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A Craggy Shell

            – begs not dispel –

How can one tell
If still of need,
Man’s craggy shell
Near gone to seed, 
Suggests farewell
And denies plead,
Begs not dispel 
The while he lives,
May find to dwell
Where soul outlives,
Said craggy shell
Tho mayn’t forgive,
Portends bordering hell!

						     written in Sweetsburg
						  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

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“ A Secret ” – I’ve to die with

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                                                a Moroccan Secret Box

“ A Secret ” 

– I’ve to die with –

I’ve had secrets

Rates not to keep,

Some by the by

Merits not a peep,

And one or two

Made me so blue

I’d given a bye…

 

But I’ve a secret

Shades my life,

Tho cannot share

Or fail to keep,

Thus held to bear

Finds futile weep,

Without concede

While I’m awake

Or in my sleep…

 

‘Tis a secret

That won’t heed,

And so remains

Despite I plead,

Be of a memory

Begs god-speed,

Hence to forego

Yet I find realize,

Fixed be of a kind

One can’t be freed,

Held thus a secret

That I’ve to die with!

 

                                        written in Grasse

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

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“ Years Moreover ” ~ before the dark ~

I’ve sought living

Years moreover,

As man’s dream

Be time wanting,

Leaves me plead

Ne’er be enough,

Though I concede

Years so far lived,

Holds clearly best

Be time life gave,

Save so ascribed

A morose grave,

As destined site

Fixed be man’s fate,

Thus beg stall plight

For score or more,

Before the dark,

Becomes eternal night!     

                            ode to friend Basile, now in eternal night…

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“ Disposition ” ~ in want of serene stay ~

Weighing ever so

Has me suffer choke,

With a disposition

Liken to a yoke,

Refusing to give way

While effort I restrain

A temperamental sway,

Begs I plead not in vain

That I may have a say,

In want of serene stay!

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“ The Womanizer ” ~ kindles belief ~

 

‘Tis said a womanizer

Is but a tantalizer

With inherent charm,

And fertile propensity

Fashions all his way,

With amplitude

That awakens a desire

In women he’ll prey,

Having thus pursued

He’ll kindle a belief,

With the altruism

A Lothario kneads,

Resistor finds to plead,

Assured he’s the prize

Women can but idolize!