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“ Where The Lost Abound ” – desperate to be whole –

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“ Where The Lost Abound ”

                      – desperate to be whole –

In small cafes,

I sat around

Watching arrays

Of lost abound,

There but to play

Said morose lives,

That slip away

With wary anguish…






I linger here





To write of life,





That so abounds





In abysmal strife,





Till muse absconds





Urge to describe,





Their sad parade





In a despondency





That blurs its find,





Yet when about





To write the line,





Their faces fade                                                                                      





 As tho I’m blind…










So as I glimpse





This pot-pourri,





A mere semblance





Of the reality I see,





In a poor writ play





Of wretched beings,  





Moving mindlessly





Looking for a soul,                      





As they move round, 





Desperate to be whole





Thru that turbulent sea,                                                                                     





Where the lost abound!





                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier





Music, Lazy Sunday- by Smooth Jazz





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“ Men of The Sea ”  – obdurate beings –

	


		

		
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“ Men of The Sea ”


                  – obdurate beings –


On steel hull ships


In days of old,


Sail hardened men


The story told,


Of rusty hearts


And tempers short,


Whose tired grunts


Would find exhort,


Spoke fitful streams


Of words bone thin…


With guarded eyes  


And gnarled limbs,


They navigate


The lonely seas,


From dust to dawn


To burn or freeze,


Despite their brawn


Will find to cower,


As Lucifer spawns


Upon their superstitions…


In life replete


With boding myths,


And nightly demons


Who so disrupt,


The tattered dreams


Said heard compose,


The damning screams


Of obdurate beings,


That be men of the sea!  


                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier                                                


                              written in Vence, Fr                                                                                          


.                                            January 20, 2002       


 Painting, Brager, by Jean-Baptiste Henri Durand