Not now inferred,
Tho better now
Than never,
Having heard
That life won’t wait,
For proclivity defers
To coherent state,
With time’s demise
Means but forsake,
While one holds blindly
As master of time’s fate,
Hence to indulge full taste
Ideates point in time repeats,
Thus feigns replace life he wastes
Before that final bow it takes!
ode to the never fully present…
There is a time,
All has been said
Exceeds the line,
Of hapless dread
Reaching beyond,
Said soul be bled
By they who bond,
To destroy means
Of righting wrongs,
As empowered few
Willfully prolong,
Their financial stew
Of concocted chicanery
That maximize greed,
The while they control
All financial proceeds,
Till we succumb whole
As bankers watch bleed,
We cashless poor souls
Of ignored human needs,
Beg of credit card moles
To restore coins you feel,
Razed as ascendancy spoils!
ode to bankers & credit-card Tzars
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
Poetry on a Canapé 