Thumbs Up

– a gladiators’ Rome-

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Thumbs Up

      – a gladiators’ Rome –

Held be thumbs up

Meant slaves bade,

A grant of life just

Tho short accolade,

Spares ye as lion sup

Feast so on gladiator,

Or as gladiatrix lust

Would a thumbs down,

Send we to an early grave

Assures one’s final round,

Will realize time’s fated age

Chose whisper of deaths await,

Faint yet by an abjured persuade

As the obscured days of old did rate,

Reminiscent so of a gladiators’ Rome!

          This gesture has its roots, 
                          in the days of Caesar,
                                  be then gladiators’ Roma...
Audio - Recital, by Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music - Rise of the Phoenix, proudmusiclirrary.com 
Imagery – Assorted Private & Public


written in Sweetsburg
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
August 28, 2021

Brother – can you spare the time –

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Brother

       – can you spare the time –

The while not my bide
To thus beg for a dime,
For my perishing hide 
Too soon had its time,
Hence afore I’m dead
Mightn’t one not tout,
If you hadn’t yet read
I am no more about,
For ominous debate 
May but allow doubt,
Afore I be deaths bate 
Ought find while alive,
Can you spare the time,
A word or more tho late
To be that brother mine!


                           ode to a lost brother…


		                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier
Recalling those stories
Of the great depression,
In 1929 to 1933 to WW2
Be common to the times,
Being prelude to ill ease 
Found compose a poem,
Implores please, Brother 
Can you spare a dime, 
As the situate entreats
Thus to spare the time!

Images - Private & public
Music - Misery, by Jani Ukkonen
Audio recital – Jean-Jacques Fournier



	             ov written in Sweetsburg
	                   January 19, 2013
                            abridged edition 
                              June 21, 2021




“ Brothers ” – for but a time –

Be fortunes lost,

And later read

Of human cost,

Be of men dead

By fortunes lost,

Near nation wide

While few survived

Those who did cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Was prelude to the times…

While not my bide

Yet fore I’m dead,

Be my expired hide

That you have read,

Might you not now

Allow some doubt,

On  held debate,

To spare the while alive

Afore we be deaths bate,

Just  but a time,

To be a brother mine!

                                                         ode to a lost brother

An old but timeless story, from biblical to ongoing times,

alas of generic proportion…

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Life ” ~ seems to last but days ~

I might’ve secured

A guiding hand,

Help spare endure

Suffer be damned,

Holding eye blind

Flouting scant time,

Averred be wrong

Stresses my mind,

And likely as long

As fate be inclined,

Till life fades away

I’ll taste of it wise,

As will time I so wrest

From whatever be left,

Of a meagre short stay

Held tallied in years,

Yet seems to last but days!

“ Brother ” ~ just for a time ~

 

I heard it said

Men’s fortunes died,

And later read

Near nation wide,

While few survived

Were to have cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Alas a prelude to the times…

 

It’s now my stead

Afore I’m meant to die,

Or you’d have read

About my defunct hide,

Tho I shan’t beg a dime

Might you not now

Allow yourself to doubt,

Another’s take

On our alleged debate,

For soon too we be gone,

So spare the while alive

Just for a time,

To be that brother mine!

                                                                              ode to a lost brother