– from here to there –
On The Run
– from here to there –
Getting nowhere
In particular,
Holds baby bare
Not yet articular,
From here to there
Out of the picture,
Be on the run
In quest of future!
ode to neglectful man lost...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
– holds persistent –
Revisited
Ye expect be alive From child unclad, To babbles’ demise Beyond level of fad, Tho a coherent wise Who appears to add, In an aging disguise As the raison d’être, Proposed comprise Might not be a fête, Afore another face In spell given hand, Occupies life space To say you’re alive, Finds living the race Ye’d drag to survive, Best before final date Find delay grave fate, May not end so brave When be made to face, Despite eke of last steps You will do so with grace, The while holds persistent Too soon for another face!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
December 23, 2022
– I want to get off –
Stop The Clock
Stop the clock
I want to get off,
Until I’ve caught
My sorry breath,
If not, slow down
To stay my death,
Till I have found
This crazy race,
A way around
Will slow its pace,
That may not lead
To injudicious waste,
Thus, so I’ll plead,
Where rest in peace
Tho but a grim place,
For the god’s caprice
Is to fix one’s final state,
Hence be, neath the ground!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Space/Sci-Fi Music -
Space Ambience
by Alexander Nakarada
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
February 20, 2013
edited version
for book #19
December 20, 2022
– fore to hind –
– fore to hind –
Persistent mind
On the façade,
Of fore to hind
No pasquinade,
Wouldst define
Nor satire’s aid,
Thus, so in time
Will play a game,
Not feigning blind
Ne’er ye find same,
To suffer a like mind
Nigh as fixated to change,
Tho be born in man’s façade!
Ode to they of so-called,
nonconformist persuasion...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image – Wikimedia Commons
Music - Almost Blue by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
December 4, 2021
edited December 13, 2022
– of endurance be –
– of endurance be
A face means see Shouts yet alive, As endurance be Holds to survive, Save want to flee As a mindset cast, Now beyond plea Sets destined last, Force to embrace In sardonic mask, Lifes quest to taste By a mindset cast, Of endurance be An inhuman state...
Despite fated date
Ye’d meant to last,
In a worn-out state
Yet drag one’s past,
Thru system replete
End be in one’s grave,
The while ye’d to face
By then far from brave,
Wouldst do so with grace!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Everytime We Say Goodbye
Scott Hamilton - Pure Imagination
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Montreal published in Sweetsburg December 11, 2022
– be the way home –
Listen to audio
– be the way home –
I’ve wandered past
Where wise gave way,
Perchance too fast
For image to stay,
Be of home alas
Found not at bay...
For held memory
Of insistent places,
Would thus convey
As a fixed oasis,
Be the right way
Afore life soon passes,
You’ll find this road
Be the way home!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Ode to my Roma,
past present and timeless,
as one’s transcendent home,
thus, be Italia...!
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - excerpt of Round Midnight, by Chet Baker
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
December 9, 2022
– of fates longevity –
– of fates longevity –
The Face
An ancient face
Sooner or later,
Made to look on
Hopeful for better,
To yet be around
Still a minds voice,
That opposites found
Best be natures choice,
Tho life gift a mite short
One hopes the cause moults,
But pleads will to make strong
Naught ye’d want source revolt,
Whilst held liable gods sleep along
Till shape be the face, of fates longevity!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
written in Sweetsburg
November 26, 2022
edited December 5, 2022
Imagery - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Excerpt of Fantasia for Soprano Saxophone
Heitor Villa-Lobos
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
Thru shady light,
Fixed traces be
In still of night,
A face I am to see
Set in a staid life,
Yours, to be returned
From an inhuman place…
In time dawn’s shadows,
Might dim the cruelty
That carved its path,
To manner evidently
A paranormal flesh
That, reads as brail,
In a face lined like mesh
Imprint of like chain mail....
Imaged on grievous faces,
Begs end held memory
In recalls of life fleeting,
Phantoms of past journeys
Emerge in these raw faces,
Thus, from an inhuman place!
Ode to man’s rush for the future,
with a recall for our fading memories...
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Image - Wikimedia Commons
Music - Almost Blue by Chet Baker
Audio - Jean-Jacques Fournier
ov written in Montréal
January 2, 2002
rewrote in Sweetsburg
December 1, 2022
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Poetry on a canapé 