A Trio of Poetic Echoes…

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Frivolity

The commodify,

Of laisse faire  

Speaks of oddity,

To find fly an affair

Taken with frivolity!

Façade

You find look

Be oppression,

Beyond brook

Of expression,

Despite its façade

Charts blindly sad!

Conscience

You are aware,

Yet knowingly

Without care,

Tho insentience

Finds admittance,

Of a conscience!

                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier
  
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                              ov - written in Sweetsburg, January 31, 2021 

“ 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!

“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~

There’s a place
In a women’s mind,
Has visual acuity
Which envisions,
The innate grace
Of another’s face,
Neath the surface
Of a ravaged hide,
Discerns axiom’s bide…

‘Tis said her insight
Detects beyond
The fated decline,
As seen thru her eyes
Points to hindsight
That enables obscure,
The scaring havoc
Of life journey’s tour,
Save lives within
Speaks clear of time
Marred by chagrin,
Finds actuate her acuity!

“ The Artist ” ~ would fashion vision ~

From the artist

Comes an impulse,

That gives birth,

To want explore

That which expresses,

A creative singularity…

 

Be block of marble

Carved to find shape

Wouldst release soul…

A stretch of canvas

Begs for colour bold

Hence to explore

Story pleads be told…

Indite to so compose

Words writer means

Create a picture,

Of vibrant telling    

To fashion visions,

Man can so imagine…

 

And when deed be done        

Though then long gone,

They’ve left our world

A culturally better one!         

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