from an inhuman place! 

                       Ode to man’s rush for the future,
                                   with a recall for our fading memories...

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier



                                      Image - Wikimedia Commons                         
                                      Music - Almost Blue by Chet Baker
                                      Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier     
                                                                        
                                                           ov written in Montréal 
                                                                 January 2, 2002
                                                           rewrote in Sweetsburg
   				                              December 1, 2022     

































	













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by

“ Love ” – of my life –

There is a love

In my life,

That is the love

Of my life,

And far above

My recites,

Or gods of love

Who bid light,

A state defines

Exquisite sight,

Fate so assigns

For my delight,

Until life runs

Me out of time!

                                                            for and about Marianne,

                                                                         love of my life,

                                                                              in its 17th year

                                                                                     of  thaumaturgy delight…!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

P.S. this poem will appear in my new published book #16, soon to be released, entitled;

Love – by any definition –    A Collection Of Love Poems … in a Poetry on a Canapé book…

 

 

 

by

“ Doing It Right ” ~ bids ne’er guarantee ~

You reach a point

Has you convinced

You’ve done it right,

That you’d persist

Thus without doubt,

Despite held plight

And risk of drought,

Refuses to detract

Obeying ones intuit,

That finds shed light

On wants get it done

With implied insight,

Hence doing it right

In spite of perchance,

Fickle fate chose slight

To state obvious stand,

Bids ne’er a guarantee!

by

“ I Am The Crow ” ~ in a grave dark world ~

 

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as night,

Forced to soar

In a dying light,

On weary wings

And failing sight,

Yet made suffer

Endless flights,

Looking for path

To freedom I seek,

While agony looms

In this wasting meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,

That shows the way

To end this journey 

In the dead of night!

 

 

by

“ Exploitation ” ~ advent to lament ~

 

You’re of a mind

Life starts betwixt,

Somewhere in time

And place defined

Where being exists,

In advent reached

Of evolutionary feel,

Where light gives sway

To ontogenetic mind

Would recognize real,

To but later lament

Man fails realize,

Exploited be his demise!

by

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!