“ 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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“ A Garrulous Mind ” ~ in a conformist soul ~

 

In a held conformist soul,

Serves a garrulous mind

That won’t abort its hold,

And matters not be blind

To ludicrous not so droll,

Whatever reason binds

Purpose to feed its psyche,

As it tends to prattle on

Till weariness finds a hole,

For loquaciousness to be gone

In favour of enlightened whole!

 

                                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Conjugated People ” ~ by shade ~

 

People are played

To lend disorder,

Sorted by shade

Ranked in colour,

Thus to persuade                                                        

Reluctant objectors,

Thence to dissuade

They who so claim,

Black white or other

Meant be the same,

Yet ignore brothers

Made suffer in vain,

A hand that fosters

Segregationist game,

To ostracize druthers

While man plays blind,

To coloured skin cause

Gives marginalized time,

And its racists’ applause

Conjugates them by shade,

Fixed in fellowman’s mind!


                                       oh to find survive, as a one people world,

                                                         with a rainbow coloured spine!

  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Idle Wade ” ~ to escape pathos ~

Ye squander time

Lacking the know

Of rapid decline,

Or how long to go

Before its consign,

Will find abuse

Hence so resign,                                                           

From inert pursuit

Of animate minds,

Whose idle wade

Be comatose blind,

In a pathos shade

Of life’s meagre time!

 

“ Years Ahead ” ~ not an indifferent kiss ~

Years ahead to come

Ought give a choice,

More so than some

Rushed thru past life,

Without it lend a voice

To moderate the pace,

Blind so to fleeting time

Was forever on the run,

In its sad habitual chase

Of accepted rush to wait,

Living in a moribund way

As tho life be but sorry gift,

Akin to an indifferent kiss!

“ Teach Me How ” ~ to do without ~

 

The while I live,

Teach me how

To do without,

If life dictates

Blind be my fate,

Ne’er to see you

One more time…

 

Teach me how

To do without,

If destined so

To suffer deaf

And cannot hear

Tho you be near…

 

Teach me now

To do without,

Afore I reach

State of forget,

Thus to endure

Held grieved regret,

Thru precious days

I might live yet

So teach me how,

I am to do without!