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

“ The Raven ” – a mysterious fellow –

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Be the raven’s bent

In a populous stead,

Did ye gods ferment

He be of noble head,

Thus to be potentate

Rates occupy a state,

For the raven to lead

As he’ll find placate,

In mind and in deed

Despite he so deigns,

Be notion one heeds

As held cause of bane…

 

Too long perceived

Said distorted vein,

Of pods vulgar seed

Be ill-informed say,

To induce bias feed

Will imply be stray,

Yet will recall face

Of kind behaviour,

No matter the place

To share information,

Among fellow ravens

That identify humans,

Who mean recognize

A genius well proven…

 

Thus so cawing bellows

Assumes adorns the heavens,

Till be croaks rendered hollow

To attest be a mysterious fellow!

 

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ Let Me In ” ~ I want to live ~

Let me in, he pled,

I’m so frightened

And so hungry

I’m near dead,

Thus in a world

Without a stead,

He finds has bled

Away the heart

Of they he’d beg,

A place to start

That he may live,

Among the fated

Who would give,

Tho humble gift

Said kindly deed,

Plied moral lift

That he may seed

Enough for those,

Who needed feed

The debt one feels

To they who chose,

Should let him in

That he may live!

                                       ode to they who chose to let in,

the ravaged by war and terror…

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier      

 

“ Of Skeptics ” ~ cryptic seed ~

‘Tis but the hand
Of skeptics,
Would impart
Their cryptic seed,
That germinates
Its sorry feed,
Said instigates
Worn pessimism,
While in the face
Of man’s betrayal,
Stirs cynics wide
That so impedes
Ones trust naïve,
Thus to deride
Man’s consciousness
Of earth’s demise,
Who callous to amends
Suffers life’s fleeting bide!

“ My World ” ~ in retrospect ~

 

What will be left

In retrospect,

Held be my world

Of living things,

Unenviable at best,

Since we allowed

To risk their nest,

Piloted by men

Of gargantuan rapacity,

Apathetic to amend…

 

Thus for unwary child

Who finds not heed,

How will he survive

Man’s destructive seed,

Souring the air he breathes!