“ Don’t Stop ” – for egoist thought –

There is a part of us

That will not stop,

Tugged by the other

With egoist thought,

On all that matters

Of living life sought,

As an ultimate factor

Would dissertate not,

What the other fosters

Said vantage together,

For what soul bought

And so found garner,

As life’s integral state

Tho now to discover,

Be of dubious grace

Soul can but borrow,

Our meagre lifespan

Held bogus of equity,

Amounting to nought

Puts aside be self-pity,

With a brief time allot

For extent it shall hold,

That may ne’er realize,

Dream of eon time bold

In borrowed life so implied…

 

Yet want be part of don’t stop

Thus to prevent a love nought,

Who’d shed a want to be alive

Whose life together be a must,

From ye newborn to grown old

Said reaching so until near dust!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ Old Lovers ” – neath layers of bold cover –

Old lovers do know,

Of a love be above

In time would show,

From a simple love

To true love be so,

When it will reveal

Held prone to grow,

Fate did fix it real

Be from its arrival,

Has you beholding

For love yet unreal,

Tho feels beholden

To heart’s appeal,

Save love finds flee

With lover disorder,

As such beings we be

Want to hold forever,

Tho will find to agree

True love’s the beggar,

Said to be for one’s love

The while fail to discover,

Be what tells an old lover

Neath layers of bold cover,

Be love fashioned for others

And what help they’d bestow,

For determined young lovers

Be of love they’ll want know,

Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!

 

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

“ A Love Story ” – afore the after blinds –

It started with a feeling

Tho beguiling to define,

Tells of uneasy needing

To discover love in time,

Tho may want kneading

To render a strong bind,

Should spirit risk expire

The while ye be inclined,

To sort out your desires

And meld a latent heart,

Beyond sentient intrigue

Yet afore the after blinds,

Ye so find to be in league

With a love to fill a mind,

Ye discovered unfamiliar

Amending for each other,

As to shape a certain play

Fashioned but to uncover,

A love story found to stay

With its long felt hunger,

To ne’er waver over time

Despite emotive blunders,

Be affection one will find,

In our held love paradigm!     

                                                                        Inspired by my friends RM & CS

                                                                            In Montecatini Terme, Toscana Italia

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

New Publication – “Inner Child Press International” – The Year of the Poet VI for February 2019 – Featured Poets

I am pleased to inform that “Inner Child Press Internationalhas 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 –

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Also to visit ” Year of the Poet VI,  click   “Inner Child Press International

 

 

 

 

“ Journeying ” ~ toward life whole ~

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

 

 

“ Right of Choice ” – for good or bad –

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