I am the colour
Of human disorder,
That shades the stay
Of man made suffer,
While held at bay
Be cause of such pallor,
In ominous way
With spurious cover,
Feigning fair play
To thus be so coloured,
With doubtful recover
For fated mankind,
Bears not colour’s assign!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Looking
For a thought
Be mine,
Wisest of the lot
Held depict mankind,
Perhaps
So be judged
In time,
Regardless
Of the shadow
One may find,
It cast upon my grave
Tho no matter, if survives
To keep its worth alive,
As a thought wants saved!
Still matters not
What matter be,
Keeps us in doubt,
When we need beg
Man finds beware
Be signs of drought,
Denies survival’s fare,
Wants mankind other
Save watching brothers
Who snoop to but ensnare,
Thus pry on one another!
Why did man ignore
The decomposing shield,
Earth’s ozone door
From which behind
The sun inclines,
Till given chance
Will cook your mind,
And with more time
He’ll have you fried…
Where are the keepers
Of once perfect earth,
Deaf to despairing cries
For a world built on lies,
Conceived by profiteers
Forcing us to hide,
In shades of emptiness,
Soon to live in shadows
Too close to dark’s abyss,
Where man has lost face
And mankind has no place!
As he’ll not look
Me in the eye,
Nor will he soar
As had before,
We ruined his sky…
Want light our way,
We who fouled
His heaven’s air,
Spewing waste
Corrupting space,
Once known safe
In a world gone grey,
As Solaris fades away…
Alas the keepers
Have ignored,
Desperate shouts
Of world untoward,
Solaris suffers
Shades abyss,
Thus can but move
To light another place,
Leaving shadows
Till dark be fate,
Would end mankind
Starved of Solaris face!
Poetry on a canapé 