“ Faces ” – that be traceless –

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“ Faces ”

       – that be traceless –

I see faces

In all places,

That be sad

Virulent cases,

At risk clad

Be complacent,

Soon but mad

Past indifferent,

Of no matter

Part of current,

Fitting this façade…

 

Empty faces

That be traceless,

Yet embraces

Find expression,

As in a painting

Of a landscape,

Speaks despair

Rather tainted,

Tho not quite bare…

 

Be mortal faces

Seeking refuge,

From raw places

Found in refuse,

A world so faces

In human deluge,

Held insensate

Of fellow sapiens,

They just people

Failed by bane,

Seek seen real

Despite blame,

Of slanted feel

Said man extant,

Made world surreal      

Bent be he an unrepentant!  

 

                           ode to fellow beings of virulent woes…

                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

   Art, by Picasso, Modigliani, Odilon Redon,

           Jheronimus Bosh, Maurice Denis, Erich Heckel.

                          Music, Now – by Vexento – v2 New music, and recital

 

“ We The Homeless ” – not by choice – revisited

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“ We The Homeless ”

       – not by choice – revisited

It’s not by choice,

We’ve but the street

For our new host,

In this life gone bleak

It be thus a last resort,

Begs we’d not seek

Wanting as consort,

Held so to speak

Apt be a gritty ghost,

Led we live incomplete

Having lost one’s voice,

Mindful of our fate

Now being without choice,

In a discombobulated state

That be life on the street,

The while this last resort

Be until we are too weak,

To drag our bones to port

In a life of empty options,

That be for we the homeless,

Held fixed to muted notions

Reduced we be to nameless,

Drifting in crowded sad seclusion

We’ve to live as shadows on the street…

 

Suffer alas said we the homeless

In a populous fashioned by human apathy,

Offered in overwhelming abundance

To a growing number of ignored failed voices…

 

We the homeless, not by choice!

 

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                         Photography, by Marianne Dessis –

                                                              Music, by Kai Engel –

 

“ The Hat ” – tit for tat –

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“ The Hat ”

– tit for tat –

He wore the hat

To dress his head,

Tho tit for tat

And so with dread,

He wares it now

Hides pilus dead,

Or gone so thin,

It fails be coaxed

To grow back in,

Thus pate regrets

That bushy hair,

Of peacock fame

Beyond repair,

Held chose delimit

Its germinal game,                                              

Evokes sad memory                                                

Of his lamented mane!

                                                                                                                                                                                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ You Want Black ” ~ in a world so marred ~

You want black

It won’t be far,

You find tracts

Of spirit’s char,

You want dark

Just look about,

Man fixed stark

And imaged sad,

In fare he’s spun

Yet ne’er regard,

The ruin he runs

To distort colour,

That will blur sun

Thus attain pallor,

Till dark turns black

In a world so marred,

There be no turning back!

                                                           ode to Leonard Cohen

 

 

“ The Boy ” ~ who wanted to stay ~

There was a boy

Said ever glad,

For animate joy

Save he felt sad,

Its adolesce span

Exacts but a fad,

Be that so it may

Fix boy to be man,

He’d bid afar day

From stripling state,

That inevitable way

To descry adulthood,

Toward destined fate

Binds resolute say,

Held misnomer depth

Of ending youth’s stay,

He’d pursue cheat its death!

 

“ Colour Me Human ” ~ in the colour of life ~

 

Colour me human

Be her ambition

In world to imbue,

With exacting will

Wants vibrant hue,

Says ‘tis reflection

Of colours be true,

In shades held free

Save colour of blue,

Wouldst imply sad

Begs colour renew,

In the colour of life

Be the colour of you…

 

So colour me please

That I hypothesize,

To accept with ease

I’ll find empathize,

Fading life shades

May not so apprise,

We’ll soon turn blue

In a dank shady haze,

Not colour you chose

To best colour me too!