Mirror, Mirror

                            – on the wall –

                   – on the wall –

Mirror, mirror

On the wall

Hard to show

My face at all,

You make it seem

Like it was mauled …

Mirror, nearer

Your torment,

Can have me cry

And looking bent,

Instead of shy                                                                     

Of seeming spry

As it has meant…

Mirror, closer

You discuss,

A weathered face

Shows craggy crust, 

Made hopeless case,

Ne’er as it must…

Mirror, mirror

Now violator

In melancholy state,

Alas ye so deface

A shan’t be salved

Thru your efface,

A torturous onguent

For a losing case,

Mete by a malfeasant

As held mirror on the wall!

                  

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

 written in Grasse Fr

 March 9, 2013

Edited September 5, 2026

Inhuman

          – ain’t necessarily so –

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Inhuman

          – ain’t necessarily so –

As ye shun circumstance 
Had interpreted ill shown,
To a fit considered stance
A bit distorted as known, 
For a compunctioned anx
Found it suggest inhuman,
Tho it ain’t necessarily so
To find be far from human,
One to see image thru hand,
Has blind man stroke tableau
That tell his heart understands,
What it bore ain’t necessarily so     
Yet alas would alter fit as a human!

            ©️ Jean-Jacques Fournier 

                      written in Sweetsburg
                           August 16, 2026

 Image - Wikimedia Commons                         
 Music – Excerpt of TBA
 Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier     

Of Morrows

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           – then and now –

Ne’er need to wonder
What the morrows be,
Twas before and after
Could stay facile free, 
For gods that meander
If thy reach a morrow,
Afore fits end wander
Hence a then and now 
Despite curios borrow,
Inadvertent tell us how
Held gods find plunder,
From you and from me
Attain hereafter wonder 
As place fits morrow be,
Then now or yet maybe!

            ©️ Jean-Jacques Fournier 

                      written in Sweetsburg
                           August 16, 2026
     	           Edit August 17, 2026

 Image - Wikimedia Commons                         
 Music – Excerpt of TBA
 Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

Life Ahead

            – of living dead –

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Life Ahead

             – of living dead –

All those years
Of may’ve said,
To lack of cheer
For a life ahead,  
No longer clear
Tho be its stead,
Ye can yet hear
As living dead,
End gets closer 
Tis so I’ve read,
Possibly darker 
Thus so a stead,
Ye will discover 
That lies ahead,
Neath a surface
Not plus as said, 
Nor be a feeling
Ye might’ve pled,
Or tried discover
Tho to fixate late,
Yet could so liven
By extending state,
The while be given
A hint of living dead,
Thus in ye gods heaven 
Might be your life ahead!


                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier  


 written in Montréal
 March 17, 2003
 Edited in Sweetsburg 
 August 11, 2026

Life’s Stead

        – as ye reach ahead –

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         – as ye reach ahead –

A year now gone 
Thus so too fast,
Find next along
Mayn’t see pass,
For hast amiss
Awhile it lasts,
An evoked kiss
As not aghast, 
Be if you miss
Or ye fail ask,
Shy to persist
To fit end fast, 
Save find gone
Or fix hide alas,
Withhold strong
A life’s stead lack,
As ye reach ahead...

Nigh told as yet
In ye gods care,
Be mock regret
Or but shadows,
Your life begets,
To find propose 
Tho inapt riddle
Bound ye forget,
Not so be puzzle, 
Until fits matter
Did avoid dread,
Of but to scatter 
Via hazy spread, 
Held be smarter
Best concentrate
Long afore dead,
If ignoring strife
Thru life’s stead, 
Is what goes rife
As ye reach ahead!

