“ They Walk Alone ” in a faceless world –

                  

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“ They Walk Alone ”

             – in a faceless world –                

 They walk alone
 On crowded streets,
 These vacant beings 
 Suffering defeat,
 Trudging on feelings
 Found bittersweet,
 Despite bewilderment
 Held negated souls,
 In constant lament 
 For the cadence holds,
 The bulk of a life spent
 On their weary feet,
 As human refuse 
 On a deathly beat, 
 Who seek refuge
 In a mingy world replete…  

 Routed in despair
 Most lay in wait,
 For their decay
 To transfer hells, 
 While with false hope
 These human shells, 
 Pray fate awakes
 Would thus impel,
 And so reach out       
 Hence fore too late,                                                                                 
 When they’ll arrived
 At fated final hell,                                                     
 Yet so to walk alone
 Thus in a faceless world!   

                 A nudge on today’s world...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier  
November 2, 2020 
    
 Pictures – public/ private collection...
 Music – excerpt of Alone Together, by Chet Baker...  

“ That Pope ” ~ be but a man ~

Who is that man

We know as pope,

Speaks of his god

In guarded hope,

Yet but a notion

He finds to cloud

Anomic motion,

Thus  pope’s nod

Tries realize,

Deeds  worth born

Thru wise contrive,

Wants reach out

To obviate scorn

Of all who doubt,

Self-serve beliefs

Of ambiguous gods,

Begs we question

Ill fated concepts,

Whose insecure souls

Must suffer its tenet,

Said reflections of man mad

In a world of self-destruction!

                                                                                ode to Udo for inspiring

                                                                       this poem on now Pope Francesco,

                                                                    possibly the greatest in modern history!

“ This Old House ” ~ held together ~

 

This old house

Has old bones,

With old slate

Roofs old stone,

On old wood,

That gives birth

To feel good,

As keen souls

Who are whole

Be such lovers,

Held together

Like this old house!