Said of a minute
Born to life,
Be a need for it
Tho enters strife,
Despite commit
To its short site,
Life persists to emit
Tho maybe a plight,
Holds of portent
Yet it is swallowed,
By the hour
And this to follow,
As if to scour
Chose be the fellow,
To do another
As if led by the echo,
Of a wilful brother
Not for a minute,
Would let fate posture
To fix a mindless habit,
Of disaffected bother
Ne’er now or then submit,
Tho for but a minute, now or then!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
You reach a point
Has you convinced
You’ve done it right,
That you’d persist
Thus without doubt,
Despite held plight
And risk of drought,
Refuses to detract
Obeying ones intuit,
That finds shed light
On wants get it done
With implied insight,
Hence doing it right
In spite of perchance,
Fickle fate chose slight
To state obvious stand,
Bids ne’er a guarantee!
I haven’t time
For worried mind,
Nor am the type
To fuss about,
With niggling tripe
Gives in to doubt,
As would the sort
Just lets tarry
To state of dread,
Instead abort
Before you’re led,
Where devil bids
To worry your head…
Hence concern not
On things a pity,
One exercised
To pass the buck
Of responsibility,
Who’d but surmise
You’d find no cause,
To scrutinize
Anxiety’s worry,
Despite ample tries
Save trying wise,
Shun a worried mind!
– ode to whom ideate –
Days of matter
Are soon gone,
By the bye
Not long enough
To feast your eye,
Those bygone days
That felt so great
To be alive,
Despite we knew
Not for too long,
For by the bye
Too soon days wave
A farewell by and by!
Despite disguise,
When what belies
Beneath the surface
Of its sad facade,
Starts to disclose
Time cannot hide,
In camouflage
All that will slide,
For in the end, alas
All shades will fade,
Thus best be wise
To define its guise,
Less you be willing
To suffer blindly,
When time decides
Life’s meaningful side!
Poetry on a canapé 