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 peregrinate,
To eventual restraint!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I’m aware
Of a thought,
On the way
Said be lost,
A dark day
In ones mind,
Gone astray
Afore it did bind,
To thence root
In apposite intent,
That mentation
Gives adequate vent,
Might have wrought
Inspire another thought,
Restive it ought not be lost!
Must I reason
Human or humane
Be the apposite
For sapient homo ,
He whom we call man
At best a dubious being,
Yet mythically infer
Will lead to a safe haven
For his fellow creatures,
Who bask blindly
In naive assumption
Man be truly human,
When his inhumanness
Be without measure
Of rhyme or reason,
Begs question ideology,
Held man as being human!
Poetry on a Canapé 