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“ The Child In Me ” – held shades of used to be –

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The Child In Me

           – held shades of used to be –

Though many say

He’s but a shadow,

Held shades

Of used to be,

I play their game

But truly feel,

He’s still the same

The child in me…

 

Some even doubt

He still be there,

And more maintain

I am for naught,

The child is gone,

My hopes are fraught

With dreams

Of used to be…

 

But I say not,

I know the child

Yet lives in me,

And always must

As part of man,

From birth

Until that day

We turn to dust…

 

It matters not,

Though but a shade

Of used to be,

I know it’s him,

And so insist

He still exists

The child in me!

                                          written in Vence, Fr.

                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

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“ Man Without ” ~ presence of mind ~

It matters naught

What matter lies

In mindless man,

So wait we skeptics

For presence of mind

Of another mankind,

Than Orwell’s

Big brother,

Watching we others

Turn cynical fodder,

Awaiting risk’s druthers

Save that of held thrall,

Or googling snoop irresponsible!

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“ The Have and The Have Naught ” ~ be life’s comedy ~

The have naught, ebb

With life a tragedy,

Trapped in a web

Of apathetic reality,

Man will so scheme

Endemic of betrayal,

To attain his means…

 

Ergo haves, we may agree

Live pithily said comedy,

For they especially                                      

Of careless objectivity,

Destine their domain

In animate fantasy,

Suffering not inequity

The while feign humane!

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“ Hue and Cry ” ~ issue of man inhumane ~

 

I can but agonize

To suffer hear,

The hue and cry

Of ill-fated fear,

Held to defeat

Alas for naught,

By callous minds

Who would deny,

One having sought

Humane recognition,

In effort to attain

For animate self,

Yet made bear pain

While greed feigns blind,

To disperse its stain

From ill gotten gain,

Issue of man inhumane!