“ 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

 

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“ My Septembers ” ~ for a time beguiled ~

It seems a long long while

Since my first September,

When I was but a child

With little to remember,

Would for a time beguile

What mind found render,

Bar be time on my hands

Allowed youth meander,

To later years September

Till too soon understands

A day there’ll be no other,

For life assured ill stands

Save to reach life closure,

Tho not a very long while

Measures the meagre stead,

From first steps to immobile

Held borders bland to dead,

Said be last of my Septembers!

“ A Short Death ” ~ be nocturnal sleep ~

One comes to terms

With nocturnal sleep,

Be cause for concern

It stays as brief keep,

Of enduring sojourn

To enjoy its breadth,

Save in transient term

Be but a short death,

That has us come back

In a day breaking way,

Tho ne’er assured fact

Let wishful thought play,

Thus so for more than a day!

 

“ Tolerance ” ~ beyond limit ~

 

You aspired listen

To words true

Of assured veracity,

But what you hear

Be voice at odds,                                                      

Self-served askew

In object wanting,

That extends far

Of wisdom’s reach,

While our elect

Said meagre choice,

Of dubious advocate

Adversely foists,

Erroneous postulates

On beings hopeful,

Held beyond limit

Of noetic tolerance!