Who will know When we arrive, The road to go To thus survive, As fellow human Found yet alive, Knowing naught Of who we follow, Did find bestow But dubious plan, For a life hollow We naïvely accept, Tho so contrived As inimical deed, The likes devised By powers of greed, We’d failed advised Be iniquitous mislead!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier ov written in Sweetsburg October 27, 2021
I endeavour to be there
For alleged fellowman,
Whose illusionary care
Rejects an offered hand,
Has humanity in doubt
That he fails understand,
What transience is about
Links affair to be human,
Save finds a contradiction
In homo sapiens’ acumen,
As to mans interpretation
With a passion to contrive,
We’d ignored his fixations
The while we’re still alive,
Yet ‘twould be our inaction
Cause averts man to survive,
And procrastinating factions
Who’d be hell bent to divide,
Thus we’d not live to next tide!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Though some profess
Knowing what I think,
Divining thus, at best
Held a dubious blink,
Yet claim pursuer eyes
Find enter with a wink,
Adept at reading wise
Human or robotized,
In man too often blind
Hence so to scrutinize,
A baseless notional line
Of thought unrealized,
Alleged did fit my mind
Asserting ‘tis not guise,
This thought said known
Might ne’er materialize,
As knowing what I think
May not want to survive!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
If we’re to survive
Thus on this earth,
In a world less alive
Has need of rebirth,
Be ordinary people
With zeal of worth,
That renders viable
A means to unearth,
Find rescue remains
Save suffer the worst,
Holds be not in vain
Or deride mans thirst,
To keep planet alive…
So forego do-gooders
Along with currency
For self aggrandizers,
A claimer’s summery
Of deceitful attribute,
To overlook history
Of evil distribute,
Destroying the many
A concern uninhibited,
Held by people of plenty…
Alas look for people
Of coordinate kind,
Be ordinary people
With a planet in mind!
‘Tis gathering storm
Of man said human,
Rendered deformed
By duplicitous demon,
Though given be life
As a privileged plus,
Man soon found ways
To turn planet to dust,
Where child eventual
May survive only just,
Thus so but the telling
He’d bow to fate’s say,
Fixed by man’s doing
In orchestrated play,
Distorting life journey
In a world gone astray,
Held to flee or to stand
On a predestined bane,
Of his narcissistic plan
In a gathering storm,
That has run out of rain!
begs find contradiction in time…!
Why so strive,
Ne’er knowing
If attempts
At realism
Will survive,
Thus so to find
A pragmatic
State of mind,
Treats no offers
Of dubious tempt
Or bleak design,
As sad enactments
Of relics in erst time,
For reality we seek
Ever suffers vague define,
Yet we’ll persist
In spite of every miss!
In the beginning
Declared alive,
Tho not forever
We’re to survive,
Nor be the wiser
Save few clever,
Saw worth persist
Embrace alive,
Subject decides
Goals not forever,
Bids why so devised …
Thus man’s mind
Of tenacious bind,
Aims fashion delay
To a shortish stay,
While not eternal
Seeks fix revision,
To alter ways vision
Life sees road’s bend,
Might find sidestep end!
man’s ever ludicrous dream
Before I reach
That lonely place,
Let me reside
While I’m alive,
Close by her side
In that embrace
Of each day’s best,
Which lets me hear
That joyous fest
Of her voice near,
Alluding to be clear
Love will survive,
Until I am no longer!
I am the fox
Who goals survive,
Through foxy guile
And wise mind gate,
But to remain alive
Man must with haste,
Shed inhuman state
Of failing world’s fate,
He unwittingly devised!
One ought want find
Avoid the pall,
Of a state inclined
To suffer stall,
Abiding coulda
To survive,
A mental bent
Of less than wild,
Thru vacillating
In woulda tried,
Instead of plunging
Both feet in the tide,
Though ne’er but clear
One shoulda chose the ride,
Save to discover the other side
Of procrastinator’s thin abide,
To suffer coulda, woulda, shoulda,
And thus forgoing the worth while!
Poetry on a Canapé 