“ A Love Story ” – afore the after blinds –

It started with a feeling

Tho beguiling to define,

Tells of uneasy needing

To discover love in time,

Tho may want kneading

To render a strong bind,

Should spirit risk expire

The while ye be inclined,

To sort out your desires

And meld a latent heart,

Beyond sentient intrigue

Yet afore the after blinds,

Ye so find to be in league

With a love to fill a mind,

Ye discovered unfamiliar

Amending for each other,

As to shape a certain play

Fashioned but to uncover,

A love story found to stay

With its long felt hunger,

To ne’er waver over time

Despite emotive blunders,

Be affection one will find,

In our held love paradigm!     

                                                                        Inspired by my friends RM & CS

                                                                            In Montecatini Terme, Toscana Italia

                                                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

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“ A Thought ” ~ I beg hold ~

On my mind

Be a thought

I beg hold,

Plead ought

Despite told,

Stated recall

Running cold,

As age’s gift

Aims uphold,

Its fated way

To so define,

A wary play

For its time,

Be a thought

In grey mind,

Slipping away

Denied bind,

Despite sway

Means to find,

Its abject guide,

That it may stay

As thought of worth ,

To indulge fading days!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Time Out of Mind ”~ begs seek define ~

 

We’ve gone too far,

And now we’re made

To leave behind,

A world abused

In full decline,

Leaving no time

Or resolve find,

Glean to but mend

Our callous way,

We risk lifeline

To dominate

Time out of mind,

While far too late

Begs seek define,

How globe is to sustain

Held mortal span lifetime,

With man’s destructive vein

On a planet loosing hold,

He relents not to maim

Despite life short,

And death’s grim reach so long,

Gives no time to abort,

Man’s devastation too far gone!

 

                                                       Mañana, will be too late…!

 

 

“ Realism ” ~ of vague define ~

Why so strive,

Ne’er knowing

If attempts

At realism

Will survive,

Thus so to find

A pragmatic

State of mind,

Treats no offers

Of dubious tempt

Or bleak design,

As sad enactments

Of relics in erst time,

For reality we seek

Ever suffers vague define,

Yet we’ll persist

In spite of every miss!