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
A boy floating on a rug,
May have better chance
Than with mother’s hug,
Who wants effort enhance
Survival on a perilous tug,
Fleeing seditious advance
Save errant boat capsized,
In a bid to flee the conflict
Where peace be said alive,
But its refuge not explicit
As bureaucracy deprives,
In silence to the desperate
A boy’s fate is compromised,
To be sadly found face down
On a rocky surf too helpless,
As man wallows in indifference…
How to save a drowning child
From a country war torn toll,
In spite of civil servants’ bile
Held wanting a declare untold,
For said bureaucrat’s dusty file
Ignores a child’s reaching hold,
Finds fellowman fail, to go the mile!
in memory of a boy called Alan Kurdi,
and all war-torn children sacrificed,
thru man’s warring need for greed!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
I’ve lived such days
But chose ignore,
Endured dismay
I so deplored,
Without want say
Holds irate enmity
One could not see,
Till be made suffer
Effort find agree,
To compensate
Seen simple way,
Before too late
Bid live carefree
Of life’s dismay,
Said be best left behind!
As I grow whole
Will event hold,
Or fail acquire
A fervid soul,
To render mind
Suitably bold,
That so in time
Be a man whole,
Afore I realize
I’d grown too old,
To effort recognize!
The image alters
To blur the scene
I effort reminisce,
Yet barely feel
Its familiar kiss,
Brush the mind
That finds to hear,
A voice given life
To what appears
Be now unclear,
Yet distinct enough
To witness thus,
Time’s cruel crags
Sculpt its regress,
Sufficient to recall
Days no longer near,
I’d so held dear,
While time alas chose
I’m to witness its decay,
Turn shades of foggy grey,
Where archives yesteryears!
Weighing ever so
Has me suffer choke,
With a disposition
Liken to a yoke,
Refusing to give way
While effort I restrain
A temperamental sway,
Begs I plead not in vain
That I may have a say,
In want of serene stay!
In an effort
To be bold
I may’ve lost
The whole,
For now but feel
The cold,
And suddenly
I cogitate on old,
As tho too soon
Death perchance
Is trying to take hold…
Whilst we’ve to pay
Life’s wage to play,
Albeit times more
Than bargained for
The risk we take,
That fate may grant,
To suffer fools
Or bold lost souls,
If memory serves
Said fate per se
Magnanimous,
Be not its chosen way!
Poetry on a Canapé 