“ Dream Merchants ” – be not what they seem –

The merchants of dream

Are not what they seem,

Hence I caution beware

If ye chance let them in,

Apathetic to a risky dare

Know exploit they within,

As dream merchants play

So to get neath your skin,

Till trapped made to stay…

 

Of their dreams be alert

Tho you might judge fair,

They’ll distort and divert

As you indulge their spin,

What’s at stake be aware

You may find but chagrin,

And a pawn for their fare…

 

Ye soon find be soul bare

Tho merchants find grin,

At feed of deviant affairs

Best not chance ye begin,

For wise ought avoid airs

Of the narcissistic strings,

Held to keep you unaware

Of dreams ne’er fated fair…

 

Dream merchants shroud

They but sell their hot air,

Fake fine weather clouds

And what gullible bears,

Of ne’er ending sunshine

During hurricane seasons…

 

Their dreams of effusion

Suggest wouldst be real,

Are but empty illusions

With an unfulfilled zeal,

When too late to discover

Soul they managed steal,

As self crafted merchants

Of dreams meant disappear!

                                                                 a dedication to vivid imaginations,

                                                                        in search of honesty and meritocracy…

                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ Brothers ” – for but a time –

Be fortunes lost,

And later read

Of human cost,

Be of men dead

By fortunes lost,

Near nation wide

While few survived

Those who did cried,

Brother please

Can you spare a dime,

Was prelude to the times…

 

While not my bide

Yet fore I’m dead,

Or you have read

Of my defunct hide,

Tho shan’t beg dimes

Might you not now

On another’s take,

Allow be doubt

On once held debate,

For soon we be deaths bate,

Hence spare the while alive

Just for but a time,

To be that brother mine!

 

                                                         ode to a lost brother

An old but timeless story, from biblical to ongoing times,

alas of generic proportion…

                                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Dwindling Morrows ” – set to fix day’s mad pace –

In today’s epoch life haste

Find dwindling morrows,

Set to fix day’s mad pace

With view ever so narrow,

Man may no longer waste

Or chance we may borrow,

If but to finish a life’s race

Held ‘tis fates meager sow,

Now blasé to reach a place

Held squandered long ago,

Long afore life near effaced!

 

                                                            Ode to the reality we’ve to live with,

                                                             until the world powers truly awaken,

                                                             to the likes of a vocal Greta Thunberg!

                                                             May she and our world youth ignite they,

                                                             with the power to save our planet. I beg…                                                     

                                                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                                                       September 28, 2019

 

 

“ Singlehood ” – rather in between –

I am pleased and honoured to share with you a Vimeo version of my poem

“Singlehood” – rather in between – said poem… performed, directed and

produced, by the very creative Rebecca Budd who hails from Vancouver, BC

See links below…

Enjoy!

https://vimeo.com/361225526

https://soundcloud.com/rebecca_clanmother/singlehood-with-jean-jacques-fournier

 

Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ Fury ” – cause of chicanery –

‘Tis construe be said fury,

Tho it be of man’s nature

For mind endured scurry,

To dispel passion blusters

Afore immutable blurry,

Set off by inducing anger

Leading beyond ferocity,

That man needs to waiver

Before state leads to rage,

Born of furious behaviour

Blind to objective engage,

In lieu of mended adverse,

Which affirms declaration,

Of man’s unnoticed apathy

As to concede he’d ignored

What describes best shown,

Of claimed hell hath no fury

Like a woman said scorned,

Be man’s cause of chicanery

That ignites daubs of misery,

Thus the feed that spurs fury!

 

                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

 

 

“ Another Minute ” – then again –

Another minute

If not shorter,

There is a limit

Eventual fewer,

A matter lends

Now then again,

For time to end

But not before,

Ye make amend

For wasted time,

We do so spend

Be it a minute,

One left behind,

Or in between

Absent of mind,

We seek to gain

What will unfold,

Even to stumble

As age takes hold,

Be taste of humble

The while unfolds,

Be another minute

Endures life’s toll,

Taken for granted

Presumes one find

Not empty handed

Tho beyond reach

Of another minute

Be wonted then again!

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                                                     ode to a very dear friend,

                                                                         Louise Fleischmann,

                                                           celebrating her Virgo Happy Birthday,

                                                                        today August 30, 2019