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“ Men of The Sea ” – obdurate beings –

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“ Men of The Sea ”

                  – obdurate beings –

On steel hull ships

In days of old,

Sail hardened men

The story told,

Of rusty hearts

And tempers short,

Whose tired grunts

Would find exhort,

Spoke fitful streams

Of words bone thin…

With guarded eyes  

And gnarled limbs,

They navigate

The lonely seas,

From dust to dawn

To burn or freeze,

Despite their brawn

Will find to cower,

As Lucifer spawns

Upon their superstitions…

In life replete

With boding myths,

And nightly demons

Who so disrupt,

The tattered dreams

Said heard compose,

The damning screams

Of obdurate beings,

That be men of the sea!  

                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier                                               

                              written in Vence, Fr                                                                                         

.                                            January 20, 2002      

 Painting, Brager, by Jean-Baptiste Henri Durand                             

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“ Sandboxes ” – and rainbows –

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“ Sandboxes ”

              – and rainbows –

                              revisited –

Time played us so

Carefree of puerile,

As though forever

We’d live the while,

In wishful rainbows

That so beguiled,

Till hint of shadow

When of a sudden,

We’re cast adrift

Of childhood days,

Denied of sandboxes

Thus to find our way…

Now adult vision

Edges to fashion,

Of chance choices

In unlike passions,

Be soon worn thin

Held best assume,

Find remote whim

Of wearisome spins…

Yet period plagues

With insipid wishes,

And easy daydreams

Of undying rainbows,

In sandbox dwellings!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                    o.v. 1st written Summer of 1983, in LA, California

         Painting, Children playing in a sandbox by James Le Jeune

                     Music, Kevin MacLeod – Incompetech Air Prelude #15

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“ The Hat ” – tit for tat –

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“ The Hat ”

– tit for tat –

He wore the hat

To dress his head,

Tho tit for tat

And so with dread,

He wares it now

Hides pilus dead,

Or gone so thin,

It fails be coaxed

To grow back in,

Thus pate regrets

That bushy hair,

Of peacock fame

Beyond repair,

Held chose delimit

Its germinal game,                                              

Evokes sad memory                                                

Of his lamented mane!

                                                                                                                                                                                                          © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

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“ That Comfort ” ~ of resolve ~

You live with an issue

That stresses excess,

Thus until out of tissue

You’re forced address,

With corrective venue

Holds offer regress,

For needy disinvolve

That comfort will asset,

Hence set-up dissolve

That allows find repress,

In life’s thin resolve

Comfort will redress,

While fate confabulates absolve

Though it leaves you out of breath,

You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!

                                                                       

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ He Is As One ” ~ with he who lives inside ~

 

He is as one

With he whom resides

Abidingly inside,

Who lived within

When body draped

With youthful skin,

Yet he who be therein

Albeit much the same,

Not so the he we see

Worn more than thin,

With cragged façade

Those years did carve,

Upon a now worn lad

The while resides as one,

With he who lives inside!

 

                                                       ode to they who have arrived

 

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“ A State ” ~ of coulda, woulda, shoulda ~

 

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!

 

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” To Reinvent ” ~ one more time ~

 

Life tends imply

It be no longer,

Than a wink

Or a wave goodbye,

So reach to think

Of years lucent,

As time wears thin

And soon be spent,                   

When soul therein

Suggest ones done

From life now spun,

Hence without fuss

Foster what ye must

For one more time,

Thus so to reinvent!

 

 

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“ Thin Skin ” ~ of time ~

Move on

It’s but one turn,

In your thin skin

Of time,

Make room

Tho you may think

You are immune,

With feelings young,

Enough to change

With each full moon…

 

Your nature

To take risk

Back then be fine,

When a near miss

Be akin to easy kiss, 

Save but life now

Holds near the winter

Of your seasons,

Calls for reason…

 

So think ahead

The while you find

To keep your head,                                              

For quite  likely

You’ve feelings

Of good stead,

Those left behind

Yet far from dead,          

Though well ahead,

Of held thin skin of time!