              © Jean-Jacques Fournier
                                                                                                 
 written in Sweetsburg 
 August 1, 2026
Edited August 8, 2026

Dreamscape

      – in a perilous place –

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Dreamscape

      – in a perilous place –

Lapsed dreamscape
Of rhythmic sounds,
Is in perilous place
Yet aberrantly bound,
For lovers enfoldment 
Will rouse until found,
Fitting neath life lent
Hence thus to astound,
Beyond held its lament
Bar it cry on the brink,
If fixate anecdotic face
Is far off implied think,   
Thus now in irate space
Holds reach despite hazy,
Ne’er meant set replace,
A dreamscape turning lazy
Fixed in a perilous place!

based on old familiar story,
 for a friend of errant ways...

© Jean-Jacques Fournier
rewritten in Sweetsburg
	July 24, 2026
    Text edit July 28, 2026

Imagery - private & public 
Music - excerpt of Nomyn Dreamscape
Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier

Thoughts

      – rain upon my mind –

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Thoughts

      – rain upon my mind –

Seems at times
Are of thoughts
Yet on my mind,
Afar from forgot
Stayed until finds,
Tho hadn't sought 
Be all that remind,
One life's ill chose
What lessens grind,
As yonder compose 
Thence be but blind,
Found strain did stop,  
Wouldst want instead
Hence precedes adopt,
Twas gods plans ahead
Instigating the thoughts, 
Fated rain upon my mind! 

          © Jean-Jacques Fournier

written in Sweetsburg
July 19, 2026
edit July 26, 2026  

Imagery - Wikimedia Commons…
Music - Late night Jazz by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier

Pushing for Morrows

           – wasted more than tasted –

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          – wasted more than tasted –

I kept pushing
For tomorrow,
Never reasoned
I’d find sorrow,
That impulsion
Set momentum, 
To fast tracking 
Life’s deliriums,
The gods incline
Then but ignore,
We’ve lost track
To soon implore,
They push back
Be hands of time… 

I now consider
Do with regret,
Push morrows
I yearned mete,
With a impetus
Finds but beget,
Had sped away 
The fleeting life, 
I may’ve wasted 
More than tasted, 
The few morrows
Held miserly gods,
Did stingily bestow…

Be thus morrows
Just like tis at sea, 
A thin boy sorrow                
Beyond longer be, 
Nor warrant of joy
Be no matter to plea, 
Pushing for morrows
Ye gods find press be,
More wasted than taste!
 	                                                                                                       	                                                                            
          © Jean-Jacques Fournier
     
1st written in Sweetsburg 
January 4, 2008
re-post July 11, 2026 

Natacha

  – lives in bronze –

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Natacha

  – lives in bronze –

Natacha now as cast
Be a probed thought,
Alas in bronze to last
Needn’t so be taught,
Tis history of her past
Of the Miocene epoch,
Holds couldst be swan
Its splendor be as such, 
Infers tis like the fawn
Span millions of years,
Set from dusk to dawn 
For beauty disappears, 
The while seems fazed
As memory reappears, 
Whilst be in a live way
Well afar human fears,
Ne’er chased by glaives
Tho unpredictably near...

Thence meant for raves
Of spite shapely curves,
Fixed in dreamlike gaze
Would negate ill reserve,
In a charmed lure’s win
Command full attention, 
To hand neath her chin
Supports an expression,
As forced muse in a spin
Be Natacha live in bronze!

             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 Sculpture by Jacques LeNantec
               France 1990 
Poem by Jean-Jacques Fournier
            Canada 2026

written in Sweetsburg 
Cowansville Que, Ca.
by Jean-Jacques Fournier
July 9, 2026

Nakedness

         – at birth of mans state –

The Kiss by Rodin

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         – at birth of mans state –

Be birth a nude place
Held as a lifes arrival,
Twas its agrestal wait
In nakedness survival, 
While nature placates 
And life is awakening
For yet human animal,
Forever in the making 
Ne’er assured reliable,
Seek gratify amending
Despite incisive fables,
Ye can but hope to find
The enlightenment able,  
With nakedness of mind
Be at birth of mans state!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier
	
written in Sweetsburg PQ, Ca.
July 2, 2026

Imagery - Auguste Rodin & Camille Claudel                 
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Music - excerpt of, Chet Baker