Another Face

           – holds persistent –

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Another Face

           – holds persistent –

Wouldst expect live
From child unclad,
To babbles’ demise 
Beyond level of sad, 
Save coherent wise 
Who appear to add,
Purpose comprised
Of a raison d’être,
Afore another face
Need not be a fête,
In spell given hand
Occupies life space, 
Thus, living the race,
That says you’re alive
Best before final date,
Ye so drag to survive 
Find delay grave fate,
May not end so brave
When be made to face,
Despite eke of last steps
You will do so with grace,
The while holds persistent
Be too soon for another face! 

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

  Image - Wikimedia Commons                         
  Music – excerpt of Almost Blue by Chet Baker
  Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier     
                                                                             ov written in Montréal 
                                                                             rewrote in Sweetsburg 
                                                                               November 30, 2022 

Merited Spell

         – man can nay tell –

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Merited Spell
         - man can nay tell -

Man can nay tell
If life disregards,
Said merited spell
Save benign bard
Bids serene dwell
Despite ye regard,
That risk may well
Be placidly marred,
By set endured hell
Of invasive sounds,
Affirm be the knell
If ye maker ignores,
Beyond human intel
Ye having long past,
Find point of return
Will fix obtain cast,
Should merited spell 
Ne’er be meant to last,
Tho a man can nay tell!


                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier 

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music – excerpt by Chet Baker, of Alone Together
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier

				               written in Sweetsburg
					        March 27, 2022	

“ Winter Seeks ” ~ cast its icy spell ~

 

On appointed day

Nature will decay,

For winter seeks

To cast its icy spell,

Hence find its way

Into its revived hell,

The while will chase

Fall from its peek,                                                         

And Frost held Jack

Means claim its stake

From world now grey,

To render frigid white

A winter’s blustery wake…

 

“ The Devil ” ~ is upstairs ~

I hear the patter

Of a prancer,

Held the devil

Playing dancer,

On the floor

Upstairs,

Came from hell

Just to frolic,

In a manner

Casts a spell,

Her intention

Guised to prance

Impishly carefree,

Issues to imbue

In a rhythm

Off the wall,

That conforms

To a voodoo

In an eerie storm,

She infernally performs

On the floor upstairs!

 

“ A Story Of Would ” ~ tired of good ~

 

A story of would

Speaks of a soul,

Said to be whole

Soon tired of good,

So mused he could

Choose to beguile,

Until he’d succeed

To cough up the child,

Who’d fashion seed

Ought turn the tide,

To that satanish spell

Where he might ride

The good’s other side,

So ye cads listen well

To Beelzebub tell

This tale of a ride,

For be damnably wild,

Sure to finish in hell!