“ Today ” – a gift –

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“ Today ”

– a gift –

 I am alive
 Today,
 The gods provide
 Another day, 
 Thus be a gift
 To find its way,
 As they so deemed
 That I might stay,
 Be not a dream
 For on this day,
 Again it seems
 I am alive,
 Tho by all means
 Perhaps again, 
 Yet be but for today! 


                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier 

 Poem recital,  by Jean-Jacques Fournier
 Music - Excerpt of Time After Time, by Chet Baker ...
 Pictures – Private, unknown and audio closing,
 epitaph excerpt, of John Maxwell Edmonds...
  
                    written in Sweetsburg
                         January 9, 2021  

“ Dream Merchants ” – be ne’er what they seem –

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“ Dream Merchants ”

            – be ne’er what they seem –

The merchants of dream

Be ne’er what they seem,

Hence I caution beware

If you chance let them in,

Apathetic be a risky dare

For they’ll exploit within,

As dream merchants play

Thus to get neath the skin,

That will trap you to stay…

 

Of their dreams be alert

Tho you might judge fair,

They’ll distort and divert

As you indulge their spin,

What’s at stake be aware

You may find but chagrin,

As the pawn for their fare…

 

Ye soon find be soul bare

The while merchants grin,

From their deviant affair

Best not chance ye begin,

With dreams fated unfair,

Held by narcissistic strings…

 

Dream merchants shroud

That which flogs palaver,

Fake fine weather clouds

And what gullibles bear,

Their dreams of effusion

Suggest wouldst be real,

Tho but empty illusions

With an unfulfilled zeal,

When too late ye discover

Soul they managed to steal,

Cause of true dreams, to disappear!

 

                                                   © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                   Ode to Dreamers

                           of dedication to vivid imagination,

                                    and in search of honesty…

 

Music, excerpt of Around Midnight, by Chet Baker

Art work, from Dream World images…

 

“ Clouds for Dreaming ” – of ethereal things –

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On a whim I can fly 

In a dream,

As I soar on wings

It thus seems,

Of ethereal things

Be a flight so real,

The ascent I can feel…

 

As I ride on the wind

I hear Zephyr sing,

Yet could not tell

If it spoke of Phoenix,

And his trip to hell

When rashly he’d fly,

Which I’ll ne’er risk

As so high he did fry,

For my soaring is fixed

In the dream I so fly…

 

Now on billowy clouds

Soft feathery things,

Their gentle pull bides

The while one clings,

To this surreal ride

Said fabric for dreams,

That dresses the skies,

In clouds made for dreaming!

 

           written at Amsterdam Airport

                                             © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                   April 10, 2002

 

 

“ Don’t Stop ” – for egoist thought –

There’s a part of us

That will not stop,

Tugged by the other

With egoist thought,

On all that matters

Of living life sought,

As an ultimate factor

Would dissertate not,

What the other fosters

Said vantage together,

For what soul bought

And so found garner,

As life’s integral state

Should now discover,

Be of dubious grace

Soul can but borrow,

Of ones meagre space

Held bogus of equity,

Amounting to nought

Put aside the self-pity,

With brief time’s allot

For extent it shall hold,

That may ne’er realize,

Dream of eon time bold

In life borrowed implied…

 

Yet want part of don’t stop

From newborn to grow old

Hence want reaching till dust!

 

                                                       © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Awake In A Dream ” ~ though asleep it seems ~

I’m awake

In a dream

Though asleep

It would seem,

I recall

Having counted

Them all,

The sheep

Who bring sleep,

And so roam

In my head,

At their face

I dare peek,                                          

In their stead

Be those loved,

Lined my mind

More than few

Now reside, inside

A necropolis wall,

Knowing more

I’ll eventually find,

Though not sheep

While asleep

Awake in a dream,

From this side of the wall!