I am pleased to inform that “Inner Child Press International” has chosen to publish three of my poems, as a featured poet, for their February 2019 issue. The poems are Bells of Warning – a survival assistance -, Conjugated People – by shade – and Food For Thought – not quite for life –
Also to visit ” Year of the Poet VI, click “Inner Child Press International”
It has been told,
A man’s journey
Means to unfold,
From rather hazy
To a life whole,
With limits
Reaching bold,
When fate mandates
Man must have soul,
To suffer restless roads
And redeem his quondam hold,
For an ever unpredictable journey
We’ve to so effort toward life whole!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
A new book of Poetry on a Canapé, by Jean-Jacques Fournier
This is to announce the publication of my 15th book of poems.
Chaos – a human side of man –
a Poetry on a Canapé book,
For more information and a preview of the book, click here
You’d come to be
Aware of options,
That set you free
Of blind caution,
A right of choice
To take a chance,
Albeit with degree
Of failed advance,
Stolid to repartee
Of critic endured,
In this stage of life
Bordering mature,
When chances rife
Tho ne’er assured,
Be for good or bad
Ye can’t fail but see,
That a right of choice
Forever belongs to me!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Oh so often we apologize
Just to make amends,
Or avoid being chastised
We effort find portend,
Till failing begs apprise
We seek impede condemn,
Fated waning enterprise
Of which we learn contend,
As time gorges on our pride
That leaves but dust to mend,
With a soupçon of recall guise
For the loss of once held friend,
With otiose apologies to expiate demise!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I grieve for time
Passing unseen,
Tho anxiously
I try redeem,
An absurd task
Held be a dream,
Behind the mask
That only seems,
To assuage its fear
Now less than keen,
When down the line
Reality holds clear,
That life I left behind
Actualizes many years,
Yet neglected tell my mind
There be life beyond the tears,
For obtusely squandered designs
That has me grieving, now ill timed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
We’re held believe,
Life offers beings
A state perceived,
As an apostrophe
Of human needs,
Held best allayed
By transient bond,
Save best ignored
Till they abscond,
Supernumeraries
Of guile abound,
With ignobility
Of such ineptness,
As to apostrophizing
To form a connection,
Holds short imagining
Word worth excogitation!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
