There is a love
In my life,
That is the love
Of my life,
And far above
My recites,
Or gods of love
Who bid light,
A state defines
Exquisite sight,
Fate so assigns
For my delight,
Until life runs
Me out of time!
for and about Marianne,
love of my life,
in its 17th year
of thaumaturgy delight…!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
P.S. this poem will appear in my new published book #16, soon to be released, entitled;
Love – by any definition – A Collection Of Love Poems … in a Poetry on a Canapé book…
The merchants of dream
Are not what they seem,
Hence I caution beware
If ye chance let them in,
Apathetic to a risky dare
Know exploit they within,
As dream merchants play
So to get neath your skin,
Till trapped made to stay…
Of their dreams be alert
Tho you might judge fair,
They’ll distort and divert
As you indulge their spin,
What’s at stake be aware
You may find but chagrin,
And a pawn for their fare…
Ye soon find be soul bare
Tho merchants find grin,
At feed of deviant affairs
Best not chance ye begin,
For wise ought avoid airs
Of the narcissistic strings,
Held to keep you unaware
Of dreams ne’er fated fair…
Dream merchants shroud
They but sell their hot air,
Fake fine weather clouds
And what gullible bears,
Of ne’er ending sunshine
During hurricane seasons…
Their dreams of effusion
Suggest wouldst be real,
Are but empty illusions
With an unfulfilled zeal,
When too late to discover
Soul they managed steal,
As self crafted merchants
Of dreams meant disappear!
a dedication to vivid imaginations,
in search of honesty and meritocracy…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Be fortunes lost,
And later read
Of human cost,
Be of men dead
By fortunes lost,
Near nation wide
While few survived
Those who did cried,
Brother please
Can you spare a dime,
Was prelude to the times…
While not my bide
Yet fore I’m dead,
Or you have read
Of my defunct hide,
Tho shan’t beg dimes
Might you not now
On another’s take,
Allow be doubt
On once held debate,
For soon we be deaths bate,
Hence spare the while alive
Just for but a time,
To be that brother mine!
ode to a lost brother
An old but timeless story, from biblical to ongoing times,
alas of generic proportion…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
In today’s epoch life haste
Find dwindling morrows,
Set to fix day’s mad pace
With view ever so narrow,
Man may no longer waste
Or chance we may borrow,
If but to finish a life’s race
Held ‘tis fates meager sow,
Now blasé to reach a place
Held squandered long ago,
Long afore life near effaced!
Ode to the reality we’ve to live with,
until the world powers truly awaken,
to the likes of a vocal Greta Thunberg!
May she and our world youth ignite they,
with the power to save our planet. I beg…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
September 28, 2019
I am pleased and honoured to share with you a Vimeo version of my poem
“Singlehood” – rather in between – said poem… performed, directed and
produced, by the very creative Rebecca Budd who hails from Vancouver, BC
See links below…
Enjoy!
https://soundcloud.com/rebecca_clanmother/singlehood-with-jean-jacques-fournier
Jean-Jacques Fournier
‘Tis construe be said fury,
Tho it be of man’s nature
For mind endured scurry,
To dispel passion blusters
Afore immutable blurry,
Set off by inducing anger
Leading beyond ferocity,
That man needs to waiver
Before state leads to rage,
Born of furious behaviour
Blind to objective engage,
In lieu of mended adverse,
Which affirms declaration,
Of man’s unnoticed apathy
As to concede he’d ignored
What describes best shown,
Of claimed hell hath no fury
Like a woman said scorned,
Be man’s cause of chicanery
That ignites daubs of misery,
Thus the feed that spurs fury!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
