I grieve for time
Passing unseen,
Tho anxiously
I try to redeem,
An absurd task
Held be a dream,
Behind the mask
That only seems,
Assuage ones fear
Now less than keen,
When down the line
Reality finds clear,
That life left behind
Actualizes many years,
Yet neglected tell my mind
There’ll be life past the tears,
For obtuse squandered assign
Has me grieving, now ill timed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
A singular being
Akin to whole,
Who so composed
Said worthy soul,
Be for man’s hold
Who means be fed
Criteria set at gold,
What he inclines,
Wouldst so conjure
His bidding designs,
So with wile he lures
A yet fallible mind,
However be times
Anguish will sway,
Doubt finds its way
To a vibrant head,
Where fate declines!
Before I reach
That lonely place,
Let me reside
While I’m alive,
Close by her side
In that embrace
Of each day’s best,
Which lets me hear
That joyous fest
Of her voice near,
Alluding to be clear
Love will survive,
Until I am no longer!
I’ve caused a tear
Or two, too many,
Thru all the years
Or most of every,
Admittedly clear
Be short of reason,
Thus sorry pleas
Not worth a penny
Nor a dime,
Save every time
There be sadness
Sure to follow,
Mostly mine!
I yet agnize,
The voices
I still hear,
Their faces
I might see
As if now here,
Of people
Who now gone
Feel ever near,
Thus to compose
What had become
Of yesteryears,
Reminding me
Of what was dear,
But time alas so chose
Those yesteryears,
Now fade from clear!
Poetry on a Canapé 