We walk about
Held be human,
Allude forever
To so function,
Claim a stance
Above another,
Borders extant
Far from other,
Of mortal man
Said corporeal,
Having a mind
Debatable real,
Tho often time
Musters appeal,
Of tilted regard
That fail conceal,
His soul’s discard
Hides there upon,
A genuine human
Nigh wholly gone,
Reached near extant
Finds robot for his pawn,
Till swallowed as its servant!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
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
From an early age
You learn to move,
And thus engage
Though behooves,
A youthful apathy
Of apposite adage,
Save such be stage
Of likely oblivion,
Finds cause negate
Unripe constraints,
Who’s yet to image
Life’s peregrinate,
To eventual restraint!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
On my mind
Be a thought
I beg hold,
Plead ought
Despite told,
Stated recall
Running cold,
As age’s gift
Aims uphold,
Its fated way
To so define,
A wary play
For its time,
Be a thought
In grey mind,
Slipping away
Denied bind,
Despite sway
Means to find,
Its abject guide,
That it may stay
As thought of worth ,
To indulge fading days!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I ponder the lot
Of a horse,
Who has caught
Endless days
In the rain,
How he must feel
To suffer its bane,
As he ingests grass
In meadows too wet,
That verges morass
Nature chose beset,
On pasture he links
To life giving fests,
While hunger persists
Thus imaged bethinks
In this life he submits,
Fails to be in the pink!
ode to friends Michèle & Thomas
the ultimate horse lovers
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
