“ Old Lovers ” – neath layers of bold cover –

Old lovers do know,

Of a love be above

In time would show,

From a simple love

To true love be so,

When it will reveal

Held prone to grow,

Fate did fix it real

Be from its arrival,

Has you beholding

For love yet unreal,

Tho feels beholden

To heart’s appeal,

Save love finds flee

With lover disorder,

As such beings we be

Want to hold forever,

Tho will find to agree

True love’s the beggar,

Said to be for one’s love

The while fail to discover,

Be what tells an old lover

Neath layers of bold cover,

Be love fashioned for others

And what help they’d bestow,

For determined young lovers

Be of love they’ll want know,

Neath layers, of old lovers bold cover!

 

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

 

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“ Journeying ” ~ toward life whole ~

It has been told,

A man’s journey

Means to unfold,

From rather hazy

To a life whole,

With limits

Reaching bold,

When fate mandates

Man must have soul,

To suffer restless roads

And redeem his quondam hold,

For an ever unpredictable journey

We’ve to so effort toward life whole!

                                                                    

                                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ An Instant ” ~ nudges held distant ~

 

There’s an instant

In man’s life clock,

Nudges held distant

Thus to take stock,

Of his ebbing time

The gods but mock,

His maturing soul

Would incite mind,

To divest his whole

Of accumulated finds,

While then given bold

Hence till fate decrees blind,

To adversely admit hedging old!

 

                                                 You’ve no need to wonder,

                                                                you just wait your turn…

“ Laughter ” ~ feeds the soul ~

I want to laugh

In potions ample

That it should last,

To encourage  

Thusly bold,

Fellow beings

Who’ve to learn

Be laughter

Feeds the soul,

And lessens thus

The morose pique

Of anxious matters,

Inciting as a must

The constant lifeline,

Of enduring laughter!

“ A Little Girl ” ~ for so little time ~

A little girl tender,

For a short while

A singular child,

Gentle yet bold,

Till closing on old

Destines to unfold…

 

Ah little girl mine

For so little time,

How you so grow

Too fast to follow,

Harder to mind

You’ve need of cover

To suffer words hollow,

The while discover

A rather hard swallow,

From all who ill choose

Find need to express,

Their sorry dim views…

 

Alas till the day

Humans so face,

Need find the way

To wholly embrace,

Child whose fate

Be a tiny step late,

But stir our desire

For little girl child,

Whose but few words

Finds love that inspires!