Living Alive

        – worth for the while –

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Living Alive

        – worth for the while –

It takes a while 
To finely realize,
You’d been asleep 
Oblivious to alive, 
Whilst ye be replete
For an apposite revive,
Ought so find entreat
Be of worth for the while, 
Thus as acquiescent treat
Fixates so to be living alive!
	                 ode to still being alive…


                                            © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Chet Baker’s Time After Time
Audio - recital - by Jean-Jacques Fournier


				                  written in Sweetsburg
			                                 April 12, 2022
					 

A Wandering Man

            – seeks a longer while –

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A Wandering Man            

 – seeks a longer while –                                                           

He wanders about
For trenchant life,
But without doubt
Save eonian strife,
Fixes a sure bout 
As afore afterlife,
Be willing to wait
A progeny clever,
Till ye find place
Visualizes forever,
That allows placate
For no reason ever,
This wandering man
Seeks a longer while,
Thus, so to find whole
With but copious guile
Might delay growing old!
				ode to forever young of spirit…

                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
			   
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Wandering by Steve Combs
Audio recital – by Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
March 20, 2022

“ Of Wishful Thinking ” ~ be time wasting ~

Wishful thinking

Has me wonder,

All the while

Be time wasting,

Opportunities

In the waiting,

Of held worth

Be deeds such

For life’s living,

That encourages

Doing something,

While fate decides

Blindly reaching

Shan’t abide,

Nor merits not seek

To access life giving,

As its elements deplete

Till empty be world wide,

Thru callous man’s apathy

And wastefulness implied,

Of wishful thought absurdity!

“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!