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
You come to believe
Thru serene control,
Had then so achieved
A mind now set bold,
Held made concede
Put memory on hold,
Save too little known
Of significance told,
When recall has flown
To a mindless absent,
Tho spirit may mourn
Fickle fate will consent,
With memory conform
To consequence bent,
Of forgetfulness shorn!
written in Italia, May 3, 2018
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
You live with an issue
That stresses excess,
Thus until out of tissue
You’re forced address,
With corrective venue
Holds offer regress,
For needy disinvolve
That comfort will asset,
Hence set-up dissolve
That allows find repress,
In life’s thin resolve
Comfort will redress,
While fate confabulates absolve
Though it leaves you out of breath,
You’ve yet love of life reasons to evolve!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I endeavour to be there
For alleged fellowman,
Whose illusionary care
Rejects an offered hand,
Has humanity in doubt
That he fails understand,
What transience is about
Links affair to be human,
Save finds a contradiction
In homo sapiens’ acumen,
As to mans interpretation
With a passion to contrive,
We’d ignored his fixations
The while we’re still alive,
Yet ‘twould be our inaction
Cause averts man to survive,
And procrastinating factions
Who’d be hell bent to divide,
Thus we’d not live to next tide!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
